All Chapters of The Pervert Desire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"I still have to work this morning," Maureen complained.It wasn't that she wanted to dash Angga's hopes who seemed serious about building a relationship with her, but skipping work outside of sickness wasn't Maureen's habit. College was no different. Although hedonism was her lifestyle, Maureen did not want to spend her attendance allowance easily."Do you still want to work there?" Angga snorted. The man took a work suit in the form of a dark cloth shirt and pants, contrasting with his skin color which was too light for a local man.That was also why Maureen had not expected Angga to have skills as a fighter. In fact, she first underestimated Angga's appearance at first, which seemed more like a limber boy band. It turned out that underneath the thick jacket worn at that time, many charming things were hidden.Maureen shook her head, dismissing the possibility of her falling too deeply with the man before her. Returning to the conversation, "My contract is still unfinished, Angga."

“With whom?” Abra placed the bowls of hot porridge on the table. The sweet aroma of the peanut mixture combined with coconut milk tantalized the senses.“Here, Pa. Angga.” Maureen pulled out one of the chairs from under the table for Angga to sit on, but he fell to the floor because he was too nervous.Maureen had to cover her mouth with both hands, holding back the laughter that might be heard until Angga actually sat in the chair. Where was Angga's optimistic attitude in front of the house?“Angga? Who is him, Maureen?” asked Aya, who took off her apron after making sure the tray containing the arrangement of layer cake pieces was safe on the table.“Mama, I see. I just met you and I'm already being interrogated.” Maureen sounded pretentious, but she was relieved to find that her mother's anger was no longer audible. It was as if nothing big had happened before.“Have you eaten?” Aya moved one of Abra's bowls in front of Angga.“It's still afternoon, Aunty.” Almost refusing, Angga a

"Is it too soon?" Angga walked backwards to face Maureen who kept waving a smile for him along the pedestrian area after they finished dinner at one of the fringe stalls near Maureen's house.Maureen wouldn't have known about the fried rice cart vendor that stopped by the roadside if Angga hadn't told her. The queue was great, as was the taste they got when they ate together amidst the noise of passing vehicles.Angga did not promise luxury, but rather the togetherness they could live together."You said that you wanted to give me a normal dating style." Maureen chewed on the crackers she took from the plastic bag Angga had bought for them separately from their fried rice. "They even asked for an engagement as soon as possible to cover up the issue."She just didn't expect the avoided relationship concept to come sooner through a man she had just met. For Maureen, Angga is an unpredictable variable in statistical data, a possibility that appears without knowing whether it brings benef

"Still not done yet?" Maureen continued to complain about Angga's activities, who still felt comfortable moving from one equipment to another in the gym they visited. She herself just stuck to the treadmill, ran a little on the track, and then followed Angga's choices with a limp.Taking too long off from physical exercise had an effect on her breath and belly. Maureen felt insecure next to Angga who seemed to be deliberately wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, especially when pulling down the handle of one of the tools, the man's shoulders formed impressive bulges."Just a light workout."Light? Maureen snorted in annoyance. She could see how the amount of weight Angga used exceeded Maureen's body weight."Tired, you know." Maureen sat on the back support for sit-ups while resting her hands on her chin, watching every bead of sweat forming on the man's temples.Angga looked so wet and focused, just as he reached the end of the struggle and spilled the entire warmth on Maureen's deepest poi

"I'll be right there!" said Serena as Maureen waited for the bag she had requested from the shop assistant to be prepared.Maureen nodded quickly and then opened the screen of the phone in her hand to update her social media accounts. She occasionally took photos and even did live broadcasts to promote the brands of the stores she visited.As the camera panned to someone in the background, Maureen immediately ended the live broadcast and observed the figure she recognized as the wife of Darren Pratama. At first Maureen smiled sarcastically at the elegant style that she thought was too haughty for a woman smaller than her."Hi, Aunty!" Maureen greeted first when Iqlima turned her head. Disguising her cynicism, Maureen smiled kindly as she realized she was in a public place.Iqlima smiled briefly without answering. Her haughty behavior was apparent as she passed Maureen and grabbed a silver chrome-plated gray handbag from the display case while calling out to another shop assistant."I