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The Immaculate Love 54

“Or if you want to be my girlfriend, for you I can,” said Rafrdhan calmly bin relaxed. And his gaze was, Masha Allah, Quinsha must often recite prayers in silence. Yes muqollibal

qulub, qolbi stabbit ‘ala dinika.

Rafardhan's appearance is amazingly handsome. It is true that he said, he was handsome from birth. Coupled with his profession as a famous artist who is not far from the care of appearance, be an asset of good looks it more sparkling.

But what, a Quinsha Daneen will be enamored of someone, just because he has stunning good looks?

Every woman loves to look handsome. But to make it a choice as a priest, good looks are not a priority to be put forward.

That is, one of the differences between men and women. As beautiful as a woman, not necessarily she wants to be handsome. But sejellek-jelleknya men, beautiful-faced women are sought.

Back at Rafardhan who offers Quinsha Daneen as a girlfriend.

“You healthy?” Quinsha looked at the man younger than her while asking flatly.

“Health. Healthy birth and inner. Do we need to go to the hospital now, for my health check?” rafardhan's bargain with a smile.

Quinsha turned her eyes. “Not that I mean,” he said.

“I understand,” says Rafardhan.

“Then, why offer me as a girlfriend? Just a guyonan?”

“No.” Rafardhan. “Because there are some or even many people who choose to recover, by involving others ..”

“I'm not that kind of person,” says Quinsha fast.

“I'm not finished.”

“Sorry,” pinta Quinsha is short for having cut sentences.

“And I don't like it that way. In my opinion, heal without involving others. Healing by presenting others, it is a lie,” Rafardhan explained with a deep gaze.

Quinsha admitted that the words of the man younger than her were indeed true. But from the expression shown when uttering, the beautiful girl whose hijab was wet by the rain water so had an assessment from the other side of view.

“You ever got hurt?”

“There are humans who never get hurt?” rhetorical Rafardhan forms a question sentence.

Among celebrities, Rafardhan is known as a young actor who does not talk much. The language will flow freely, only among close people, such as Adam for example.

If now he talks enough to a person who in quotation marks is not too close like Quinsha, that means there are two possibilities. It could be that he has found the right interlocutor, or the one he was talking to has made him captivated.

Then what possibility does Rafardhan feel now? The answer is only the man himself knows.

“Don't love too deeply, Quin. So that when you have to turn around, you still remember the way home,” advice Rafardhan, as if he is a person who has been so understanding about love problems.

“Thank you,” said Quinsha who felt no need to deny, if Rafardhan's words were true, at this time.

“I want to go to that gallery, there is a little interest there. You wait for me here, don't go anywhere! I'm just a moment.” Rafardhan immediately opened the car door beside him.

“Why should I wait for you?”

“Because I brought you here, then you are my responsibility,” insisted the man before his body came out of the car. Before closing the car door again, he again said, "Later after you arrive at your home again, you are the responsibility of your husband.” And Rafardhan soon passed, his steps rushing into the mustika image gallery.

While Quinsha was still gawking after hearing Rafardhan's words. “Hospital of husband?” quinsha muttered repeating what the handsome man said.

‘Did she think I was married? If so, why did he offer me to be his girlfriend? Ah, the point is ‘kan he invites courtship on the wife of people’ Quinsha clucked himself at the end of this thought.

‘The world of Rafardhan is not a world I can understand. There things like that, maybe it's commonplace, but not for me. A big mistake, if you think of me as the same as himself’ monologue Quinsha in his heart.

“Crazy, lu Raf, I'm ampek of the waiting banquet, lu,” sosor Adam as soon as the handsome body appeared from behind the door.

“Where's the fungus? Mo I harvest, and I sell to add-plus income,” said Rafardhan with a flat face.

“Edhan lu.” Adam immediately shakes Rafardhan's shoulder. “Udah for me to wait a long time, do not feel guilty too,” grumbled Adam while accompanying Rafardhan footsteps.

“Sorry, Mass. I still have business.”

“What business is it? ... Still meeting what, you in the car?” Adam raised his eyebrows when he asked.

“Mo know, Lu,” cebik Rafardhan.

“Be careful ,Raf. You can fall into your own game.”

“Doain yes, Mas.” Rafardhan raised both hands up and chuckled and hurried up to the top floor.