My Beloved Perjaka
Carom

"Sick, Aunt, slow down why, don't rush that. It's not a make-up character!" abhimanyu's protest then groaned with a slightly depressed voice.

Contact me who was touching his wound with a cotton swab when Abhimanyu held my wrist and lifted it up and put it on the sofa. Beside his thighs.

"Let me clean the wound myself, Auntie. Auntie, don't bother!"

"Yah—Abi." I throw a sad look. "This is proof of aunt's responsibility. Aunty more careful yes, Aunt is not used to do gini people because. Only for Abi to be the first."

Abhimanyu was immediately festering with his body leaning backwards. In my heart chuckled, Abhimanyu looked surprised.

"Why Abi? Can't believe? Aunty used to be spoiled, if it fell like this crying continues to be equally papa brought to the clinic, so let Aunty take good care of him." I said honestly, crying because papa must be nagging, papa said my legs will have a scab, there's a trace, not pretty. God, a father's love is sometimes heart-soothing for his daughter, sometimes it sucks. But papa is still papa, the best man of my life. My tears have dried up if I miss my mom and dad.

I sighed while looking at the clumsy smiling Abhimanyu.

"Okay, Auntie. But this oath must be careful, so you don't strain Abi. Relax." I exhaled while gathering concentration facing the young man named Abhimanyu Julian Rudolf, the German and Solo stucco. His skin was white despite his unkempt face, Abhimanyu had red pimples on his cheeks. Maybe because puberty becomes spotty, it is natural for young people. Especially men his age, very stupid with facial care business.

My gaze turned to his wound after pouring alcohol on the cotton.

"Abi ready?" tanyaku make sure because his face frowned holding the pain with a stern.

"Mante!" the protest then took a breath.

"Eh, yes, sorry. His name is also aunty, the preparation likes complicated. Different from your age. Again agile so want it spit-cepet." nagging me back but immediately smile.

"Sorry again. Okay." Okay." I stopped talking and touched the cotton to his scuffed knee.

Abhimanyu puffed up, distracting him as I treated his wounds. Occasionally his jakun moved.

I see it funny. He might be groggy also dealing with brazen aunts like me. But trust me, she smiles if I offer her something.

"Udah is done, Abi." I tidied up the standard P3K to the pouch box I prepared for Abhimanyu to take home, "don't play that much motion first huh, Bi. Let the wound dry first."

Abhimanyu seemed to sigh looking at the plaster I had placed on his wound. Funny wound plaster.

"Let's remember Auntie." I smiled while standing up. Maybe my meeting with Abhimanyu was just a glimpse, so I hope he remembers with me. Hahaha, I'm broken in my heart.

‘Tante fucking’, maybe that's what he remembers. Aunts who make apes, make skipping school, make cool motorcycles enter the workshop. But I'm sure Abhimanyu will remember this day. With me somehow that's.

"False, Aunt. So now can Aunt get me off?" Abhimanyu grimaced as I was so fixedly staring at him.

"Who is hiding you? No one bothered you, but if you think so, Auntie will hide you forever here. Wanna?"

"NO!" reject Abhimanyu directly.

I smiled faintly, very loudly this young man rejected aunts. In part why I am so flexible to call myself aunty, this morning I just refuse to call aunty same club security. The same turn of gemes sister “iya-iya” just call yourself aunty-tante. You're not consistent, Bella! rukkukku in the heart.

"Wait a moment, I want to take a shower and keep nganter you home. Abi has permission from the homeroom teacher?" many ensure. Bathing is an activity that takes a long time, especially grooming. Abhimanyu will probably be saturated waiting for him, so before he replied I had gone to the kitchen. Take some snacks and put them on the table.

"Don't forget Abi eat, take home can also. Aunt stay first."

Aunt again, must be cleared. Me, not Auntie!

"Where?" Abhimanyu tried to stand up.

"Quiet, handsome. I just want to take a shower. Why, come along?" his god grimaced wide.

"Don't you go long!" the door sat down again. "I have to go to school, Auntie!"

"Yes-yes, bring it." I waltzed into the room, watching the memory bed with papi Narendra with mixed feelings.

Abhimanyu. Your name is good, in Sanskrit it means brave. But I'm sure, he's not the typical guy who dares mess with adults like me. After all, even though he was a German and Solo stucco, I can make sure his parents were not educated by outsiders because ever since he stepped foot in the living room, he always maintained a good childlike attitude.

The danger is that Abhimanyu meets Sisca. Typical like Abhimanyu Sisca rarely get, that means Abhimanyu must be far from me. Danger if the play is the same aunt, but also good loh it, let him have another perspective from the point of view of adult and experienced women.

"Remember, Bella. Remember, he's an underage man!"

I patted my eel. His style was indeed ordinary, far below the average of upper-class young people. But he's handsome, huhu, papi Narendra must be surprised I have a playmate his age. Papi will also have a heart attack if I go with Abhimanyu.

"But it can only be Bella's dream, a dream!"

I patted my head again. Can not damage the young man who is looking for identity, hold the wise advice is good Bella Ellis. Remember that in your brain.

Ja.

I grabbed a towel to dry my hair. No need for thick makeup, no need for sexy. Enough fragrant and elegant because in the living room there are young people who do not need to woo.

I reached for my little bag while I was out of the room. Abhimanyu seemed to be playing online games like, he was busy observing his phone without realizing I had moved towards him.

"Abi, let's go."

"Stage, Aunt. Just stop!"

"Come, hunted. He said he didn't take long to take a shower. I'm fucking it."

Abhimanyu lifted his face from his cell phone, at which point his phone fell to the floor.

Die me, if the phone breaks then change too. Where the monthly money from Papi Narendra is only half now.

I leaned over to grab her phone. Safe, not broken.

"Tell me why?" I asked while holding out my phone.

"Why do you wear a dress in the morning?"

"Where's the wrong dress?"

Abhimanyu kept shaking his head in a misbehavior.

"Yes, let's go get a handsome stand, I anter to your school and I'll tell you if you're late because of an accident."

"No need, Auntie! I'm going home."

"Goody!"

I smiled at the opportunity. The opportunity to know Abhimanyu's house. Xixisxi.

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