
"Then two months from now the preparation will begin, for the cost so that we are responsible, because the engagement ceremony later, maybe our invited guests are much more," said Baskara Panjang.
The two people in front of him nodded, their faces looking excited. "Ah, we feel bad, when the betrothed is Kara and Bian, Kara our son." Wijaya made an unpleasant face made up.
Rianti smiled. "Don't think. Either way it's just a trivial matter, we just want the best for their engagement event, this isn't just as proof of our child's bond, but it also showed people about the future heir to Baskara, "his smile was graceful. "Kara's been an important part of our family."
"It's really great happiness this year," Rima smiled back, her delusion about her family's bond and Baskara made her excited and it could be captured both by Kara. The woman's voracious face looks stark.
Rianti gulped down his wine, his eyes staring flat at those people. If only this had nothing to do with Bian, he would rather never know the two people.
"Your food is still a lot left, you didn't spend it, Ra?" rianti's gaze moved to the figure of the girl who was looking at the dining table with a blank look.
Kara immediately turned her head, shaking little. "Before the show, Kara ate too much, Bun, so full." he said.
Suddenly Bian stood up, making all the attention of the people turn to him. "Sorry before, anyone wants Bian to talk to Kara, can we leave dinner first?"
"certain. Of course, please Bian, you must be tired of hearing our conversation." exclaimed Wijaya.
"Go, there's still something we want to talk about." this time the mother replied.
Bian nodded slowly, taking Kara by the hand, taking the girl out of the house. When Bian took her into the car, Kara finally realized from her daydream a moment ago asked.
"We... Where you going?" tanyanya slow.
"Something. We need to talk a lot." Bian gave him a quick glance, then ordered his driver to drive forward.
Kara's body froze in place. He knew the man was angry now. And he prepared himself for everything that would happen later.
"Sorry sir, where are you going? How are ladies and gentlemen?" ask the driver slowly.
"Take me where I want to go, another driver will pick them up later," he said with a commanding aura.
"Well, sir." replied the driver as Bian showed me the address of the place they were going.
Bian's breath was heard, the man looked tired and he didn't look at Kara at all. The girl just kept quiet, swallowing her saliva nervously seeing how chaotic-looking Bian was.
"Why are we here?" kara asked as soon as the car stopped in a parking lot of a large building that looked magnificent.
"I told you, we need to talk a lot" he said. "Sir, let the car be with me, here, return by taxi or public transportation." Bian handed some money to his driver. Again, the driver obediently complied and then moved away from the road.
Finally, Bian looked back at Kara, just a moment before the girl's hand was taken and brought Kara to follow him. One of the apartment units in this building is owned by Bian, the apartment was sometimes visited by the man while fighting with his parents or need a place to be alone.
Kara's been here a few times, if Bian is lazy to go out and want to enjoy dating them both.
As soon as he opened the door, Bian first entered, leaving Kara who seemed difficult to take off her high-heeled shoes. The girl walked slowly towards the sofa that the man had occupied.
"Do you have any defense against your escape plan, Ra?" bian's voice was calm, but his eyes stared intently at Kara's body standing in front of him with his head bowed.
Kara just shook her head slowly, looking up at the sharp eyes before looking down again.
The sound of a glass slamming from where Bian was, made Kara look up again with a shocked face. Bian was already standing with his chest moving up and down, the man's face flushed red. Fractions of vases near Bian scattered under his feet.
"You don't know how scared I was when I saw the stairs! You don't know how much I want to die when you choose to leave me, Ra! I told you no, you're my world, Ra, if you choose to go, I don't have my world anymore, Ra!" Bian began to shout loudly before letting out his tears, his breathing irregular.
"Dian!" Kara screamed as Bian walked up to her, stepping on the glass shards beneath her.
"Don't try to leave again, I'll really die if that happens" Bian held Kara in his arms. "Don't stay with me anymore, Ra, I beg you," at the end of his sentence Bian whirled. His hands hugged the girl's body tightly.
Kara pecked, feeling her body tremble, her hands moved to embrace the male body. Bian sobbed, his head moving towards Kara's neck, his favorite spot and smelling the girl's soothing scent.
Bian's blood seemed to dirty the carpet below them, Kara hugged the man's body tighter, rubbing Bian's sturdy back which currently looked fragile.
For whatever sake, despite his desire to escape from Bian it often appears on his head, but seeing the fragility of the man will himself make Kara jerked about something. How could she have gone from Bian's side if the man was so dependent on her this much?
The humanitarian side of Kara.
"Don't stay with me, Ra," said Bian.
Kara put their faces away, looked at Bian's wet face and wiped the man's tears slowly. They stared long enough before Kara's hands clasped Bian's cheeks, bringing the man's lips against his.
Bian welcomes her, his hand on the girl's waist goes up Kara's neck, holding their kiss.
Bian's lips began to move sipping the tiny lips that Kara replied by doing the same. The kiss was slow, but the overflow of emotions was so noticeable.
Kara tilted her head as their kiss deepened. Bian's heart beat was too hard, sucking alternately on his girl's lips.
In their kiss, Kara is trying to find something. He was looking for an answer whether his choice to stay with Bian was right?
And as Bian's arms tightened, the girl got the answer. He grabbed Bian, put his hand on the man's neck.
"I love you Kara, more than the limit of my sanity." he whispered as he distanced himself to take a breath before returning******Kara's lips, this time with a spark of passion.
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