The God of Love You
Afternoon Kiss

God bought a bouquet of red roses containing only a few freshly bloomed florets. His intention to seduce Mayra to hang out with the Surabaya bikers' children tonight must succeed.

Furthermore, being a guide for guests all to take Mayra for a walk around Yogya seems to be a romantic moment for both of them. All training, Mayra needs to get used to the bike so that a long tour to Bali can be passed smoothly and safely.

In essence, in addition to lectures and activities with friends, Dewa wants to spend his free time with Mayra. The girl must fall for him, must be willing to be his lover, must be his. If necessary, the Gods would tie him to the parent meeting. Maybe propose if his mother lets him.

For that one thing, God is less sure because he is only the fourth semester, only twenty years old and. The pocket money is purely a parental subsidy. Hm, the Gods have long been given no way money by the Eagle. In fact, every time you go to drive or accompany Mayra there is always an allowance.

Huh, God must turn his brain to make his own money. Maybe by working in Erfan's motor modification workshop? Or what if you open your own car-specific modification workshop?

Wow ... God thought he would join the car club as well to find a relationship. He has a car in his own name.

The gods' wishful thinking ended when entering Mayra's courtyard. The god tidied up the appearance as necessary before descending. White t-shirts, white outer jeans and light brown trousers became his style today, hats deliberately worn upside down to damage the impression of makeup that is already cool.

Arriving in front of Mayra's house, unabated heart pounding feels uncomfortable. The gods never came to that house with flowers in hand. All the Mayras know God is only good friends with Mayra. But now?

Mayra's cousin who was chatting with her boyfriend on the front porch spontaneously broke out to see the God walking towards her with a bunch of red roses in hand. “Uhuuiii what's wrong neh? Someone wants to express love!”

“Whispering! Where's Mayra?” God didn't rub Julian's lead and giggled at his girlfriend.

“There was behind, again swimming earlier .. I don't know if now!” julian replied still chuckling at the slightly tense look of the God.

The god grumbled in annoyance while staring at his own appearance from the bottom up. “Sial! Anything funny?”

“No, just what ... weird! Why wear all flowers?! Mayra can klepek-klepek it later, drowned in the sea of love hahaha,” led Julian did not stop laughing at the style of the Gods that he thought was not connected, less suitable to be a romantic youth.

“The name is also a business!” reply the Gods showed off a smirk of not caring. He walked into the swimming pool behind the house. There was nothing the gods met except the housemaid, Mayra's parents clearly had not returned home.

The god sat in a chair by the pool, looking at Mayra who was swimming. The ayu girl had not noticed the presence of the God until she finally turned around, speeding up the water in front of her with a breaststroke.

“Hi chick, I'm on you!” The god greeted with a ignorant snort as Mayra looked at him with a somewhat surprised expression.

Mayra can't hide her happy smile, “Hai guy, why not say if you want to come?”

“Fear not earned,” replied Dewa kalem. “Still swimming for long?”

“Mau nemenin?”

“No, it's cool gini time nyemplung pool! Want to take out you later malem .. if you want, but I hope not rejected, rather maksa this!”

Mayra came out of the pool, approached the God who was not wanting to get wet. “Where?”

God stood up, stretched out his bouquet of red roses, then reviewed the sweetest smile, “Ke your heart! I miss you, Beibeh!”

“Gombal, ih!” Mayra giggles to receive the flower that symbolizes romance and love, smell the fresh fragrance and then blush. Ah, a God can always melt his angry heart. If this is the case, the lambs can not be extended anymore. “Thank you, I took a shower first! There's Julian if you need a chat!”

“Julian again dating in the future, when did I become the third person? Mending I wait for you here,” said Dewa while walking to observe the cactus collection Bu Santi which is adjacent to the back terrace. “There's a new one like?”

“Hm, yes there are some. Dikasih friend says mama.” Mayra leaves the God engrossed in photographing the cactus with his cell phone.

Mayra returned after fifteen minutes, wearing a yellow knee-length casual dress with flowers, high-bound hair revealing her entire neck. Mayra sat down casually accompanied by two cups of tea, which had been served with a jar of snacks.

Seeing Mayra sitting while drinking tea and only paying attention to herself, God ended his activities to join next to her.

“You are so beautiful, May! Myriad!”

“Fruit times seger!” timpal Mayra's.

“Idih ... You tambet what ask dikangenin same me?”

“Love!”

“Halah crisp,” reply Mayra cruel.

“You want me to get wet? Here!” The god pulled Mayra into a hug and immediately gave a light kiss on the lips.

Mayra shove the shoulder of God, “Males .. I still sprain you!”

The gods do not want to retreat even a little, the kiss is no longer a light kiss, but has frowned deeper. Naughty, his hand pulled Mayra's hair tie until it broke apart.

The newly dried and fragrant hair was sipping between the fingers of the God. Feels subtle and challenges the God to caress her, toying with her and pulling her gently until the one with the complaint is tormented by agitation.

The miss that Mayra saved spilled over. His self-esteem which is held in high esteem by being sold expensively on the seduction of God is actually melted by the performance of the hand of God who gently caresses his hair full of affection.

With all her heart but no means, Mayra returns the deepening kiss of God. The tightness in her chest was so beautifully unraveled, the world seemed colorful and Mayra enjoyed every touch of God with an open heart.

The fire of love extinguished by the Eagle is now burning with God. With hotter, hotter and full of youth.

Before long, God removed his lips from Mayra, but he did not move back to stretch out the embrace. The god glanced to the left and right of Mayra, looking back at his own shoulders as if looking for something.

Mayra was confused by the deity's behavior. “What are you doing? Find what?”

“Search for something you might be able to wear to hit my head,” Dewa replied straightforwardly. “There's nothing real about my brain!”

“I don't know what you're talking about! You got a headache? There's medicine inside!”

The god looked Mayra in the eyes with a desire that had been ignited. The god then took off the embrace with a heavy heart, with one rancid whim. The god of repairing sat down, leaning on the sofa while closing his eyes, neutralizing his heartbeat that had already crossed normal limits.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to overdo it!” said Dewa rasak. His body that was vibrating with passion began to loosen, but not with his manhood. Still stiff in hiding.

“It was just a kiss, Dewa!” mayra said, her body was trembling but her voice could still calm down.

“Just kiss?” muttered the Gods. His pride was slightly ruined because of the kiss that was not so long ago had already ravaged his defensive fortress.

Mayra. The girl was very ayu wrapped in her dress, her body fragrant and fresh. Her beautifully exposed calf made the God blingsatan, not to mention the neck that was left open because her hair was tied high behind the head!

The afternoon kiss of God and Mayra seemed to be in a hellish paradise, enjoying matchless but very hot burning.

Mayra insists, “Ya is just a kiss, right? Where's wrong?”

God didn't touch her, just kissed and stroked her hair .. but why do you need a head hitter? Mayra did not even mind the God kissing while hugging, not angry, would not sulk. Mayra enjoyed and replied.

“Darling, can I have some cold water? Orange juice!”

“OK!” Mayra kissed the cheek of God before moving. Tidying up her messy hair, tied it back up and went inside asking the God-ordered drink to the housekeeper.

Mayra thought, maybe the gods do need refrigeration, because what they just did not only make sultry but also melt passion.

“May .. There's your friend coming! Name's Tony!” Julian almost hit Mayra near the dining room when delivering the news.

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