When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Concealing you
Being in a closed room and only getting lighting from the living room lamp logic Paijo increasingly chaotic. The towel that brushed Michelle's body felt less short, he thought that the demon-induced passing by.
“Wear your clothes keep hiding under the cots!” paijo whispered in Michelle's ear.
A polite warm feeling touching her ears made Michelle shudder amusedly as if there was entertainment in the midst of a thrilling precarious atmosphere.
Michelle shook her head, disagreeing. Feels under the couch is a heavy choice. “Known me as your father than you hid me there, geli.”
His soft voice touched Paijo's ears like an invitation to see the expanse of verdant rice fields under the hot afternoon sun. Refreshing the eyes while making the body sultry.
”According to it, already wear your clothes.”
At the same time. Kusumonegoro approached his room with a tired face.
“Jo... Paijou. In you, Le?”
Pestilent. Father patrol.
Hurriedly Paijo touched Michelle's shoulder while inviting her to crouch. His heart beats like a double pedal that jolts hard, kegawatan happen so fast in his mind.
They were faced with breaths that smelled each other. So close to their faces now that annihilating would be the remaining healthy.
”This wire, Sel.” whispered very slowly and close until her nose touched Michelle's ear. “Don't ngeyel, come in and bring your suitcases!”
Michelle grimacing. Aging in a room with dim conditions makes his mind wanders about the closeness that is very attached to the exotic skinned man. But in order to save Paijo's self-esteem, Michelle complies. He leaned over until his head touched the floor, crawling carefully under the cot.
“Jo, Paijo..” Kusumonegoro knocked at the door, impatient. “If you call that father answer! In your room?”
“White, Sir. Nggih.” Paijo shoved Michelle's suitcase with his heels following the owner's footsteps curled up with the cobwebs and the typical smell of the bachelor room. Apex and dusty.
“Paijo nyebelin.” Michelle grumbled inwardly, instead of getting extra attention from the man she had come to without having to make a date, she found what she had not imagined in her life as a conglomerate child!
Paijo pulled the door leaf while fixing the sheath. Pretending to wake up.
“Why, Sir?”
Kusumonegoro who still uses the peranakan servant of the Yogyakarta Palace with blangkon which is the best crown to observe the ceiling of the room.
“Dead lampune, Jo?” kusumonegoro asked in astonishment, not because the lights were dead and gone but the feminine aroma scattered in his son's room infiltrated his faint breath.
“The father of the same fragrant nyium in the bathroom. Your new soap?” kusumonegoro.
Paijo's hand pulled on the door leaf while grimacing strangely, but Kusumonegoro's hand more recklessly held it back and pushed it until the door opened again.
Kusumonegoro's nose sniffs more and more often and seriously.
“Buy your new fragrance, did you bring Puspita to the room?” Kusumonegoro seriously looked at Paijo, his baby with Kasidah Wastini who never had luck in love cases.
Difficult mate, difficult slang, even once he thought to change his name with a more modern name so that no one is embarrassed to have a ghost and husband named Paijo, who is not a man, but how legendary Kusumonegoro before really his intention conveyed to Kasidah who gave a special name to the number one boy, the mansion he renovated makes it easier for Paijo to get a girlfriend when he was 30 years old.
“Nagot bought my new fragrance, sir. Especially enter Puspita into the room. No way it's that. This may be the fragrance of kuntilanak or fairy from the rabu tree behind the house.”
Kusumonegoro was in disbelief, Paijo's expression was made up. He chose the hero while sniffing the aroma that is approaching the mattress more clearly felt.
Kusumonegoro frowned, his son's guess was probably right, maybe not, Puspita could not go to his son's room, he said, his candidate was well-educated and firm even became a hotel-raiser jasmine class because he was a policewoman.
“Already, Sir. There is nothing in my room.” said Paijo trying to expel his father.
Kusumonegoro wanted to do it but his heart told him to bend down and look down at the couch he believed was absolutely nothing.
