Deserve Me For You

Don't Get Near

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"You will die with your own weapons" said Arga, who was happy to see Ilham in fear.

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Ilham's mother stopped her steps when she saw Arga and Ilham. Especially with the position of Arga who is ready to kill Ilham

"Stop!" shouts Mother Inspiration

"Don't come any closer!"

"Damn, don't yell at my mom!" Inspiration did not accept Arga speaking in such a tone to his mother

"Shut up!" Arga drew the knife closer to Ilham's neck

Mother Inspiration trembled watching that,

"My son,"

Arga raised the hand of Inspiration holding the knife and swung towards the neck of Inspiration

Ilham closed his eyes because he knew that the knife would slit his own throat

"I lost" bathin Ilham

"Yahoooo!!!" shouts Mother Inspiration

"Aarrrggghhhhh!!!!" Inspiration pain,

'Ting' the knife fell to the floor

Ibu Ilham immediately ran up to Arga and Ilham. Inspiration fell on the floor.

Arga stood up, he stretched his muscles and wiped the sweat off his face area. The Mother of Inspiration immediately held Ilham, Arga looked at her with a flat gaze.

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"Aaiiisshh! Why am I so hard to get up" Puspa tried to get up from his bed, even to sit down he could not.

"I'm worried" Puspa set his breath

"Sir.." - Lirih Puspa.

'Kriieett' the door's open.

Puspa turned his head and he felt happy to mix in panic seeing who was coming

"Sir.." - Lirih Puspa.

"Sorry, too long yes" said Arga who just entered the room Puspa in the hospital

"Master, what happened to you" Arga walked up to Puspa, Puspa's face began to heat up

"This eee? I'm fine" Arga immediately sat beside Puspa

Puspa rounded his eyes as Arga's body was completely plastered clearly before him

Arga smiled, Puspa was getting wrong

"You really don't know how to be ashamed, sir" Puspa pulled the blanket over his face

"Hm? What's wrong?" Arga put his shirt on Puspa's bed

"Stupid" aspat Puspa

"You're acting weird. Open the blanket"

"No!" reject Puspa. Puspa felt his body temperature begin to heat up.

"Geezoo!!" Puspa screamed in his heart

"I said take off the blanket"

"No!"

"You are stubborn" Arga tried to touch the blanket that covered Puspa's face

Puspa immediately brushed off Arga's hand

"Don't touch. You smell sweat" said Puspa

"No. Yaaa maybe a little" martial Arga

"But not too acidic, open the blanket. It won't break your nose"

"I said no" Puspa's heart was pounding

"It feels like my heart is going to explode, and I feel like it's going to burn" Puspa said

"Cih, what the hell are you doing? Get the blanket off, you fool"

"No want! Don't come near!" Puspa put his hand back in the blanket

Arga is increasingly confused by Puspa's behavior that is not as usual

Arga smiled cunningly, he touched Puspa's feet wrapped in a blanket.

"Yahoo!!! Old, stupid!" puspa cursed when Arga's hand held his leg

Puspa's feet immediately responded, his feet moved trying to get rid of Arga's hands. Arga chuckles.

Instead of stopping, Arga even more tempting Puspa by holding tightly to both feet Puspa

"Yetoo! I will not forgive you!. Kyaaah!"

"Huhahahh! I won't let go of your legs, I'll eat" teased Arga

Puspa's feet became more and more, and it made Arga increasingly tighten his grip

Arga's hand moved from the leg to the thigh, and it made Puspa even more excited

"Master! You're stressed"

Puspa took out a hand and was about to hit Arga. But Puspa's hand even touched Arga's field chest.

Puspa's hand trembled, Arga who saw it immediately held Puspa's hand to keep touching his chest

"Yahoooo!!!" pekik Puspa's. Arga chuckles.

Satisfied with tempting Puspa, Arga stopped his action. Puspa set his breath.

Arga sat back down and made no sound. 5 minutes passed,

"Open?" mumbling Puspa. Slowly Puspa opened his blanket, Puspa widened when he saw Arga in front of his face. Sontak Puspa hit Arga's head

"Awsss" Arga stroked his head which was rather painful due to the Puspa punch

"Ah anu, sorry. Me, I didn't intentionally. I mean, you surprised me" Puspa went into the blanket again

Puspa then remembered something, he opened his blanket and looked at Arga's body

"Sir.." call Puspa lirih.

"Hm?" Arga tidied up her hair

"Your body is fine, sir. Thank goodness" Puspa smiled in relief

"Oh that, I'm fine" Arga smiled faintly

"What about Inspiration? I hope you didn't do anything that could get you in jail" Puspa was horrified to remember Arga and Ilham who had a fight and finally Ilham was taken to the Hospital

"Em" Arga began to feel jealous again

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"Ilhaaamm"

"Mothers. Uhuk" Inspiration coughed.

"Hiks, what's going on"

Inspiration pulled out the knife that stuck in his thigh. Arga did not kill Ilham, he pointed the knife to the thigh of Inspiration until the wound was deep.

"Don't pull it! You're gonna lose a lot of blood"

Mother Ilham felt a pain in her thigh, her heart rippled to see her Son hurt like this.

Inspiration recalled Arga's words before leaving the fighting arena

"I should have killed you, only it would have hurt me. Stay away from Puspa" said Arga beside Ilham's ear

Ilham's mother could not defend her Son, she was still shocked to see Arga thrust a knife into Ilham's right thigh