The Suffering of Si Kembang Village
Between love and the whisper of the devil

"Ken, release. I want to go back to my room."

Uninterrupted. Kenzie still remained with his lips clenched and his sharp gaze.

Hana wriggled in revolt, exerting all her might to get out of the man's shackles. But there seems to be no support for him. Kenzie is too strong for his only strength.

Next to the palm of Kenzie switch motion cupping Hana's cheek. And another hand slid behind the girl's nape.

The smoke of tension began to billow from Hana's body, her eyes had faded to match the clone of the earth ball. Round and widened.

Ow hell!

Kenzie's head bowed slowly closer to his face. Breathe the distance a little. His breath began to feel.

As if bewitched, Hana now turned petrified. Highlight Kenzie's eyes into an intoxicating rhythm for him. The palm of the hand that was originally attached to the wall beside his waist, now reflexively switched to the chest of the man's field.

Started to become mili. Closer and closer. Finally Kenzie cut all the distance. Her pajas lips were perfectly stuck to Hana's tiny lips.

And the girl .. her eyes began to clench slowly following the shahdu created in anger. Until it turns into peace. The love that was still stored in his heart became the reason he was unable to refuse.

And this is her first kiss.

For a while the two lips just stuck together without frills. Until Kenzie soon began to change his movements. His head was 15 degrees tilted. His maleness instincts began to stick out to the surface. His tasting device slid out through his closed lip valve.

There is no rejection. Hana was also lulled into the groove that the man had created. He opened his mouth in reply. The two play each other in efficiency after sophistication.

The intoxicating gelenyar in Kenzie's body is getting more and more domineering. He lifts Hana's body into a typical bridal style sling. Take him into the guest room that is usually occupied by Nilam on the same floor.

He laid the body on a soft mattress bed and smiled waiting for the two to stop.

Not knowing what was now in Hana's mind, he just fell silent and resigned. His wisdom is already shackled in a love that may no longer be holy.

Stare at Kenzie who is now releasing one by one his clothes.

In the power and influence of the evil of the khamar, Kenzie begins to guide his movement to contain Hana's tiny body.

Next came the interrupted and forbidden relationship.

Drooping with her eyes closed, Hana was overwhelmed with an incomparable sense of fatigue. Kenzie really showed his bravery. Also stupidity.

As the drowsiness began to strike, they eventually fell asleep together. Towards a dreamland that may be beautiful. But the truth ahead ....

Ah, I don't know.

What is clear is that the two young people have fallen on the precipice of true confusion.

Satan is in his victory. Khamar, whose weapon entrapped Kenzie, has managed to bring the man to his biggest mistake. Also dragging Hana, the innocent girl was with him

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The sound of Jackson's crowing, Chaka's bangkok rooster, sounded quite loud. Until it makes Hana squirm. He opened his eye valve slowly. The pain all over his body created a ringing in his face as he tried to lead his movements to rise.

And ....

"My clothes!" Hana surprised. His face then moved on the figure lying beside him. "Kenzie! Yeah, Tuhaann...." She covered her little mouth with her palm. While the other hand squeezed the blanket he had pulled up to the chest.

His memory retreated at last night's incident. All events flashed spinning forming a stifling cliche roll. His brain memory began to collect optimally. And he began to shed his tears.

A tear of regret.

"Lord ... What have I done...? Kenzie is Nilam's future husband. Why would I trap him in this situation." Crying in a million regrets, Hana then led her body down from the stained bed. He picked up clothes that scattered on the floor, then wore them, even in a wet state.

For a moment, Kenzie looked at him who was still calm in his mind. "I have to get as far away from him as possible. Don't let me be a bully between his relationship with Nilam's sister." Tears kept flowing on her smooth cheeks. "Sister Nilam, I'm sorry, brother."

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