MARRYING DOWN THE BED?
19. The End of Semarang-Jakarta Travel
My family, hereditary from grandparents to grandparents now is a pure native generation of residents of Jakarta.
All of Jakarta is our hometown and almost all corners of the city I have memorized the ins and outs. 'No way' to get lost while inside this city.
It is impossible to get lost in the land of my birth but this is what I am currently experiencing.
I got lost here in my own ancestral country, stray, my car skipped the road to Evita's house.
Just because the driving focus is split even since the start of the driving journey from Semarang hours ago...
Hours ago,
We got out of the hotel at 3.45 pm, finally I was also in a car with Evita.
Only 2x stopped by the Rest Area, the rest of us traversed hundreds of kilometers of Toll roads with my bidadar at that time chose to stay silent or sleep, reasoning it would be very dangerous if I served his speech while driving, he said, or rather it is he who speaks of me.
Although in my heart I think it is more dangerous if while driving I stay with him like this, making my mind wander unnaturally, I agree also Evita's proposal not to talk a lot during the trip.
But whether this girl realized it or not, yes right, my focus had actually broken and was over the first second as well ;
the second I appeared to open the door of the car steering wheel in the hotel basement parking lot, then found the view of my bidadar was sitting sweetly waiting on the passenger seat.
Complete with a head towards me following a smile and all the appearance of the up-down self-profile at that moment as well.as if freezing for a moment the 5th nerve function I have.
Nailing him to look at it in such a way with his right hand still holding the vertical side of the door, quietly so that my jakun does not seem to move up and down, I swallowed the saliva very carefully.
After successfully normalizing the classic reaction that I had felt then I returned the girl's smile while stepping into the car, stunned sitting in the steering wheel.
To make the most of my pretense of ignoring the tight turtlenecks and the knee-length jeans of Evita who vociferously called me to look at them, then exactly at 4 pm hours ago with my dexterity to drive, then at precisely 4 pm, I started driving the car with Evita leaving Semarang.
It has been targeted that I will not do anything during our trip.
From the beginning I only had the intention of just wanting to be alone with him while driving with occasional small talk and coincidence from my side - from that moment on the park I decided to dub Evita with the title the angel and everyone else will have to know this - he does not want to have a lot of talk.
So predictably.during this trip we were fine and safe.
At least me and Evita very clearly enjoy this togetherness, in the middle of the night atmosphere down the lane by lane of the Toll road, in the form of 7 sections of the toll road since from Semarang namely segments : Semarang-Batang, Batang-Pemalang, Batang, Pemalang-Pejagan, Pejagan-Kanci, Kanci-Palimanan, Palimanan-Cikampek, Cikampek-Jakarta.
Once upon a time talking about light and general things, automatically compromised without voicing we avoid talking about this new relationship, me and Evita both just found out at this time that we compact have never once visited a waterfall. So I had promised Evita someday I would take her to visit a waterfall tour park. He was also looking forward to it with pleasure.
But once met the time tired of talking, this girl then silenced herself for some time.
Blame Evita if then I take advantage of the moment she 'ignores' me, I use those moments to satisfy my man's primitive imagination in terms of women. My woman.
On the sidelines of driving, I deliberately shared a little focus driving attention to him.
I set my imagination imagining exciting things with the object of the parts of his body that more and more I can memorize outside the head.
From the shape of some parts of the face such as the eyes and lips, down a little kebawahannya that neck level.
Continue and continue to keep the bottom even lower than the neck.such as the twin hills whizzed approximately 34B owned by Evita.
Without having to look at the original shape, I knew very well the pay* size of my full round bidadar fell into the 34B category. The ideal shape that many men prefer. Of course including me.
Men like the shape of the pay*bare round, which has the base distance of pay*dara up to the center or pu*ing as far as 15 cm. The look is similar and full with almost the same top and bottom.
And the ideal shape of the definition of size 34B, this is what an Evita has.
He may realize very well that his breasts are very nice and attractive so he is very confident with often wearing tight tops.
Doesn't matter. This is part of my favorite.
I like to see Evita in tight dress formal or casual or daily. But still the most I like above all else is, if he gets rid of all that tight until there is nothing left to cover his upper body, but that is special only in front of my eyes.
This is also what ultimately caused me to lose my direction in driving.doing a silly mistake, wrong lane when intending to move tolls right on a motorway number of Bogor highway.
Once again resolutely aware of myself, my car missed the direction towards the house Evita was in.
As a result once I realized it, I had to admit that I had strayed down the path.
Ohh, I'm lost. Ah ha ha ha...
"So we'll go on the toll again, take the direction I missed. Very very very silly." Bathinku, glanced at my bidadar on the next chair who had yet to realize what was going on. Still closed with his head almost drooping sloping at the window of the car next to him.
Ach...
You better wake up now, my son. I am now confused to consider whether I should go back to the toll road ahead or keep parking for a moment two jokes on the side of this road, which seems very quiet and safe to park here for a while.
And it's very strategically supportive as a place where I kiss you at least for the first time even if it's just a place like this.
It's been almost 9 hours drive I took by driving 7 hours, time' anyway I can not ask for a driving bonus from you?
No Marking Forbidden Parking.
So I decided to park.
And waited.
I don't know what or who to wait for.
I'm obviously going to park here.
Leaning slightly on the back of the car seat, I took my HP out of my shirt pocket and opened the key.
There's a WA message from Lydia, about 10 minutes ago she sent.
'where are you, bang?'
"In my heart." I unconsciously muttered so and smiled alone, fixing the location of the glasses, penetrating the dimmer in the car because I was reluctant to turn on the dashboard lights.
'almost until' my reply.
A second later,
'to where?'
"Diii.." My murmur apparently made my bidadar wake up.
Evita opened her eyes.Slowly raised her head from the backrest, then noticed the surroundings. Frown a moment later,
"Where is this?" He looked at me.
That is, I don't know where we are right now.
I just know I've been daydreaming and fantasizing for the last 2 hours with an imaginary theme around the charming chest of my woman, then know-how my car has arrived here.
"Ngg.so I got off the wrong toll. The Ring Road toll gate is far past." Obviously I'm with Evita while hurting HP to its original place.
This girl, I'm looking at her face lit by the street lights out there but the lights in the car don't light up, it's been since the last Rest Area to forget the makeup and make-up after brushing your teeth, wash your face and change your clothes. Replacing the white turtleneck shirt to a pink blouse long-sleeved black stripes combined subordinate to plain black material skirts. Almost feminine.
Now the beautiful but firm face looks plain without any polish. Not to be ashamed of me he presented himself like that. Not one bit implied worry I will compile the face without makeup. Or on the hair of Coffee Brown who has lost his blow because most of the head rests to and fro the area in his chair.
But because she was basically a natural beauty - I rarely found her using festive make-up on the face - with a now innocent face without the powder and lipstick, she said, he actually looks more charming again and childish.
He realized I was watching him with a glance without blinking, but he just continued to dissolve in his reflection then while occasionally he turned to me briefly, he said,
