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Chapter 6 - Dirga and Camila

Dirga POVs

If anyone tells me a pedhophile, I'll take it despite the reality

nya not so. The hijab girl that drove me almost crazy just now

pass SMA. Not because there's no adult woman I'm interested in, but

that girl has plunged my heart too deeply.

" Give me back the heart you stole, "my expressionless face is capable of making the girl in front of me surprised.

" What do you mean. I really don't understand. Who has stolen. It is precisely om himself who just play pull and kidnap people's children." I gasped at the sound of this girl.

I was a little forced to pull his hand out of the club. I didn't mind the blonde girl that came with him. The girl who looked at me with a happy twinkle. The blonde girl was fascinated with me. Ah forget. Daffi was also surprised to look at me when I said to him. " Tonight you perfom yourself. I have business."

Right now I'm in one of the coffee shop subscriptions of course with Camila. Seeing this girl sitting in front of me makes me so happy. A smile I showed him.

Remembering when I forced him to get into my car he had thrashed and tried to refuse. But he lost to me nimble proof I managed to bring him here.

" Why did you dare to make me interested in you when we first met." I stared right into her bead making Camila gasp and take her eyes off my face.

" It's really not sane ni om om. Take me home. Nath must be looking for me "he said again.

All I know is that this girl's phone died because she forgot to charge. He was grumbling when he found his phone was sailing black. Wrong himself why he didn't borrow my phone if he wanted to call his blonde friend earlier. I saw Camila already standing up from her seat.

" Where are you going.?" much

" Go home" he replied, which had left me.

I had to follow her out of the coffee shop and pull her hand back to my car.

" Apaan sih om from earlier play pull everything. You forcible forc."

I don't mind the babble of this beautiful girl so without being able to refuse Mila has entered my car again.

During the trip, we had nothing to talk about. I also wonder why I could lose words just to talk to him. Kulirik him who had just looked at the streets unwillingly

looking at this handsome me.

" Where is your house. It's not possible if you go home." My words this time successfully made him look at me.

Camila replied by mentioning her home address.

" Where do you plan to go to college? " i'm trying to get a little stale with her. But this girl looked at me and squinted her eyes.

" What the hell is it."

" It's just that." Busyet turns out this girl is so fierce. But I always liked it when Camila was sniffing at me.

Silent... No more talking between us. I glanced at him. Well-favoured. That's the only word I can say. Although

she was young but this girl looked so graceful. And just looking at him or even being close to him like this is able to make me comfortable.

" This is your house." My car stopped in front of a quiet house. "Sleepy." I continued.

" Mother is going to jogja." Camila took off the seat belt and opened the door to get out of my car.

I went down and walked behind him. Camila opened the gate. Just as I wanted to follow her to enter, Camila turned around.

" Why did you come in. It's night time I better go home."

" You live alone. “

" No. "

" And then.... You said your mother was going to Jogja. "

" There's Nath here too. "

" You guys live in the house. I mean you and that blonde girl. "

" Yes." Yeah." Camila nodded.

I'm a little kepo actually wanted to ask about him and the blonde. But I haven't been able to open the sound of a motor matic stopped. I opened my eyes to see who was coming. After it was followed by

a Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle also stopped. I know who owns the big bike. It is not wrong that Daffi. And the girl who was riding the matic motorcycle opened her helmet.

" Jeez Mila....! Where the hell is it. I can't call it." The blonde looked at me. " I thought I'd kidnap Mila. Next time do not just bring the child of people to be runyam right. I'm confused it turns out to be here."

" Lo himself did it here. "let me go back to Daffi.

" Ngawal a pretty girl who lost her temper. I fear why on the road so I follow. "

" You guys are still here. On going home there. It's late" the blonde tried to kick me out and Daffi.

" Not offered what first." Daffi protest..

" there's no. There's home." Nath pushed his motor matic into the garage.

I looked at Mila who was unlocking the house.

" Mila's.... Be careful at home. If you need anything, just say it. I'll go home first. Come here again tomorrow. Bye. "I waved at Mila before finally passing towards the car.

" I'll go home blonde... Bye see you tomorrow. Mila's.... I went home. "I heard Daffi saying goodbye to them.

" Don't call me a blonde. Sana went. "as soon as I saw that Bule girl pushing Daffi. I smiled at them from the rearview mirror before I finally drove my car out of Mila's house.

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" Just got home..."

I looked up when I heard Mom's voice. The one who was originally going up the stairs I lowered and walked up to this woman I love so much.

" Mama hasn't slept." I kissed both cheeks.

" was asleep. Mama thirsty grab a drink. This is going to go back to the room and see you. What time is it. Danu has also come home."

ask mama.

Danu is the only grandchild that both my parents have. I'm just two brothers, brother Earth who is none other than Danu's father is the oldest child. My age and the Earth's feet are about fifteen years away. Brother Earth is forty-three years old while I am twenty-eight

the year. Kak Bumi's status is a widower with one child. They divorced about five years ago. Brother Bumi who is too busy with work makes his family aside. And his mother Danu who felt lonely because often left Kak Bumi finally chose to separate and live her own life.

After the divorce of his parents Danu chose to live with his grandparents who were none other than my mother and father. In the end Danu moved to Surabaya when he was Junior High. Previously Danu lived with Kak Bumi on the island of the gods, Bali. Kak Bumi is the owner of a hotel and resort located in Bali. And since marriage he and his wife lived in Bali to manage the hospitality business that was growing quite rapidly.

In addition to hospitality kak Bumi is also the owner of one of the night clubs in Surabaya. The Night Club I currently manage with Danu. Mom and Dad loved Danu. From the beginning they had forbidden Danu from joining

plunge into the business world owned by Kak Bumi. Papa and Mama want Danu to focus on his school. Actually I was still able to take care of the night club without the help of Danu even though I myself was also busy with my own company affairs.

But Danu himself asked to participate in managing the night club. The reason for that was because she wanted to study independently without being dependent on her daddy. Danu wants to learn business and wants to find busy in his spare time. I know that Danu is lonely and she needs some entertainment.

Back to mama, the woman who was sixty-five this year but still had a pretty face, was waiting for me to answer questions about Danu.

" oom... Dirga did not go to the club. So you don't know if Danu's still there or gone home. Try Dirga calling ."

" Tumben ain't coming to the club." Mama squinted her eyes in search of honesty for my words. Because every day I come to the club. In addition to watching the condition of the club, I also often perform

as a disc jockey a side profession that I have been doing for about three years.

" There was a little business" I replied. But my mother seemed less satisfied with my answer.

" What business? How long until you think Dirga. Your age is no longer young.  Almost thirty years, it's time to get married."

" Mama, why do you talk about that again. Surely one day Dirga will get married." answered me then because it has been the last three years mama always memercokiku about the affairs of marriage.

" Kangan until you are traumatized by your brother's messy household. Mama expects a lot of you Dirga. “

" Yes, it's not ma... Who is traumatized. " My mom is just there. How could she think I was traumatized to not getting married. It's not because I'm traumatized, but most women are

being with me they don't love me. Moreover, what they were after besides my treasures and good looks.all they saw was my physical appearance and also the thickness of my pockets. I want to have a friend who accepts me

what is. It is not because of physical beauty or physical beauty.

Camila, just one name managed to make me smile with relief.

" Why are you smiling so." I was struck by what my mom said I was jolting from a daydream about Camila.

" Mama doain only hope my target this time is right on target." I see mama glaring at me.

"Mama should sleep again it's too late. It's not good for your health to stay up until midnight like this."

I led my mother to her doorstep.

"Good night mom's. I love you." I peeked her cheek once more before I left her to head to my room on the second floor.