Deserve Me For You

Another blow

"Qc"

Puspa clucked irritably. He's getting pissed.

"I don't talk like that. I still have money on hand. Hufftt okay I'm sorry.. Brainstorm.. Understand." Puspa.

"You know, I think for years we haven't met, your nature will still be the same as it was when you were a kid. Apparently not. There are so many changes to you that I don't realize."

Puspa gasped

"Brach..." Lirih Puspa's

"Yes. I'm mistaken. I'm in too much of a hurry to get close to you without knowing your nature."

"Emm?"

"Puspa doesn't understand you that I'm serious about you. My feelings when I was a kid weren't fooling around either." Inspiration gripped Puspa's shoulder.

"Ilham I did too... But.."

Ilham took off his grip.

"Sorrys... Ii'm sorry. Sick huh?" Ilham stroked Puspa's shoulder.

Puspa back 1 step

"But what?" Curiousness

"But... I'm.."

"Puspah.. Tell the... Tell me you love me too. We call each other ~Cinta~ not." Inspiration

Puspa bit his lip. Doubtful to say what he felt. A longing for Inspiration but also doubt.

"Don't bite your lips like that. It will ruin your beautiful lips" Puspa knitted his eyebrows.

"If it takes a bite I'll give it to it with pleasure" Puspa gasped.

"Il-ilham.. Don't scare me" Puspa trembled. Inspiration's hand touched Puspa's cheek again. Puspa closed his eyes. Fearful.

Either stupid or something. There was absolutely no initiative to run.

Ilham closed his eyes when he saw Puspa closed his eyes. Ignore the visitors who might see the scene today. Inspiration can not stand the beautiful lips Puspa.

Puspa's body was getting vibrating. He did not dare to open his eyes.

Ilham advanced his face more precisely focus on Puspa lips with closed eyes.

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'Cup'

Inspiration felt something strange. Since when the lips are flat there are even a few fine hairs.

Puspa ventured to open his eyes. He was shocked when he saw what was in front of him.

Inspiration opened his eyes because he felt something was awkward. Ilham surprised. It turned out that he kissed Arga's arm whose eyes had already turned red. It doesn't taste like lips.

"Young Master.." Puspa lowered Arga's arm which was right in front of Puspa's lips.

Arga turned to Puspa with a look of anger.

"How dare you. Bored living?!"

"What do you mean?" Sahut Ilham with a clash.

"I told you he's mine, you idiot!!"

'Bugh'

A warm blow came to Ilham's face until he fell.

"Aarrrggghh Hentikaaanannn" Puspa tried to break up. He held Arga's arm. But na'as, Arga who has been controlled by anger can not control himself. He accidentally threw Puspa's hand which kept him from hitting Ilham until Arga's hand hit Puspa's stomach. Puspa grimaced with pain in his stomach.

Puspa immediately took off his grip, and Arga immediately threw another punch at Ilham.

Puspa was helped stand by 2 other female visitors

"You okay?" Puspa did not answer because of the pain in his stomach.

"Am I going to die. It hurts..." Puspa held his stomach.

"Yes god.. Bloody..."

"I'm coming to the moon.. Sshhhh"

"Let's go to the hospital."

"No. I don't want to."

Still had time to think about the cost to the hospital.

"Take me to the toilet." 2 The woman nodded while picking up the pads that fell under. They helped Puspa stand up.

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10 Minutes later

'Krieeett' The toilet door is open

Arga immediately approached Puspa who was walking limped.

"Have you finished your fight?" Puspa smiled mockingly

"Puspah.. You're.. Ii'm sorry.. Let's go to the hospital. Let's check your condition first" Arga panicked. His heart was filled with guilt.

Puspa stared at Arga's body from the bottom to the top.

Randomly. There were several bruises and bloody corners of the lips.

"Your lips are wounded" Puspa approached Arga.

"Like a brand" Arga fell silent.

Puspa stepped slowly leaving the sculpting Arga.

Puspa holds his stomach which is still cramping and also painful.

"I thought I was going to die right away. So I can hang out with Mom and Joni" muttered Puspa.

Puspa widened as his body was lifted up. He saw who was holding him.

"Sir.." Lirih Puspa's.

"You're either forgiven or not. I'll stay in charge"

"But.."

"Shut up or I kill" Puspa's guts shrunk.

He loved his life more and chose silence. When passing through the parking lot, the visitors whisper and there is also a thud looking at Arga who mnggendong Puspa.

"This.. Public place" Puspa shy. He lowered his face.

"Suppose there are only two of us" Arga said lightly

"Crazy grounds" Bathin Puspa.

"Where is Inspiration" asked Puspa who was still in Arga's sling

"When taken to the hospital"

"You beat him all out?" Puspa did not think

"Little bit. Not killing her was something rare" Arga sat Puspa in the car seat.

"You're really crazy..." Puspa

"This was caused by you" Arga got into the car and drove away.

Puspa rounded his eyes.

"Because of me.." Puspa silent a thousand languages. He played his fingertips. Holding a clear circle that wants to come out of his eyes.