The Father Boy
ALA147'S CHAT. Secret player
"Okay, gini. Take him home first, brother will accompany you to papa." I am lazy to talk to this woman.
Flowers are not polite, usually not excessive like this. He was too overrated, too controlling of the conversation.
"Yes, Bang." Kaf nodded, then immediately got up from his seat.
It's just a sedative sentence. I will ask Kaf in depth and detail before I actually bring this conversation to Papa Ghifar. I want to know his point of view, so that I don't take any wrong steps. Because maybe Kaf was broken, not his woman. Obviously different cases in my opinion, if the woman has broken down and even asked Kaf who married her. Of course, the loss is my cousin's sister, he is a good man, the proof is that he immediately wants to be responsible for marrying the woman because of his mistake.
"Wait here, right? Brother rest first thing about it." Don't look for the truth in Kaf's house, because there are fathers who are good at reading the situation. It may not be delivered to papa Ghifar, but instead judged by my father.
"Yes, Bang." Kaf and his woman came out of this cottage house.
His manners are lacking at all, is the time how good? Just so, without greetings and without a friendly smile. It never happened in Riyana's family, except being angry.
About an hour later, Kaf came back. Incidentally, I was dividing the wages of the workers. So, Kaf waits for my business to be done first.
Seventy-five thousand to cultivate the land alone, it is not a decree from me. Rather, it is already public wages here. It works lightly, only it does get sunburn. But I always gave them twenty thousand extra, because I did not provide them with food. This too, on my father's advice so I don't bother.
Small differences, but the same. However, residents prefer to work for our families just because of the difference in money to eat. If the others are given lunch, but not fed. Residents say the food their boss gave them wasn't worth the twenty thousand my family gave me. The side dishes were just like the origin, with rice that did not make them full. I don't know for sure, that's their confession.
Plus, some of them said they could bring lunch from home. So, the twenty thousand meal money could be put together with their working wage. That's more useful, rather than eating from the boss but not full he said.
His name also works in the field, automatically must be full because what is used is energy. It does work lightly, but who holds the stomach in a state of hunger and work while basking in the sun. They will definitely get dizzy later.
"Have you finished, Bang?" kaf asked, as I approached him in the living room of the cottage house.
"Well, you're taking her home?" I watched him put his phone in his pocket.
It seems that he is frustrated.
"On the fence, I never went into her house. I'm a coward, Bang. I never wanted to be introduced, because I was afraid of being asked the question of when to preach and when to marry. But this is how it happened." He was throwing his breath away agitated.
"He's a virgin?" This is what I have been wanting to ask since.
Kaf seemed surprised by my question. He looked at me and was silent for a moment, looking at my face.
"Well, Bang. How is that?" He hasn't blinked for a while.
"Dare to petting anyway? The virgin isn't that brave." It's just my logical opinion.
"He was bleeding" he later admitted.
Actually, there are also virgins but not bleeding.
"No longer do menstruation right do it?" My mind is ridiculous, but this is what I have in mind.
I rubbed my chin overgrown with fine fur. So he is? It is only fitting that college seems to be busy.
"So you guys are ngamer, huh? That wanderlust?" Wrong talk, no, I am this?
"Yes no, Bang. Indeed, the medical faculty is complicated and time consuming. I do a lot of activities, but indeed if I either go to the mall or where it is all fitting out for college. So don't go back and forth to the house, just have some time on the way." His carving was quite casual like his papa.
Calm water does not mean no crocodiles. Those are appropriate words for papa from Biyung. They're ex-girlfriends, but I don't know why they can talk like that when they say they're safe.
"Okay, she's a virgin, doesn't she mean? Then, how can you break the goal so? What was previously?" I'm kepo indeed, but I don't want Kaf fooled by women.
"Yes a virgin, Bang. Yeah again petting, I'm a regular toy got me onto the surface. Somewhat nekan indeed, plus the condition is indeed so slippery. Just so he moves let the back part go up to the pillow, automatically slip and enter. The temple feels like a cake with solatip, continues to be pulled behind it. Steady dizziness and mules eyes, so yes have continued first. I'm continuing, I can't also throw science out of it. So yes panic yourself after completion, want to use the drug was afraid of side effects."
Ouch, crazy. I'm the one that itches. Why should he tell me this much detail? I'm a widower, bray. I want to slip like that too.
"Licin because of lubricating gel?" tanyaku later.
"Because of my saliva, I'm gonna make him come out. Don't you understand petting? Where in the world does petting use lubricating gel? I want to have a relationship."
Norak once I am, Kaf who seems silent is actually very naughty.
"I never petting, same wife used to warm up the most direct gas. Slowly mode and hard mode were somehow, do not understand either. Because follow your own desires, want to come out quickly, just play ya slowly first." My experience is zero.
Who said the widower had such extensive experience? Are widows like me excluded?
"Well, what do you do during marriage?" Kaf even laughed at me.
His name is Kafi, no matter who Kafi is. He is close to Hadi and Ceysa, once small was often a bully-an material.
"Yes soan. Izza virgin ting-ting, I've never messed around but hold the worst chest." Duh, even flashback.
"Ish, hilarious." Kaf flicked his shoulders and grimaced mockingly.
Damn indeed!
"But you're sure she's a virgin? Sure enough, he's just like you?" Again, I'm afraid Kaf was tricked.
"Yakin, Bang. He's the same I'm from second grade High School, third grade High School we often petting and new OTW this third semester I got unlucky. How's dong, Bang?" He started to get nervous again.
Crazy too, secret player. Second grade High School, I was dizzy thinking about memorizing books and all sorts of things to memorize. Somewhat secretly like this, rather than me who obviously often bring Izza play to the house.
"Bangs…..
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