Akad Undereviled

Chapter.2 Trapped

Arsya happily pulled out her phone. He showed his cell phone screen to his friends.

Not only Riko, David also Angga looks shocked to see the picture listed there. Where there is a portrait of Alisha who is not wearing a hijab and Arsya who is bare-chested is taking pictures very intimately.

Riko and her friends are still in shock mode when Arsya suddenly pulls the phone from Riko's hand and leaves the man stunned.

"Don't be long, you've seen the evidence, right. That girl was already in my conquest. She is just like any other girl who can not resist my charm," said Arsya proudly.

Riko still couldn't believe it. "Lo sure it's a real photo, don't you edit?"

"Lo thinks I'm lacking in photo-editing, huh! If you don't believe me, you ask the hotel attendant where I go, ask if that girl actually came to my room what not!"

Riko is still not sure, but seeing the photo that Arsya showed makes him also think about the truth of the photo. Given the reputation of an Arsyanendra as a conqueror of the women.

"Udah, here's your car key. I won the bet!" arsya.

Unable to dodge anymore, Riko also took out the car keys from her suit pocket. With a heavy heart he extended it to Arsya.

"Well, that's dong. Next time, don't bother me if you don't want to crash!" cibir Arsya's.

The man with the title cassanova smiled broadly to take the keys of his friend's favorite car. Then just leave his friends. A satisfied smile fell on her lips for making Riko regret having challenged her.

"No one can fool around with me! Who would dare to challenge me!" inner Arsya.

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The sun was almost drowned when Alisha reached the house of Pakde Imran—kakak from Alisha's father. Since Alisha Junior High, that man has been taking care of her. Because her parents are no more.

"Assalamualaikum," said Alisha when entering the whitewashed house.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Laras—istri Imran.

Alisha who found Laras sitting in front of her sewing table immediately came to the woman. He kissed the woman's hand with reverence.

"Where are you, don't go home and don't tell me. Mobile phones are all turned off. You can't sleep all night because you wait. What do you want, huh! make the house people worry, is that it?" It was very clear the wrathful look on Budhenya's face.

"Sorry Budhe, Alisha has a job. Alisha's cell phone is dead, too" lies Alisha. He did not dare to tell the truth to his Pakdenya wife.

"Sorry, can't you borrow your phone for ngabarin, or deliberately want to make your Pakdemu worried!"

"I'm sorry" Alisha said once again. " Alisha go to the room first," she did not want to listen to her budding nagging for longer.

"Heh, Budhe hasn't finished talking, huh!"

Alisha did not care, she continued to step into her room and immediately slammed herself on the bedless foam mattress as soon as she entered. He shed his tears again after trying to hold back from falling. He did not want Budhe to know about what he had just experienced. He was afraid, of course Budhenya would be angry and accuse him of being a non-no.

Alisha believes that the order from Ratih's mother to force him to take the suit to the hotel at that time was not a coincidence. Because Ratih's mother was so insistent that Alisha herself delivered the suit owned by the man. Though it was time for Alisha to go home, but Ratih's mother begged Alisha to help her by dropping the suit off at a hotel where the model was staying.

"Please, Al .. help Mbak, yes. You see, this is a great opportunity, right, the work of Mbak can be used by famous models. Who knows, this is our path to success. After Arsyanendra wears a jacket designed by Mbak, there will certainly be many other artists or models who will glance at the work of Mbak. And when that happens, you will also feel the results. We will get more work, automatically our efforts go forward. Later Mbak can increase your salary if our efforts develop," Mbak Ratih said at that time.

"But it's already night, Ma'am. How about tomorrow morning." Alisha tried to bargain.

"Can't, Al ... Arsya wants this suit between tonight. Tomorrow she has to go out of town for her next show. Please ... Al, this time only," please Mrs Ratih.

"Why not only did Mbak Ratih's driver deliver?"

"ag ... Mbak it wants you to deliver, who knows later the suit was immediately tried by Arsya, well, if there is a less fitting, you will understand more than Mbak driver. Promise me there will be a bonus for you, consider it an over time wage."

Hearing Ratih's words, and bonus considerations, Alisha finally wanted to go to the hotel where Arsya stayed. He delivered Mbak Ratih's design suit on the model.

But who would have thought it was a bad night for him. Arsya, who opened the door, told Alisha to come in and put her suit on the sofa in the middle of the hotel room.

Unsuspecting, Alisha complies. He was shocked when the man closed the door and began to lock it.

Alisha turned her body quickly when she heard the sound of the door closing. "I've placed your order here at your request, Mrs Ratih said that this suit is a gift to you so you don't have to pay for it" Alisha said.

Arsya is not flinching. He just continued to look at Alisha with a highlight that made Alisha uncomfortable.

"Then, excuse me." Alisha walked towards the door where the man was still standing there. When it passed Arsya, the man immediately pulled it. Gripped Alisha's arm firmly.

"Why hurry, I have a drink to thank you for delivering my order."

Alisha started to have bad feelings for this man. His gaze was fixed on Arsya's hand which was gently holding her arm.

"No, sir, thank you. My job is to deliver. Excuse me." Alisha held Arsya's hand which was right in her arm, trying to release the man's hand.

This time Arsya's hand is so strong that Alisha is unable to take it off. Alisha looked at Arsya who was also looking at her with an indecipherable smile.

"I beg you to let go of your hand, I must leave immediately," said Alisha, still trying to be polite.

"I'll let you go after you drink a glass of my thanks."

Alisha turned to the bar table, there were two goblets of goblets filled with concentrated liquid. Alisha can guess if the drink is not an ordinary drink.

"No, thank you, I don't drink alcohol" Alisha said without covering up if she knew what was in the glass.

"Oh ... Then I'll get you some mineral water. You sit there." Arsya points to the sofa where Alisha placed Arsya's order.

Doubtful, Alisha looked at the sofa. Should he obey what Arsya asks or should he just force his escape?