CONFESSION STONED
21. Prime Dating

Assemble upstream,

swim to the edge.

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"Today that new child will be combined with his senior. Group of four. Joined group one. Then go with his senior. Judging how their selling technique as taught during role play (exercise) earlier. Today as an opening only two slops first. But we also have brought merchandise that can be sold. Hats, t-shirts, lighters, tumblers and mugs. It's just a pretty plate that doesn't exist. If someone is tempted and ask for a phone number, please. But tell him to buy one cardboard."

It was a group leader who led 16 young women in sexy clothes to go around the promotions that night.

Cigarette products that were taken that day were not new cigarette brands. You could say, the company has been very dominating and the brand is among the top class.

The existence of SPG months is only a major promotional tool, but also an extension of the company to create a brand image.

Colonized can be said to be lucky to work as an SPG there even though only three times a week. The job is not heavy and there are no targets. They must walk as smoothly and as easily as possible.

Arriving at the company, Sejah was a little surprised to see the usual Tini origin in speaking, there looked calmer. Although sometimes the swearing of the woman is still heard if there is a prospective buyer who says strange things about her hair.

In his first half hour, Dijah had managed to spend a slop of cigarettes bought by a fat man who seemed to be a heavy smoker. Seized need not say much, the man immediately took out his wallet and put out five hundred thousand pieces of money while saying, "take the change."

If only looking for money was this easy, thought Dijah. He quickly learned, and his three seniors split up to spend their trading that night.

It had started the night and the Seized had not gone too far. He just down half the stall. His legs are not accustomed to wearing high heels, immediately feels pain in the palm. Fortunately the stocking that was worn was Sejah blocking his feet from rubbing directly against the hard leather of cheap shoes.

The colonized arrived at a stall and headed for a table filled with a young man. But instead of buying a cigarette in his hand, the man asked for his cell phone number. It turns out that something like this does exist, thought the colonists. The leader reminded them of that.

"Hold on, here first. That's why I haven't been asked. You have a boyfriend yet?" asked the young man when he was about to step away.

Yet as the Colonized stepped up, a man who was meant to turn around looked at him. Embers. What's that guy doing here.

A moment of being colonized was also flabbergasted staring at Bara. The man's gaze immediately skinned him. Sejah felt Bara's gaze penetrate into the bones so sharp the man's gaze.

Avoiding the slight stiffness that was going on, Sejah immediately asked what the man was doing there. He was still silent as if thinking.

"Remain here? Hunting News?"

"Yes.." - Bara. But Bara's face was still unconscious with the surrounding environment.

"Bak, you know Mas Bara? Can I have the phone number if that's it?" the voice of the young man who turned out to be Bara's friend spread out their eyes that were looking at each other.

"What's? Hape number? This is my girlfriend. Still want the phone number Lo?" ask Bara who seems to have realized Bayu's behavior.

"Eh, sorry. He said he came here to do the demo. I don't know if I met Mas Bara's girlfriend here. I know Ma'am, I'm Bayu. Mas Bara's junior in the office." Bayu extended his hand to Dijah. Sejah welcomed Bayu's hand and then looked back at Bara.

"I went on this path first... It's not good to look at the leader. He's been around the whole time." He stared at Bara who was still standing in front of him.

That night Bara wore a moss-green flannel shirt. His hand was still holding a jacket that had not been placed on the handlebar of the motor as usual.

"What time is it?" ask Bara slowly. Suddenly he felt back to the old school days. In the early days Bara fell in love with a woman and took her everywhere.

"Maybe two more hours, or could be more. Why why?" tanya Sejah's.

"Home with me, I'll wait."

"Well Mas? Not having a demo? How am I going home?" ask Bayu. Bara only glanced at his junior then looked back at Dijah.

"I'm waiting,"

"But if you get tired later, I don't feel good waiting for you."

"Why should it not be delicious? I'm the one waiting," Bara said a little frown.

"If you stay too late, it's okay. I used to go home by myself."

"I don't want it to be a normal thing anymore" Bara added.

Suddenly,

"Welded! It's over?" Tini who was passing by with another beautiful SPG approached Dijah.

"There is Mas Bara also apparently.." said Tini.

"Yes, I accidentally met. He said he wanted to cover the news" explained Dijah.

"Halaaaah... Don't believe me. Most also come here because you are intilin Jah! It's too coincidental to meet here by accident. Ngaku Mas Bara's... It's just the smell of Sejah." Tini sniggers alone.

The actual colonists already understand that Bara to there must be looking for it, being a little amused to hear the honesty Tini argues.

"About.." murmured Bara.

"Where? Beautiful face, right? I'm the makeup-in she looh... Must've liked it, Colored manglingi. Malem will go back to kostan for sure..." Tini then laughed again and held her friend's arm away from them.

Sure enough the guess. Tini is the ringleader of make up Sejah. Although Bara likes to see the more beautiful Sejah, but Bara imagines that throughout the night a man like Bayu who asks for a cell phone number will definitely increase.

"I go first yes." said Dijah later.

"Introduction where is Mas? Recognize me one, let me not watch that movie again," said Bayu.

