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The Immaculate Love 57

Quinsha's screams almost blazed through the air before his head hit a tall, strapping body. Before his ears listened to the racing heart rhythm, and before the scent of Mint came out, filled his sense of smell.

After these three things, Quinsha's voice was stuck just like that in the chest cavity, along with all the body that felt stiff, as if being in a room with minimal air temperature.

“If the road is not while daydreaming!” there was a reprimand that felt very close to him. Makes Quinsha reflect up her head. And my God, it turns out he's in Rafardhan's arms. Quinsha's head was precisely leaning on the chest of the man who was estimated to have been almost 180 years tall.

“What the fuck is this?” quinsha protests and immediately breaks away.

“Shooting movie,” sahut Rafardhan with flat face.

Some people ran to both. “Raf, you don't papa?” that's Adam's voice.

“Aman,” sahut Rafardhan brief while adjusting breath.

“Mbak, be careful yes, almost got hit earlier,” Adam told Quinsha which left the girl stunned to hear.

“for sure he did not realize, if almost kiss the same truck just now,” said Rafadhan, seeing Quinsha's expression of astonishment.

When crossing the road just now, Quinsha who was walking a little backwards from Rafardhan continued to follow the man's steps without looking left right, because his mind was walking around here and there.

Escape his attention a large truck that crossed the road. Though Rafardhan had given him a warning, but all by Quinsha was not heeded.

Rafardhan also pulled hard the girl's body to avoid the pace of large vehicles. As a result, Quinsha's body immediately hit Rafardhan quite hard, and the large truck passed near them within a distance of not even one meter.

There were a lot of screams in that place—from some people who saw the incident—but Quinsha only listened to the sound of Rafardhan's racing heartbeat.

Only now, Quinsha breathed a sigh of relief, along with gratitude imprinted in her chest, for having been saved from possible woe.

“Thank you. Sorry, had a misunderstanding,” Quinsha told Rafardhan who was only responded by the man with a short nod.

“This ‘kan ya rumored there is a relationship with you, Raf?” ask Herman—the agency that houses Rafardhan.

“Iya,” Adam said, because Rafardhan was silent.

“Which is actually related what, nih?” search Herman.

“As I've explained ama, lu, Man. If the truth, they still have a family relationship,” explained Adam. And Rafardhan confirmed with a nod.

While Quinsha grumbled in his heart. ‘ kinship from where? Am I Rafardhan's mother? Do I look that old?’

But Quinsha chose to remain silent without refutation, feeling deeply indebted to Rafardhan.

“Tomorrow, at the Fan meet event. I will clarify this news,” Rafardhan said to the person from the Agency.

“Whatever how good, Raf. We trust you and Adam.” After saying so, Herman then took a break to his car.

“No need, Mas. I anter him first,” Rafardhan explained as he gestured to Quinsha.

“Lu sure mo drive yourself?”

“Yakin.”

“Ok is .. I think you've come back from earlier.”

“Gue new from mosque.”

“Res of Prayer, lu? Really?” asked Adam with a slightly jumped tone.

“He who prays, not me.” And, Rafardhan immediately rushed towards the car after gesturing for Quinsha to follow.

A moment of travel was filled with silence, after Quinsha gave her home address. The distance they have to travel about 30 minutes to arrive, it would be very boring if only the same stay closed language.

But Quinsha was also reluctant to start talking first, because it just seemed, he already knew Rafardhan, but actually did not. The man's attitude was enigmatic, Quinsha's decision was in his heart.

Rafardhan also seemed to be lazy to speak. Not only did his mouth not speak, his body language also showed the same reaction. Making an atmosphere of silence envelop them with its pitch.

Until not ten minutes later the Mercy type luxury car stopped. Quinsha turned her head for a moment at Rafardhan who was opening his seatbelt. Then covered his face with a mask, and before getting out of the car, he first asked Quinsha, “what's the number?”

“What number?” quinsha asked, not understanding.

“Your shoes.”

“You want to buy shoes?”

“I ‘kan already said earlier.”

“Do not. I don't want to owe too much,” Quinsha said.

“If you consider this a debt, yes you pay later after payday.” The man got out of the car immediately. Staring at Quinsha again and saying,” would you like to tell me her number? Or do I bring you shoes from the smallest size to the largest size?”

AH. What offers are threats? I don't know. Clearly because of that remark, Quinsha immediately mentioned the size number of her shoes.

“38.”

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Author: 38 is actually my shoe size number anyway..