Ketos That's My Husband
Be Valid

Chapters. 41

"Yes but it doesn't have to be gini too, brother. Take a chance, the fall!" rinda's protests are still being heard.

Even the girl was trying to get off Ghani's bike. However, Ghani quickly prevented. The man stuffed his body between Rinda's legs. Making the girl squeal, but immediately silenced her own mouth after realizing where they were now.

"Sister! The shame! Move, I'm coming down!" rinda said with a stifled tone. I don't like Ghani's jokes this time.

While Ghani casually just bent his body until now his face is so close to Rinda's face.

"Will I protest, or do I?" Ghani stared intensely at Rinda. Not in the slightest averted his gaze from the figure of the girl before him at this moment.

Rinda was nervous. The girl tried to turn her face away, but was soon arrested by Ghani. Holding Rinda's chin to keep her facing him. Although Rinda's gaze was pointing in any direction.

"What the hell, Brother. Shame know. We're on the side of the road, you know. Later he thought we were perverts. Though the pervert you doang," said Rinda again who tried to push Ghani's body.

Seeing the panic on Rinda's face and indeed they were currently on the side of the road, Ghani immediately withdrew. Put some distance between them. Swiping Rinda's head gently.

Then the man took off the hoodie he was wearing, then gave it to Rinda. It made the girl look confused.

"wear. Than rain again. What I have is ngerepotin ntar," said Ghani then raised Rinda's body without permission first after giving the hoodie to Rinda.

Again and again Rinda was surprised by Ghani's attitude to her which was very dangerous. For holding parts of his body that have never been touched by anyone else.

Upset with Ghani's attitude, after his foot stepped onto the asphalt, with a quick movement of the girl's hand smaller than Ghani hit the shoulder and also the arm of the man in front of him.

Rinda glared at Ghani. He opened his eyes a few times. I can't believe what he saw this day. Ghani laughing? A miracle that Rinda saw for the first time. Usually the man just smiled, even though it was joking with his friends.

"Udah, legitimate. Belongs to me all. No need to protest." remember Ghani made Rinda attract all the admiration that had just come to Rinda's mind.

"Ck! It was my turn to say it was mine. Try it in front of a clown. At most it was just a whimper," muttered Rinda staring sinisterly at Ghani.

The girl ignored Ghani's confused face which did not understand Rinda's intentions. Rinda prefers to wear her husband's hoodie. Rather than later rain again, there is her charity scene. One or two times may be okay. However, if it has been many times, over time there is mostly reward later. Rinda is not greedy. He wants to share with others.

"Why was the bike?" ghani asked after Rinda put on her hoodie.

To avoid being discovered, Ghani pulls the Zipper hoodie forward. Rinda only saw her face. It must be in front of him too.

"It's like the gasoline. Keep the front tire deflated," said Rinda in a soft voice.

"Yes, come home with me," said Ghani lightly. Then the man pulled out his phone.

"No want! Motor I want to put in ma—mmpphh!"

Rinda's sentence was swallowed back as Ghani shut her mouth very tightly. The man appears to be putting a cell phone to his ear.

"Take a motorbike near the city park. The key is I put it under the front tire" Ghani told someone across the street.

Rinda himself wanted to protest, but could not. Because Ghani's stocky hand was still coiled around his neck while silencing his mouth.