PRETTY GHOSTS
More Beautiful Than Ghosts
"You why? Why smile at yourself?" asked Ozil who saw the strange gurgle shown by his guest. However, he became fascinated with the smile shown by a female guest who some time ago often became his chattermate when the woman was still a ghost. "But your smile looks different?" tanyakanya.
"How different?" ask the woman who once had the name Cempaka when she became a ghost. The name he got from the man who was currently sitting in the garden with him.
"Yes is different. Your smile looks sweeter than when you were a ghost," not meant to fight, but that's what Ozil was watching from the woman.
"Hahaha .. can you fight too, Bang?" ledek Cempaka's. "Learn from where? Is it possible that you're a playboy?"
"Inhibitedly," Ozil's grievance slightly did not accept. "I honestly know. Maybe when you became a ghost your face was pale times huh? So his smile is not as sweet as it is now" he explained.
"really?" tanya Cempaka made sure with a face that looks sparkling. Melihst Ozil nodded, Cempaka Smile again expanded. "It seems you are seducing again. Must be wanting something, right? What hayo?"
"What driver? Yes, no," Ozil so look surprised mixed with annoyance. "People are right, they don't believe."
"Hahaha ..kan I'm just frivolous, Bang. Once again, you again want something to issue a seduction style like that," reply Cempaka did not want to lose.
"What driver? Ngaco by the way. People don't want anything anymore" Ozil argued. He really does not want anything at the moment.
"Oh yeah, Bang. For example Brother tuh peg bath seen by me or sleep while held in his pants so that."
"Jeez, Cempaka!" ozil exclaimed with a flabbergasted face. "Why is your mind so naughty? igh, I'm just so anxious. There's just that thought of yours."
"Well, is it wrong? You used to like to grumble if I was the same others were ignorant to you, Bang. How can I not like it now?" Cempaka looks a little surprised and not accepted. "Didn't you ever grumble, you can only see that you can't hold. Freely fill my pants held by you, his hands cold. Now it's like that holy guy."
"Mahaha ..." Ozil is even broken. "Why do you even remember him being naughty anyway? Oh my goodness, hahaha ..." Ozil was really getting flabbergasted until he was cut open.
"Ih, even in the match, are you badgering, Bang? My people are talking seriously too. Nothing is more impressive than those two things. People of all the events that I remember when I was a ghost, yes that, when you took a shower and when I held you to sleep."
"Certain why? You want to repeat the incident again, right?"
Ozil's smile instantly disappeared and he again showed his flabbergasted face. This time not wanting to laugh at him, but Ozil was surprised because Cempaka looked angry instead. "Well, how do you say that? Yeah sorry, I didn't mean to take care of you, I was surprised."
"But there is no need to worry too, people I say what is," said Cempaka without wanting to challenge Ozil who this time a little frustrating.
"Yes yes, sorry. Yeah, you got ahold of my pants? Come on!"
"No, no interest, no interest," Cempaka refused in a very upset tone.
Ozil breathed out roughly. Now he feels confused himself facing a woman whose mood suddenly changes due to Ozil's spontaneous attitude to laugh at him. "Geez, don't be angry. If you want to hold my pants, come on, when?" maybe because he never dated, Ozil became confused himself to find a way to melt women who were sulking.
"Udah is not a. Come on, I want to go home. Come here deliberately to meet even diketawaain doang," Cempaka's sigh while rising from his seat.
"Well, how come home? Don't come home, Cem. Is that angry at you?" Ozil really looks surprised. Moreover, he continued to step and headed to his car. Ozil looked frustrated and a little panicked. "Cem, wait a minute," for the first time, Ozil held Cempaka's wrist,
"What the hell? I'm going home." Cempaka's footsteps stopped because his hand was blocked by Ozil.
"No, no! You can't go home angry" Ozil refused.
"What makes you angry too, why do you use ngelarang?"
"Yes, I'm sorry. You're not sorry," whined Ozil while continuing to find ways to keep Cempaka from coming home. "Originally you know, around here there are people Sakurata loh."
"What!"
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