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This is wrong, I should be more self-controlled. It's wrong!

Parto rubbed her face rough. He is at war with his heart. Sitting a little distance, making Shela also neutralize the heartbeat. What

they do? Kissing, it's just peppered with nackal elements by Parto's hands. What is his hand? Trying to climb a mountain that he shouldn't be able to reach. Should it be written in detail?

"Sorry La.." Parto. He really regretted what he had just done.

"I'm going to the room first yeah, I'm going to get changed." Shela said she carried Parto's phone.

It's a danger, if I keep going here, there could be another khilaf. And I don't want to until that happens!

"La.. I'm going home, right?" Parto asked permission before deciding to go home. Even though the rain is getting heavier, and maybe there is no intention to stop tonight.

There's no answer. Parto opened the front door, immediately greeted by the wind that entered the room.

"Ngapain open the door all? Looking for disease huh?" From the kitchen Shela came carrying two cups of warm ginger.

"Who would have looked for the disease if I were still here La. I'm sorry, I-I"

"Sit down!" Cut Shela to stop the regret sentence that Parto would make as long as possible. Defeat the length of your love story muter-muter aja with him, hahaha.

Parto sat down, choosing a safe distance by being in front of Shela. The sitting position next to Shela will make this night feel sinful for the two human beings.

"I'm normal, what the hell are you... Heavy rain like this you want to go home? What on the road? Think about it that way?"

Are you used to La? Make me connected nyampe ubun-ubun you say ordinary? Am I having minimal experience here?

"Why is he?" Shela kok kek mama-emak who ngomelin his son huh?!

"What did you say? I'm sorry that you said ordinary. La. I'm a grown man, which you definitely know with the condition of the house there is no lighting like this, we are just two, plus the atmosphere that you know, you know, all of that could make something at the bottom of there rise up!"

"Good dong. It means you're not impo_ten!"

Parto could only blink. Don't know what to say. How relaxing is La, who read your nyekik pen it feels this. who wrote the cry pen!

"La..bare we marry again, don't test me now can right?" She's so happy Gaess.

"Yes La.. yes. I was wrong, La. This is if the rain is still like this how do I go home?" Parto tried to divert the conversation.

"Yes, your life is so complicated!"

I'm ribet? You perpetuate the problem of La. if I nginep here tonight, we do not become married for three more months but tomorrow morning can be directly asked for the same ijab of the citizens here!

"Are you ready to be my wife tomorrow?" Parto asked wanting to know what answer Shela would give.

"Why?" Back asking.

"Just in case who knows tomorrow I'm being held accountable for being at your house. You're just like me, want to be clear if we don't do anything else, no one will believe." Sipping ginger wedang made by Shela.

"Oowh. kirain why, marry me. What's difficult?" Cueknya Shela has been on the verge of normal girl limits in general.

Finally, after speaking in no direction, Shela closed her eyes. She's asleep. Parto who saw that only smiled in admiration. This girl is unique. Cuek but still attention, jutek but still sweet. At the beginning of their meeting, perhaps Parto hopes to no longer meet the girl she nicknamed Miss C but, after getting to know Shela, she hopes to meet her, Parto instead gave her heart to the girl she now carries the spoiled Indian style to her room.

Covering Shela with a thick blanket on the bed, gently rubbed her forehead, after which Parto immediately left Shela's room. Previously he put his phone for lighting as long as the princess was asleep.

Parto decided to go home. He knew this was not the right time to drive, it was almost late at night and the rain was not going to stop. But, Parto did not want to make Shela and Shela's mother affected by the problem if she was desperate in the house. Not time. That's what Parto thinks.

I'm sorry La. I came home, sorry I haven't been able to sleep tonight,

The streets are quiet, dark, and slippery. Not dead lights, the road to the village of Parto was already dark because it was rare street lights that illuminate the village road, especially now.

The lack of lighting and puddles due to the many holes in the road makes Parto lose balance when it is in the heat. The motor that Parto used slammed into the right side of the road. So Parto fell off the bike? Ja.

When he just stood up and stepped over to the favorite chicken motorcycle lying down, from the back there was another motorbike without lighting lights that lit directly grabbed his body.

It fell down anyway. That's the right picture for Parto's current condition, head hit by a rock and hands full of scratches because it smelled a sharp pebbled road up twice. And who makes the bad, who hit even play nyelonong aja, regardless of the fate of the person he hit.

How's Parto doing? Did he faint in the rain? Or is he a descendant of Gatotkaca who has iron bone wire muscles that can still withstand shock even though it has twice fallen?

Find the answer at the tip of othor's thumb!!