Paijo swung his legs intentionally. “Iyonggh...” exclaimed as he kicked his toes into the divan's feet, the shout instantly shut Kusumonegoro's intention of bowing.
Paijo pranced with one leg while his sore leg bent upward, Paijo clutching his finger yanby was sick.
Paijo followed him with a pale face of relief visible on his exotic face. Anxiety and pain were mixed up in her body while Michelle biting her lips held back a laugh. Almost caught.
“Bathroom lights were dead, sir. Do not change my room lights first.” explained Paijo after feeling calm.
”Continue dark-eight until tomorrow morning, yes?” Kusumonegoro shook his head. “Do you need a father who installed the lights?”
“Ya no, Sir.” Paijo shook his head small.
Kusumonegoro took off his blank while sighing. Tired he sat in an old chair while staring at his son who once looked back twice.
“Terus why just shut up? Want to ask for money?”
“If you want to thank Paijo thank.”
Grunting tired, Kusumonegoro's index finger reached into the twisting cloth around his waist to retrieve his money.
Paijo walked out of the house after receiving fifty thousand from his father.
To the Lik Mulyadi stall, the owner of the stall who saw his arrival waved enthusiastically.
“Whose car is parked in your house, Jo? Very nice, kinclong.” Lik Mulyadi was amazed. “Definitely expensive it.”
Paijo did not budge, his heart still pounding unhelpfully. He opened the showcase closet and flinching there for a while to cool his boisterous head of ideas.
Paijo thought about how to get Michelle out of her room after her father came home, it was not as easy as putting her under a couch.
“Jo, Paijo.” Lik Mulyadi nudged the kemoceng onto Paijo's back. Shocked and nervous, Paijo grabbed a cold drink while closing the showcase cabinet. His gaze avoided Lik Mulyadi's astonished gaze by choosing a light snack over a glass display case.
“So Lik, all lights 15 watt.” said Paijo, he took another cold drink of orange flavor in the showcase cupboard and drank it directly like a thirsty person.
Lik Mulyadi who knew about the arrival of a red car in the yard of Kusumonegoro's house grimaced.
“Bejo is so you, Jo. Can fiancee polwan continue to have an acquaintance wong sugih, permission pack RT first there if anyone wants to nginep. Must be given permission while in a bribe martabak eggs.” Lik Mulyadi shifted the cover of the glass display case, his hand grabbed a box containing 15-watt lights while putting Paijo groceries into transparent plastic.
“Neither, Lik. Just main.” Paijo smiled in grief while paying him.
Lik Mulyadi gave the money back saying, “Main over nine o'clock must also be permission, Jo. Remember guest hours.”
“Iya, Lik.” Paijo grabbed his shopping while out of the stall. His limp steps on the uneven asphalt road in his village were full of consideration.
Report Mr. RT, no. Report Mr. RT, no.
Paijo shook his head. Report Mr. RT will only add to the widespread news of the arrival of female guests at his home and all he needs to do is expel Michelle who is either still alive or unconscious.
Arriving at home, Paijo entered the house through the rear bedeng. Kusumonegoro stared at his son's groceries like a boy as he dried the rags he washed with rattles on the rope tied at one pole to the other pole. Even so it is understandable, maybe Paijo tired of buying home needs.
“Quickly in the plug of the lamp so that your feet do not stumble anymore!” Kusumonegoro.
Paijo cleared his throat as he entered the room, after installing a new lamp he prostrated himself beside the cot after locking the door.
“Michelle.. hi..” Paijo pulled out his suitcase while grabbing Michelle's hand that stuck out, he pulled her with all his might with a feeling of unease.
“Yungalah.” All over Michelle's body was stuck to the dusty floor. For a moment, Paijo felt pity. But his mind was cheering with excitement. Kapok, he thought, wrong himself came without news and made a riot.
“Wear your shirt keeps coming out of the house when you're asleep.” the whisper is clumsy in Michelle's ear.
Without even realizing it, Michelle hugged him. His body froze and dust flew from his hair and towel making Paijo sneeze repeatedly.
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