Hidden Leaning
Wife-to-be

"Dirga, but if the weekend of the civil registry office is closed, what if the day after tomorrow?" tawar Kyara's. He also wants to spend time with his family tomorrow.

Dirga seemed to think, right if what the woman in front of him said. "Can you trust me?" Dirga raised one eyebrow in disbelief.

"You think I'm good at lying" Kyara snorted.

"I just don't want Big Brother to trick me and run away." Dirga crossed both hands on the chest.

Kyara opened the lock she was about to rest in her room.

"Where are you going?" ask Dirga plain.

"I want to sleep, so stop making me dizzy." Kyara had already grabbed the door and had already partially opened it.

"Son't you sleep here?"

"You want me to do something wrong and get back to raping you?"

"Bu-not that I mean." Dirga shook his head origin. "Revelation, don't try to escape from me!" Threaten Dirga back.

Kyara just snorted and left the young man alone.

Dirga still have to fight for his rights if necessary to get to the green table of the court that is what in the minds of the nineteen-year-old teenager.

The young man's lips smiled, "My God, what's wrong? Kak Kya's shadow rubbed my head." Dirga rattled her own hair. He also stared at hers which was narrowed behind his pants. Didn't know his own back standing after being made drunk to vomit.

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Kyara still hasn't closed her eyes, she's still awake with the teenager's identity card in hand. He did not understand why he also lost control with his teenage sister friends.

This time he was having sex with a teenager. Usually he spends the night with an adult man or at least his age. But even so he felt a different sensation that he felt.

Kyara contacts her assistant to arrange everything regarding her marriage the day after tomorrow. Armed with a teenage identity card it is all arranged briefly of course because of the money that speaks.

Early in the morning the young man met Kyara in her room, asking for her mobile number and the address of the apartment she was staying in.

"Sister, Sister Kya." Drga called the brother of his friend.

Lazily Kyara approached the door and opened it with a tangled face typical of waking up. Which actually makes Kyara look very beautiful in front of the teenager. For sure he will get that view every morning inner Dirga.

"Beautiful" the word escaped from Dirga's lips.

"What?"

"No brother."

"I'm asking, Brother's address and Brother's mobile number. Or I'm a picture of your sister's identity card." There was a lot of demand for the young man.

"Why are you asking for my identity card too? You want to apply for an online loan in my name?" Accuse Kyara.

"No, no Brother, I'm not that poor even though it's not as rich as Kak Kya." denied Dirga fast.

"Oh kirain's. Thankfully at least I don't look like an overexcited aunt who keeps a flock." Kya stroked her chest slowly feeling relieved by the teenager's confession.

"Then why did you ask for my identity card? I can't give it to you." said Kyara honestly without being awkward at all, the mature woman rubbed her face because drowsiness still attacked her.

"I have no guarantee to hold on if Big Brother runs away. This morning I have to go home" Dirga seems very scared if Kyara runs away. And Kyara could read the terrified look on the teenager's face.

"Well, take down my cell phone number." Kyara tells her phone number to Dirga who is greeted with a big smile.

Dirga dialed the number and immediately connected to Kyara's phone on the nightstand.

"Hehehe. I thought you were lying to me." Dirga smiled clumsyly, he grimaced scratching his unruly nape.

"I'm not a criminal, you snot boy." snorted Kyara.

"I'll go home first, brother. My mother's been waiting. The drug of the future wife" Dirga walked with a carefree heart. I can't wait to wait for tomorrow.

Kyara shuddered at the man's words suddenly felt amused by the call of the future wife pinned on him