BUCIN STARLA'S HUSBAND

A PSYCHOPATH?

“Papi, what was it in Sun Flower?”

“What do you think Papi is there besides buying flowers? Watch movies?” kelakar Adryan's.

Devan catches a beautiful woman who is about to go down the stairs. “Hm, maybe meet a beautiful girl in the store,” Devan replied.

“Whose pretty girl?”

“Mampus,” said Devan, holding back laughter because Adryan's face suddenly pale.

“Fucking devan,” feed Adryan, very slow.

Helsa came down with a rose given by her husband. The flowers will be placed in a vase filled with water. His eyes squinted, watching the two men.

“Whose pretty girl, Dev?” ask Helsa, full of probes.

“Whose girl is Mas?” this time, Adryan was asked.

“No, you don't know Devan's mouth. Yesterday Viola was with Jefry Digituin, honey. Ask Jefry,” said Adryan, defensively.

“Papi, don't bring Jefry deh,” said Devan started pumping. “Emang really, Mi. It was Papi from a florist whose servant was very beautiful.”

“Sleep in another room tonight,” Ketus Helsa. Devan was holding back a laugh on the other side of the sofa.

“Gosh, sayanggggggg. Trust very much the same child sort this one.” Adryan throws a pillow at Devan, but is quickly repelled.

Devandra. If he doesn't return home for days, then Adryan will feel lonely. But if he was at home, there would be a war between him and Helsa. Because Devan's wrong hobby is to make Helsa angry at Adryan.

***

Starla opened a letter on the bouquet. Sitting leaning against the bed, precisely on the floor, Starla began to recite a piece of the sentence.

🌹𝐾𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑢 𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑏𝑖ℎ 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑘 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑖 𝑀𝑎𝑚𝑖 𝑑𝑎𝑛 𝐶𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑎, 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑎 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑎 𝑀𝑒𝑖𝑠𝑦𝑎 🌹

“Cowok freak,” murmured Starla, smile.

Ting…

Unknown Number :

The flowers should not be thrown away. Do you know ‘how is it difficult to find money?

Where'd this perverted guy find his cell phone number? Starla, it looks like you should start being careful with that guy.

He looked back at the bouquet of roses. The roses that he said should be neat and beautiful are now in Starla's hands. Had thought of throwing it away, but the message made Starla lock up her intentions. It is better to put it in a vase that now contains yellow tulips that begin to wilt.

“Starla, please open the door!” devita exclaimed from the room.

“Iya, Ma'am,” says Starla. There was a knock from the front door.

Quickly the girl opened the door. A man dressed in black like a driver smiled at him.

“Goodnight Miss,” said the man.

“Good night, Sir. Can I help you?”

“What is this true of Mother Rani's residence?” ask the man to make sure.

“Rani?” Starla nodded, and then she realized. “Devita Maharani, Sir?”

“Iya, I mean Mother Devita Maharani.”

“For a while, Sir. I call Mom,” said Starla.

Starla called her mother, then the two approached the man.

"Where's your father?"

"You are Mother" said Devita.

"This is it, Mom. He called Mom's name. Rani."

"Rani?" Devita surprised.

"Mom?" Starla called her mother, wiry. Devita looks so anxious.

"Starla!" jeremy Devita.

"Mother, calm down. Starla's here." Devita hugged her daughter tightly. Crying was there.

Not wanting to be seen by the neighbors, the girl brought her mother in. Devita sat hugging Starla's waist.

"Starla, I only have Starla. Don't go, son. I'm afraid of myself" said Devita.

Starla stunned. Her tears are shed. Does this have anything to do with her real father?

"Starla's not going anywhere," she said. Starla bit her lower lip, so Devita wouldn't hear her cries.

Tonight he wants to sleep with his mother.

***

"Good morning."

No stranger to that voice. Starla replied with a heavy heart.

Her, Devandra.

"Good morning" he said, again.

"Huh?"

"Geez, that piece of you? I answered that."

"Like to call your name. Starla!" reply Devan.

Starla melengos, go back to reading the book. The quiet library is dominated by the voices of Business Management faculty members who realized here.

Feeling that something was awkward, Starla looked up. He meets Devandra.

"Where's my cell phone number?" ask Starla.

"All about you! All about you, I know!" answer Devan. He put on a smile as sweet as possible in front of the girl.

Is it possible that this guy is a crazy psychopath like in the romance novels that Starla has read? Who knows everything about the girl. Crazy, if true, is it possible that he is Devan's target?

Fear began to haunt. Starla broke off their eye contact. The library is very quiet. Better get out of here.

"Where are you going?" ask Devan.

"I-I'm on the afternoon shift today," Starla replied, nervous.

"Isn't it Friday? And you're off at the cafe, while at the flower shop shift lo afternoon starts at four."

It's true Starla's guess. This guy's a crazy psychopath who's after him. He even knows Starla's work schedule. Jesus, Ibuuuu!!!

"I don't know who you are. We've never met before. But, please, don't hurt me. My mother is single parent, she can't live without me" Starla said, shaking.

"I'm also not the son of a rich man that you can benefit from by asking for hundreds of millions of ransom."

Devan responds to what Starla means. Maybe a little pranking this innocent girl is a lot of fun.

"Gue wants you! I want your body. I want to get your organs. Feet, hands, heart, intestines I made satay. Your blood will drink" Devan said, his legs continuing to step, eroding the distance between him and Starla.

Starla walked around the round table, avoiding Devan who was getting closer.

"Usually virgin blood tastes good" whispered Devan and instantly caught Starla's wrist.

"Arghhh…. DEVANDRA!"

Brugh, some books fell to the floor. The girl's voice boomed through the room, followed by Devan's laughter.

"Where? It's not the same psychopath-psychopath in your brain, hmm?" ledek Devan's.

He let go of Starla's hand. "Lo know my name?"

Starla is still wrapped in fear. Sweat sweat dripped down his temple. Fucking devandra.

"I-I," the voice was still shaking.

"Starla..," call Devan.

YAAAAA!!! In that instant Starla cried and fell to the floor. He was really afraid of those jet-black eyes.

"Hey,"

"You're crazy, Devan! I almost died" cried Starla.

"Starla, uh,"

"Stop calling my name!"

"But, I like it," Devan argued.

"Why are you the same?" ask Starla. He began to calm down a little, rubbing his puffy eyes.

"Gue why?"

"Why are you always nagging me?" ask Starla.

"Because I want to!" Devan smiles.

"But I don't like it!"

"Must like!" devan concluded.

"You're doing 'yes?"

"Sama lo aja. Same time I menggeselin," said Devan loud.

"Wake up!" devan's orders, stick out his hand.

"No!" hardik Starla's.

"Are you really not going to wake up?"

"D-yes."

Devan let out a long sigh, he then crouched back before the girl. "Gue's not good at wooing girls. I'm not Dilan. But for you, I can."

Silent…

Then Devan cleared his throat. "Starla, come with me."

"Where?" Starla seemed to be hypnotized by those eyes.

"Tonight,"

"Gue wants to challenge the world with your presence."