MARRYING DOWN THE BED?
5. Evita And Moge 'Ka***aki N**ja ZX-****" S*' - Him

A moment ago approaching the car, Safira did not show any strange gurgles so at a glance we had a chance to see, with me still in the steering wheel in the car.

And today he chose not to say hello by approaching me like he usually does? Okay, I'll follow.

Oma Laras also seems to have no intention of responding even though the oma 'ngeh.

Then aided by oma Laras and sister Lina I began to bring down luggage in the form of bags containing children's change of clothes, 2 toy baskets, 1 cardboard box containing various dolls belonging to Yuan, Yuan, the bag contains my own needs, a bag of mama-papa and nuns, and not to miss a folding bike imported 4 wheels belonging to one of the twins.

Having previously taken the time to say hello and have a brief conversation with my mother-in-law, my parents took over bringing the items into the house, followed by Lina with the bag in her left right hand.

So far so good.

Just like running water, there are only different things compared to the previous days.

"Your father-in-law is away with bik Isah to pick up our ordered food, son Har," explained Bu Laras as he held and helped press the luggage door as I brought him down to close.

"Oo..so," I said immediately. "How are you, mom?"

Ibu Laras or oma Laras is the mother-in-law the best example of role models for other mothers-in-law. Women's language: not restless, not cheerful, not so fond of interfering in the household affairs of her children-in-law. I feel lucky to have a mother-in-law who knows Oma Laras.

"healthy. We're all in good health."

"Thank God then."

The two of us chatted for a while near the car.

"Al is inside. But your sister Evita has not been home for 3 days. He said he participated in a charity or bazaar organized by his institution in Depok."

"Oo...busy continues with his work and hobbies?"

"No know. Your sister has more to do than the ministers."

"Hahaha.mom could be."

"That's it. Where'd you ever see him on a Saturday Sunday like this at home? His working day as a Civil Servant was only Monday to Friday. Saturday and Sunday he should be wanted and at home, boro-boro... Saturday and Sunday he was busy again with whatever his activities were. Do you forget your face?"

"Haha..."

"Different from your brother Safira. She was truly the son of the most homely mother. Easily arranged. His life and work were never complicated.

Diligent to help make Isah in the kitchen kayak to treat his own mother, so that the mother does not have the heart to retire the aunt who this year wants 63 years.

Or help the eunuch mang gardening.

In fact, recently Safira had said he wanted to open a souvenir shop in the front yard here, to fill his busy if he was on holiday work."

Oops.

For the sake of hearing oma Laras finally mention about Sapphira following his explanation, my heart also melos.

I was silent about the oma, pretending to affirm how to close the back door of the car by pressing once again on the leaves.

The situation that began to form and led to the core of the theme of this meeting plan. A situation that is not comfortable I feel that suddenly.saved! By the appearance of a large motor roaring noisily, sliding into the yard of the house, stopping right in front of the garage nun bernetermet next to the house there...

Mother-in-law was astonished and I, too, turned simultaneously towards the mo-ge rider who had turned off the motorbike and got off the top of the bike. Both of us were surprised to see who the rider who began to walk gracefully slowly towards us, while removing the black masculine helmet from the head...

Evita

The girl appeared with a shocking appearance in front of my eyes, which I had expected the slonong-boy rider must be a woman.

No exception oma Laras was stunned as I was when I looked at Evita.

"Evita?" Oma looked at the princess's mo-ge and turned back to her daughter. "Whose motor is that? Where's your bike?"

"Born. Again in the workshop. That's my friend's bike. Morning, bang Day. Morning, ma'am."

"Jeez, Evitaa..."

One word, ah, two words that immediately came to my mind as soon as I saw Evita in this day, this morning at 10, in her appearance...

'remarkable'

I had trouble turning away from looking blatantly at her appearance.

The shoulder-length and curling hair has been tanned...

Colored? browned?

Yes I've heard a Kapuspen states there is no prohibition to dye hair for government employees, aka no hairdo rules.so yeah, forget it.

It looks slimmer with a tight dark brown T-shirt, which features a chest that is not so big but contains it. Wrapped in metallic black trousers no less tight wrapped both legs legs legs lean level...the look of Evita is really being seen opposite to the PEMDA uniform that has been more routinely worn, if there is a rare moment to find it is at home.

Evita is so beautiful. So sexy. Exotic and glowing. A moment was soon able to shake the faith in my chest.

He stepped into the house with his mother's 'speech' behind him and me behind them.

"You were making the mother shocked, Evita came to use a big motorbike so.

Since when have you been able to ride such a big motorcycle? And your friend's motorbike which friend is that? Your friend at work? Your friend at the club? In the maya world?

Be careful you bring a bike that big. You are a daughter, a virgin, if' you maxain yourself carrying a big motor like that, what would be the assumption of people who look at you?

Such motors are more often for miscellaneous, styles, displayed, modified.if you do not have experience mgebawanya because all this time you only use a motor that is the type of matic only, if there's anything on the big road there when you're using that mo-ge, what? Can you guarantee you can handle it? Handle engine?"

The length and width of the comments of the mother Laras as if ignoring the views of the people in the living room. Seeing him saying such words while following the steps of the princess who chose silence just listened.

Bu Laras is more than a shock. Senewit. Sport the heart momentarily.

But not really, Evita in my eyes is not as worried as that...

When I saw how he swooped sharply on the moge to the gate fence to the front of the garage, from there I can make sure he is a rider quite good at handling the speed of a motorcycle, from there, especially large motors painted orange body Ka***aki N*ja ZX-****" S* nan sporty capacity 636 cc it.

Female rider.

The bike does look quite large and heavy weight compared to the slim body shape as high as Evita, but in my eyes he really looks confident and steady in riding the bike.

And the next one is, I'm impressed. As well as being fascinated by Evita in this day that before, I had never felt this way about her.

Seeing the girl was relaxed and calm just up the stairs to the top floor, with still followed by the mother and the eyes of the people in the living room including my mama-papaku, I was well aware of having carved a knotty smile for the girl. A smile that only I myself can understand what it means.

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