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Birthday of Jonathan

People are seen as having gathered at the round table, which Jonathan has ordered. Even the table was filled with dishes, from the opener to the cover.

Only one is lacking. Alva, the man still hasn't seen his presence.

However, not long after, the trunk of his nose was seen emerging from behind the door. His handsome face did not change at all, although it looked a little haggard.

"Sorry, Alva is late. The road was jammed" he said, handing a small box over to Jonathan.

And it can be believed, that it was a gift for the father.

"It's okay, sit down." Reply Jonathan with a smile, his hand allowing the child to sit next to him.

And of course, next to Yolanda.

Without saying anything more, Alva sat down, he glanced at Chilla at a glance, the sweet girl right in front of him. But the girl looked down her head.

Feeling that everything has been present, the acarapun began, from a joint prayer event, cutting cakes, dinner and ended with talks that were more dominated by women.

"Alva looks well matched with Yola," chirped Sarah on the sidelines she chewed the available tart.

A compliment that made the smile of Yola's lips expand instantly, and all of them nodded in agreement with Sarah's argument.

"My son-in-law's candidate is the best" Mona said, she glanced at the prospective daughter-in-law sitting next to her son.

Until making the two people who had been silent to each other, the more uncomfortable.

"How about Chilla, does my daughter have a boyfriend?" Mona tempts the sweet girl she already considers her own daughter.

Hearing that, Chilla looked up while smiling faintly.

"Already dong Mama Mona, your daughter already has a boyfriend, even he is very handsome and also rich," reply Sarah replaced the child to answer.

"Is she really?" Jonathan is flirting.

As for Pram, don't ask, he's just mute in his place.

Chilla squeezed Sarah's hand, she shook her head funny not want her mother to talk weird.

"Of course it's true. His name if not wrong Bryan," said Sarah with a big smile, glancing at the princess whose face looks restless. Hold something down there.

"Bryan's? That's the son of my friend, schoolmate Yoona, too" said Mama Yola, glancing at her youngest child, Yoona.

The girl who was now squeezing her hands under the table, and stared hatefully at Chilla.

"So you're a school, baby?" Ask Sarah.

Instead of answering, Chilla bit her lower lip. Feeling uncomfortable with the atmosphere around him, especially his stomach.

And the man who had looked back at her, thought that Chilla's reaction was a form, that the girl had hidden something from her.

"Mama Chilla said goodbye to the toilet first well," said Chilla half whispered. His stomach was really hot.

"Why you?"

"A stomachache," she replied honestly.

Sarah finally nodded.

"What's wrong?" Mona asked, seeing Chilla rise from her seat.

"Looks like she's embarrassed" Sarah chuckled back.

For a long time they chatted and threw jokes at each other, Chilla still did not return, it seems like spicy food that slid into his stomach last afternoon, which is why he had to go back and forth to the bathroom.

"Ma, where is Chilla, why hasn't she come back yet?" Ask Pram to his wife. For almost half an hour, the girl left the dining table.

"Yes, Pa, where's the kid?" Sarah got up, intending to catch up, but Yola interrupted first.

"Tante, let me have a samperin Chilla," he said.

"No need, let me just," suddenly Alva also opened her voice.

Make everyone there look in his direction.

"But Al," Yola objected.

"I said, let me just,"

Slightly worried about her girl, Alva immediately got up without waiting for anyone's approval. Find the location of the toilet, which is closest to their room.

Not too long later, a girl figure came out with a relieved face, as if it had taken out the entire burden that was in its body.

As soon as he wanted to step up, his hand was instantly blocked by a huge hand, dragging him out.

"What's wrong?" Chilla asked with a confused look.

Without answering, Alva continued to hold Chilla's hand to get out of there, stepping to where her car was.

Alva opened the door, without protest Chilla went straight in.

The beginning of the opening for both. Until the sound of breathing sounds loud in their sense of hearing.

"Who is that guy?" Alva asked without turning her head, her gaze straight ahead and holding in fury.

"Is he really your girlfriend?"

"You?"

"Sister, it's not like that!" Tukas Chilla's.