"Keep what?" ask Bara.

"Well you know, invited to nginep at the boarding house as well. That's Mas's girlfriend, all the while. What SPG cigarettes should be like that... It's very jolly," said Bayu innocently.

"Bay, you go home by taxi or taxi. I meant to ask me to not die in style,"

"Baras used me. I'm okay, but I knew you first. Her red hair was okay too. Also check."

"Huh? Tini's? Don'tdon't... He has his girlfriend. His girlfriend is diligent" said Bara.

"How crafter?" ask Bayu wonder.

"Trainer anyway. Not a match for Lo," Bara replied with a glancing gaze towards the Sejah who was talking to a man in the distance.

At 10 p.m., Bara, who Bayu had left an hour ago, was still sitting stirring his third cup of coffee. Colored several times passed by him without turning his head as if he did not know him.

The feeling of disgust made Bara increasingly impatient to wait for the woman's working hours to end.

A few minutes later, Dijah came near Bara's desk. On his shoulder was already draped a Tote bag that he usually wore.

"Udah finished?" tanya Bara looked up at her boyfriend. He is, Sejah is now his girlfriend right? That's why he sat in that coffee shop and drank coffee until bloated.

"Udah, my legs are pegel." Sejah standing across the Bara table.

"Sit down here first" said Bara pulling a plastic chair next to him.

"When you can go home?" tanya Sejah's. "I'm tired," the woman continued with a face that implied fatigue.

"Okay, go straight home." Bara stood up and headed behind the glass steling to pay for all his bills since this afternoon.

Bara took out his motorcycle from the crush of motorcycles that are now increasingly crowded meet the edge of the road that borders directly with the ranks of coffee shops.

A few pairs of men's eyes did not hesitate to pay attention to Dijah who was standing next to Bara who was turning on his motorbike.

"Here's the bag." Bara asked for the bag that was worn by Dijah to be placed on the handlebar of his motorbike.

"I hold on to it, that's okay" said Sejah.

"I'm holding the bag, you're wearing my jacket. That's your skirt short. From the house, directly use it?" ask Bara while shrugging his jacket.

"No, wear jeans. Instead, in the office. Dalem's jeans bag." He thrust his bag at Bara and immediately threw the man onto the handlebar. Bara then took a pink helmet and put it on the colon.

"Yes, it's my jacket to cover her thighs. There are a lot of red lights to be passed. Up, hold onto me." Bara slightly nagged then clenched her mouth. He waited for the Sejah who was stepping on the saddle of the boncer with his right leg and sitting sideways.

Smiling with satisfaction. This time I had no choice. The woman had to sit on the arm while hugging him.

The big motorbike baton that did swoop forward, immediately made the Sejah slumped onto Bara's back.

"Where's hand?" asked Bara who felt Seized just gripped the edge of his shirt.

"Udah, let's go." Colored still clumsy if you have to touch-touch Bara's body. Although he actually has the desire to do so.

Bara grabbed Dijah's hand then wrapped it around his waist.

"Help, I'm already dating. You never dated her?" tanya Bara still clasped Dijah's right hand on her stomach.

"Never," replied the brief Colonized. Bara fell silent and then put his motor forward.

"You're tired, you don't have to be SPG anymore... Find another job." Bara still opened the glass of his helmet to hear the reply of the Sejah, but the woman just silently did not answer. Sejah is still holding his waist with one hand only.

Being stubborn he thought. The woman really just wrapped her one hand. A few nights ago colonized even though it has been successfully disarmed without a significant fight. The woman also enjoyed the touching and kissing she had. But now just to hug him too, Sejah is still a prestige.

"Hand," cried Bara from behind his helmet. A little upset Bara closed the glass helmet and increased the speed of the motor.

Seated position then increasingly pasted Bara's back. Been a little bit sore. Then, by throwing away his unease and hesitating for fear of being considered cheap, he began to wrap his hands around Bara's waist.

Bara's jacket covered his thighs and was tied around his waist. Sejah hugged the broad shoulders he first admired from Bara.

Bara's back is warm, her inner. The man was wearing a shirt that rolled up to his elbow. The colonized emphasized his body and further tightened his embrace. Slowly he placed his cheek against the man's shoulder.

Very comfortable, Inner Colored. He was very tired, and Bara's shoulders felt very comfortable as a place to lean.

Bara who was a little anxious because he did not want to embrace her now smiled knot behind her helmet. Anygannya who had collapsed earlier, is now rearranged.

He re-imagined, upon arrival in the room later on whether he had to wait outside or could remain in the room when the woman changed clothes. He began to smile cunningly and a pair of invisible horns appeared on his head.

Then he thought about the tired and achy Dijah. Should he be the one massaging the Sejahs tonight? If Dijah does not refuse, he is very willing to massage Dijah tonight he thought.

Bara could feel the Sejah getting closer to her embrace. The woman also rested her head. The embrace of the Sejah felt steady on his body.

As they stopped at the red light, Bara rubbed and stroked the hand of the Sejah who was holding her. The colon must be tired.

Now, Bara is increasingly aware that he really must finish his thesis immediately.

The To Be Continued.....