When Married?
The KM Part 29
"Dear me. I want_"
Literature hung his words and the Flower that heard it looked pale.
"Why do you want anything?" Flower stuttering.
"I. I want to eat because I came straight here without dinner first. Why is your face pale, dear?" Literature asked with a sinless expression.
The flower snorted furiously, it was anxious that he would bite this man before him. He was so pale because of Literature.
"Surge! I want to get up," exclaimed the ketus Flower while pushing the body of Literature. He got out of bed and went out of the room stomping his feet in annoyance.
"Where are you going?" Literature followed the Flower out of the room.
"Aren't you hungry? I'll cook something," he said.
"Thank you baby, I happen to be very hungry. Make sure the food does not use msg and use organic ingredients and do not use too much salt because it is not good for the body and_"
Plaque....
A sandal flew over his head and Literature saw the expression of a Flower that darkened like a hen ready to claw.
"Then cook it yourself!" said the girl was upset.
"OK okay I'm sorry baby, whatever you cook I'll eat it hehe." Literary horse grin.
Flowers murmured as he walked towards the kitchen, he tied his long hair up and put on an apron.
Flowers boil fetucini paste, slice onions and peppers and take a cup of ground meat and bolognese sauce from the refrigerator. Then he peeled the dragon fruit to make juice and added honey to it to taste more delicious.
Literature had just finished cleaning herself in the bathroom and changed into the clothes she had brought. When he came here he brought a large bag containing his clothes, stored his clothes in the closet next to the clothes Flower makes the closet more crowded.
After finishing the clothes he was carrying, Literature came out of the room and went to the kitchen and sat down at the dining table. His eyes watched the Flower that was seriously stirring up his cooking.
Flowers look more beautiful many times when cooking with hair that is tied up and shows the neckline. Literature should have realized that in fact she had fallen in love with Bunga because now in her eyes was only the most beautiful Flower girl.
The flower arranged the pasta on a plate doused with sauce on top of it and brought it to the dining table. Then the girl pulled up a chair and sat face to face with Literature.
"Why do you think I'm rich?" Flowers squinted his eyes.
"That makes you look better than this meal?" Literature looked at him with a perverted look.
"Basic bawdy!" The girl glared and immediately ran to the room, Flowers only realized that she had been wearing this revealing outfit. Flowers take the cardigan and put it on then return to the dining table.
Literature chuckled at the grumbling Flower. He took a fork, rolled up his paste and ate it with gourmand.
"You don't eat" asked Literature as she chewed her paste.
*****
After Sastra finished her meal, they sat on the sofa while enjoying the juice. The expanse of the city's night view from the glass windows revealed street lights that twinkled beautifully.
"First next month I have a project in Bali. It's been about a week there, so over the weekend I can't come to visit here or drive you home to your parents."
"Balinese? I have never been to Bali, just often heard it, is it really beautiful? I also want to be able to vacation there one day." The flower sighed and averted its eyes.
The literature that heard him just fell silent, he seemed to be thinking and then drank the juice.
"Mmm... What if you come? but it's not purely a vacation because I went there to work" Literature proposed.
"You... You're taking me? can I really come?" His eyes twinkled, but a moment later he bowed lethargic.
"Where I can come, I have to work. New employees have not been allowed to take time off" he lamented.
Literature gently rubbed the Flower's head, and the girl turned to her.
"If you want to come, I will ask Dawn to include you on this business trip. I did not go alone, there were secretaries and also the vice CEOs. I'm going to make you my personal assistant on this trip, so you can still leave without having to take time off work, how about?" inexplicably.
"really? thanks Sas." Flower Smile expands. So happy she spontaneously embraced Literature who was sitting next to her and kissed her cheek.
Literature was a little surprised to get a sweet treatment that suddenly, because this is the first time that Bunga took the initiative first. "Are you teasing me hemm?"
The new flower realized that she reflexively did so immediately blushed in embarrassment and was about to let go of her embrace, but Literature held her back and immediately embraced her waist.
His eyes instantly rubbed with the eyes of the Literary eagle. The flower sensed that strange whirr back rushing through its entire blood stream, the eagle's eyes staring at him filled with indignation.
The sound of the roar of breath that blows melodious in rhythm, the distance of their faces getting closer until now their noses touch the longer the more eroded and pagutan lip was inevitable.
Literature unites their lips. At first soft and seductive, the kiss slowly changes greatly and passionately. The girl replied as if she did not want to give up on tasting each other, even without realizing it her hand squeezed the hair of Literature which made the man warm up.
Literature held up the flowers in her cradle like a koala without taking off their lips, they rang out loud all the way to the room.
Literature lay the body of the flower on the bed followed by it with a position of confinement on it. For a moment they released the appearance of his lips, stared at the beautiful eyes of his girl who was adorable because she had ignited her passion.
Literature kisses the entire pretty face of Flowers. Starting from the forehead, eyes, down to the nose, both cheeks and then gently tucking his lips make the Flower feel so adored and loved.
Literature paused for a moment timidly her girl refused, but there seemed to be no rejection this time. Dilumatnya deep lips ranum that always feels sweet and became opium for him, his kiss spread to the neck made a sigh escaped from the lips Flower.
His soft sighs made the passion of Literature even more flared, he washed the neck of that level skillfully and gently wiped it to leave his mark there. The Flower's breath was breathless and her eyes closed feeling a sensation she had never felt before radiating throughout her veins.
Now their breath is increasingly hunting, while still kissing the neck of her girl Literature slowly opened the cardigan worn by Flowers and her hands moved down the spaghetti strap of the black nightgown.