LET'S DIVORCE!
Cause You Are the Fire, I'm Gasoline

'Sir, there is no intention to change the story genre?'

'Hororor emang already attached very much to Kak Nana, but if Kak Nana change gendre the world of pemnovelan will not be uproar, huh?'

'The depiction of a horror novel scene is very nice, especially if the author suddenly changed gendre to Roman'

'Yes, too, yes. Ms. Nana is calculated to have been a writer for almost 10 years, with more than 20 books, all horror. When did I just wake up? It is so interesting that all of his stories are.'

'WE ALL NEED AUTHOR NANA X ROMANCE STORY! AUTHOR PLEASE HEAR ME!'

Nana snorted, the woman who had just taken a bath threw her phone into the mattress, approached the dressing table that emitted a dim light, because her room lights accidentally extinguished all. After Nagara's 'Love' statement made her dizzy, Nana just hopes to sleep well as soon as possible, forgetting everything.

"Romance whatever," his nagging while pissing off, "gendre my life has never been romance, how to write it."

After sitting in front of the mirror, his hands cleverly choose a special skin care for the night. Nana realized that she was no longer a teenager, and her skin had to be treated as carefully as possible so as not to get older before her age.

"What does that weird guy mean?" his hands may be smeared with night cream, but his mouth is still grumbling, "Basar Nagara, damn it! You have to take responsibility, get out of my mind!!! I want to sleep!!"

Although upset, that night Nana gave up another hour of sleep to continue her paused novel, her readers could terrorize her mercilessly if she did not update her story every day, at least a thousand words.

Nana repeatedly hits her head to concentrate on thinking which other demons she should appear in her novel. Not thinking of demons like Nagara.

***

That afternoon, Nagara was already fragrant with damp hair, the smell of shampoo and perfume emanated from her body as if competing, while carrying the car keys, while carrying the car keys, the man snuggled just entering Nana's house which looked relaxed, very quiet.

His stocky body looks perfect in a white T-shirt and knee-length pants, he has the body everyone wants. Proposional.

He knew that Nana's parents had been gone since morning, they had to stay a week in the city next door because Nana's umpteenth cousin was having a wedding.

Nagara learned that during dinner with the two, she also still remembered how Nana's parents said that they hoped Nana was not real with her words about not wanting to get married. If yes, Papa Nana is seriously confused to face her big family with how, now Nana holds the award as the oldest single in the history of the family Papa and Mama Nana.

Nagara laughed at that moment, knowing that Nana would not be single for life. Because Nana should be with him for a lifetime not alone.

Nagara was sure about it.

"Kelana .." the man hummed to his heart, combing room by room but not finding the figure he wanted. Then, casually, he climbed up the stairs and approached Nana's room.

"Sin."

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

He knocked on the door repeatedly, but did not get a response. Trying his luck, the man turned the door handle. And, gotcha! The door is unlocked.

Even the sunlight reluctantly hit Nana's peaceful face, choosing to direct the waves to the floor, leaving Nan's sleep undisturbed until now almost noon.

Nana did not wear extreme-design lingerie, either netted or frilly. It was just a satin cloth that printed Nana's body gently, Nagara hurriedly pulled the blanket up to Nana's neck when unconsciously her eyes saw Nana's improper body, the woman was not wearing a bra!

Damn it.

"Na, wake up."

"Well tomorrow, it's noon." Nagara rested on the floor to be high parallel to Nana who was slung on the floor. Her hands put away Nana's haircut dangling around the virgin's face, for whatever reason, Nana was beautiful.

How many times does Nagara have to praise that 'womanita?

Nagara approaches Nana's face and then kisses Nana's forehead until she moans involuntarily, distracted.

"Wake up, baby."

"Em .." the woman just muttered and pulled Nagara's hand to hug her under her chin. Nagara dares to guarantee that if Nana knows of her current behavior, she will curse herself.

As a result Nagara was locked at such a close distance to Nana, the male instinct brought the man's eyes the eyes of Nana's lips were cracked, Nana's lips were slightly thick, Nana's lips were slightly thick, and Nagara dares to bet if no one has tried that lip yet.

About how it feels? Should Nagara be the first one now?

Crazy, Nagara felt she was starting to go insane. The man shakes his head repeatedly to restore his sanity, though it is useless when Nana unknowingly pulls Nagara's hand closer to her until Nagara's face falls over her own. Nagara could feel her lips touching the end of Nana's life.

Nagara closed her eyes for a moment before hurriedly climbing onto the bed and propped down Nana who was lying on her back, pulling her hand that was on her neck to block her from both sides.

"You should have locked the door, baby."

After that his body was low until it came into contact with a blanket that rolled Nana. He could feel Nana's warm, regular breathing in front of his own lips. One more centi, and Nagara was able to answer her own guess about how the lips felt.

Nagara closed her own eyes, her body felt electrocuted, her hair standing up as the surface of her lips rubbed against the surface of Nana's lips. Crazy, it feels like he's goosebumps. Honestly, this was also the first time Nagara's lips touched a woman's lips.

Tingling makes Nagara's head feel dizzy, his breathing heavy. Her lips pressed Nana's lips until she could feel Nana's lips warmer than her own.

Nagara was silent when she felt Nana's eyelids move, they opened their eyes and stared at each other with lips touching. Nagara nailed Nana's gaze to stay open for her. Then the man kissed the woman's lips.

It was sweet, he kissed Nana's lips repeatedly, until he felt Nana's entire lips from end to end again.

Nana takes her hand out of the blanket to squeeze the Nagara biceps that are not covered in a shirt completely. The man no longer kissed his lower lip, but stroked it like candy. Until unknowingly, the lips of the two who were previously equally dry became wet.

Nana felt something was stirring her lower stomach with a pleasant taste. Her stomach throbbed, and Nana's heart involuntarily followed the rhythm of Nagara's heart pounding violently.

I swear to what, Nagara is addicted again. In addition to hugging Nana, Nagara is also addicted to her lips. The kiss was not in a hurry. Nagara seemed to enjoy a sweet dessert a little so that the dessert he could eat for a long time. So did he when he smeared Nana's stiff lips.

If true disappointment makes Nana reluctant to turn on the fire of love in her heart becomes bigger, then Nagara will become gasoline to make the fire burn in seconds.