"Then who is he?" Alva asked slightly jerking, for the first time she was furious at the girl sitting next to her.

Hearing that, Chilla first gulped her saliva heavily. And it's getting deeper.

"She," Chilla bit her lower lip, a habit if nervousness had struck.

Alva is still faithfully waiting, as much as possible he resisted the turmoil that had been wanting to stick out. At the dinner table, his heart was already quite hot, but thankfully he did not get out of control.

"She was my friend, she came while I was with my sister at the time, so Mama came to see her, and Mama thought, that she was—"

"Why are you quiet? Why don't you talk to me?" As long as Alva is upset, I swear to whatever he really wants to curse.

"Since Chilla feels it's not important, after all, if Mama and Papa think she's Chilla's boyfriend, will our relationship be secure?"

"Then, what about me? You said you'd believe me, you said there'd be nothing you'd hide from me? And now—"

Alva's words hung, the man looked at Chilla who was still loyal lowered his head to play his fingers.

Even these few days he could not sleep well because he kept thinking about his girl, about her feelings. To date, however, there has been no answer that he has received.

"You have succeeded in upsetting me, because it seems, in the least, you don't believe me,"

Hearing Alva Chilla's words turned her head, her eyes were already teary. Once blinked, then he was sure, the clear circle would be shed from the corner of his eye.

"Chilla didn't mean it that way" Chilla said with trembling lips.

"Then? Did you tell your friend that?"

Chilla shook her head, Nana did not know about this. He told no one, who knew only himself.

"Good, if you answer yes, I assure you, I'll be angrier than this. Come,"

Alva asks Chilla to sit on her lap. Any anger, it turns out he can't see Chilla crying in front of his eyes. The girl looked doubtful, as a glint of anger was evident in Alva's eyes.

"You want to make me angry?"

Slowly, Chilla shook her head, then she got up and sat herself on Alva's lap.

He bowed his head again, but quickly Alva pulled the chin, until the neutrals met.

"Don't be like this anymore." Alva softened, gazing in the dense netra, until he finally tightened his body, pulled the nape of Chilla to erode the remaining distance, and anchored their lips together.

Kissing full of gentleness as if looking for answers, for all the questions that are lodged. And hope, after that there will be relief.

By itself, Chilla opened her mouth, making it easier for Alva to slash her tongue. Until the tongue is now twisting each other, looking in there. However, Chilla felt something different, because the breath that hit her facial skin felt hotter than usual.

"Is sister okay?" Chilla asked her exactly with Juna's question. The girl hung her hand around Alva's neck.

Alva nodded, not wanting to make the girl in front of him feel anxious. Grab Chilla's one hand, and kiss her a glance.

"I'm fine, while you're here" said Alva.

He again grabbed those ripe lips, sipping them firmly as if there was medicine inside.

The heat in his body was unheeded, there was only a hunting soul, and a passionate desire.

Alva's hand moved gently rubbing Chilla's back, creeping more and more into the places she liked.

Up right down there, Chilla was like she was stung, cutting off their pagutan.

"Don't do it here" Chilla said by biting her lower lip, until it looked red.

"Why?"

"If anyone knows how?"

"They won't know if you don't complain,"

Hearing that Chilla was throbbing, making Alva give a smile. The color in his life seemed to return, when he was with this girl in front of him.

Alva began to play her finger down there with a stabbing motion, unable to answer anything Chilla could only moan. Then back to resigned with his lover's game.

Inside the car, the two again made an impromptu earthquake, although the tremors were small. But success makes both hover.

Alva's beloved heirloom has completely destroyed Chilla's consciousness, with the wild girl continuing to move on Alva's body.

To make the man who was down there, moaning stifled with a sensual face, seeing that Chilla was even more excited, because Alva looked so craving touch.

Tonight, he wants to re-satisfy the lover, even without taking off his clothes, but the fused objects down there are enough to get pleasure.

"You're getting naughty." Alva's sizzle while frying the pantatt Chilla.

Instead of hounding Chilla, it jolts strongly, as Alva often does to her. Making the man chuckle on the sidelines of his moans towards the peak of nirvana.

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