Come Marry

Chapter 21 Caught

The state of the dark day, makes Cessi want to be delivered to the apartment immediately. But Raka went to the bathroom. With reason gone.

“Patience, you are this! From now on, don't call Om! But, Brother. Same, eliminate my loe it! Unethical,” pinta Raka who just get a nod of the head from Cessi.

Then they got into the car. Then, leave the parking area to immediately go home to the apartment. Cessi was impatient again, wanting to immediately meet someone who was waiting for her. Cessi has made a promise.

“Wait, I.”

The car driven by Raka drove at a moderate speed, splitting the already dark highway.

Not long after, they had entered the apartment basecamp. Cessi was getting riled up, thinking of ways. How, so as not to be caught by Raka.

“Om direct home, ‘kan?” ask Cessi. Making Raka glare, not liking the question asked by Cessi.

“Well I said! No, call, Om! But ... Brother!” snapped Raka.

Cessi was just a whimper, then changed her– call against Raka.

“Yes, Brother Raka. Brother went home directly ‘kan?” ask Cessi by showing her white and neatly arranged teeth.

“Iya! Directly home! Can't be ‘, right? Staying over? or, you really want to throw me out? Just by asking that?” asked Raka in full search.

After the car is beautifully parked, Raka and Cessi immediately get out. Then, walk to the elevator. Cessi who saw, Raka instead followed her into the apartment. Makes her feel angry, how. Later, if the young man does not want to go home.

“Abang, don't go home?” ask Cessi. However, this time in a gentle tone, so that the young man would not be offended.

Raka only glanced at Cessi, after the door of the apartment room opened. He asks Cessi to come in and pass.

Cessi breathed a sigh of relief, apparently Raka just wanted to make sure. If he was in the apartment safely.

“Hufff ... I thought, he would stay earlier,” muttered Cessi. Then he pulled out his phone, which was vibrating, because he was silent.

“Hallo,” greet Cessi. After, press the green button. He had expected, if Bargon continued to contact him.

“Loe, where are you, anyway? I called, from earlier! Not lifted?”

Cessi, who was poked with a few questions, tried to find the most reasonable reason.

“Gue is still on the road, just now. Now, where are you?” Cessi asked Borgan back, and the young man explained. If, he had been in the parking area of the apartment requested by Cessi since this afternoon.

Cesi was somewhat surprised by what Bargon said, but unfortunately they did not meet earlier. Making Cessi be grateful, at least Bargon did not see her walking with Raka. Or, on the contrary.

“Wait, I'll be a minute! Later, I contact again,” explained Cessi and immediately turn off the phone connection. Before, hearing the answer from Bargon.

The girl headed to the room, she packed her clothes into a bag and immediately went to the bathroom. To clean his already smelly and sticky body, due to sweating all day.

After finishing the routine, Cessi immediately grabbed her bag and carried her phone in her hand. Then, head out.

Cessi, get in the elevator. He took a break, met the security officer he met this morning and handed him the keys to Raka's apartment. To that man.

“Excuse me, Sir. Can ‘kah, I ask for help?” ask Cessi politely.

The man named Mr. Burhan smiled and nodded his head.

“Bby, Non. If, what can I help you with? Then, I will help,”.

Cessi immediately handed the keys to Raka's apartment to the man, and ordered. If Raka is looking for him, then say. If only, he had returned to his parents' house.

Cessi also tried to find an excuse again, if she had sent a message to Raka. However, not yet reciprocated, so, Cessi asked for help from Mr. Burhan.

“Oh, then? Well then,” replied Mr. Burhan.

After that, Cessi decided to leave. He also repeatedly apologized and thanked me. Because, feel guilty. Lying to that man.

However, Cessi has no other choice. With hasty steps. Cessi leaves Mr. Broto immediately.

“Em, preferably. I'm calling, Raka boy. Fear, later not trust,” muttered Mr. Burhan.

He has been entrusted with trust, by Raka. To keep Cessi in the apartment area and monitor the movement of the girl.

Moreover, Raka had just met him and said the same thing. As well, leave his cell phone number.if, Mr. Burhan wants to report something to him.

Mr. Burhan immediately called the number given by Raka, earlier. He waited long enough for the voice of the young man.

“Hallo, Nak Raka. This, Mr. Burhan,” is clear.

While Raka who just pulled over her car, because the phone is ringing. Just frowned, confused. Because, just now he was talking to the man and asked him to take care of Cessi. Now, it's on the phone.

“Iya, Sir. What's up?” ask Raka.

“I want to ask, what is his nephew. It's permission, same Nak Raka. Want to go home?”

Raka's facial water changed instantly, after hearing what was presented by Mr. Burhan. Then, ask the man to find Cessi's whereabouts and hold her. Until, he's back.

“Find him, Sir! I'll be back soon!” Raka's orders.

Quickly, Raka revived the engine of her car and turned the direction. He's very angry, Cessi's attitude. Raka was sure, there was something the girl was hiding.

Without waiting for a long time, Raka's car has re-entered the apartment yard. My brother, accidentally. He saw Cessi walking towards a car.

Raka immediately honked her horn– and got out of the car. To run after Cessi, then firmly block the girl's hand.

“Where are you, you?” ask Raka by emphasizing every word her– says.

With a flushed face, and a hardened jaw. It was obvious, if the young man was angry.

“Knowledge, deh,” Inner Cessi with pias face. He could not imagine, what Raka would do to him later.

“Release, Oliv!” bargon shouted loudly and approached Cessi, as well as Raka.

“Do not, interfere!” snapped Raka who had been overpowered by emotions. He was convinced, if Bargon wanted to take Cessi's run.

Bargon did not accept what Raka said, then replied with a more rude remark.

“Oliv is my future wife! so, Om don't fuck around!”

Raka flinched at what Bargon said, then released the grip of his hand from Cessi. Then, he approached Bargon and grabbed him. The strong, collar shirt worn by the young man.

Without feeling any fear at all, Bargon glared at Raka. Like, challenging.

“Om, what do you want?”