Deserve Me For You

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Puspa revolted, seeing Puspa who continued to try to escape from his embrace, Arga increasingly tightened his embrace.

Puspa's face reddened, his eyes bulging and increasingly difficult to breathe.

"Basic fool!" Puspa in his heart

Arga took off his embrace, finally Puspa could breathe oxygen smoothly. He squinted his eyes. Arga sipped his warm tea.

"You crazy?!" Shouted Puspa while hitting Arga's arm. Not long Puspa immediately covered his mouth with his fingers, aware that what he did just now could cause the neighbors to stir.

Arga just smiled looking at Puspa. Puspa increasingly confused with Arga's attitude this time.

"Haiyahhh... I've been going crazy for a long time. Go home if there's no more business." Puspa tidied his hair

"Dare to kick me out?" Asked Arga in a cold tone

"Okay, what brings you here? still want to talk about it again?" Puspa clenched his hand, annoyed.

"No." Arga sipped his tea again.

"Then? listen, sir, it's night."

"I'm not stupid until I can't tell the difference between day and night" Arga played his eyebrows.

Puspa is getting confused.

"Puspa didn't understand you for my attitude earlier?" Arga wonder

"Huh? what I need to understand, sir. I was confused."

"Hm... I miss." Arga lirih

Puspa rounded his eyes.

"Eh? whahuh? a miss? miss who?"

"That's it. After this I go home." Arga breathed a heavy sigh.

They're speechless...

"So dinner, huh?" Ask Arga

"Emmm... That's..."

"Jawab only, Puspa"

"Yes, Sir... Ilham asked me to ma-"

"Hmm okay. I went home first" Arga didn't even finish the tea in her glass.

"Master,"

"What?! He told me to go home, right?" Arga stood his back to Puspa.

"But hit-and-"

"Basic." Arga stepped foot not even allowing Puspa to explain anything.

Arga opened the door, while Puspa was still glued to his place earlier.

When his feet were about to step, Arga turned around and found Puspa was looking down and playing the edge of his shirt.

Arga breathed deeply.

"Where was dinner?" The question he wanted to ask but was ego-blocked.

"The cafe." Puspa answered with a position still lowered his head.

"What?" Ask Puspa.

"I'm sorry" Arga immediately hugged Puspa gently. Puspa was silent and there was no response.

"Next time don't do it." Soft Arga speech

"Why?" Puspa raised his head.

Arga stroking hair Puspa, puspa,

"Just not to" Arga's hand gently pushed Puspa's head to stick it again on his chest.

"Master," Call me soft

"Yes?"

"The door is still open" Arga glared. He immediately took off his embrace and closed the door of the Puspa house.

"Why not say that from now on? Stupid asshole"

"Well, you even scolded me😑" Puspa narrowed his eyes.

"That's my right" Arga sat down again.

"You're sick, sir. You better go home." Ledek Puspa's

"don't want. I sleep here" Reject Arga raw

"Hey! Don't haphazardly... This is my house."

"Don't mess around or I'll buy this house and I'll leave you"

"Ooohhh is now the boss of yes" Ledek Puspa again

"Don't forget who you've worked for"

"On the Great Lord and Madam" Arga fell silent.

"Don't underestimate me. I can buy your hut house, Puspa. I'll continue Papa's business."

"The shack house you said? don't make fun of me, T-u-a-n. What are you proud of? you just keep going, don't start with 0." Ledek behind Puspa.

"What is your business?"

"That's not independent of his name" Puspa crossed his arms across his chest.

"I asked him what is your business with that? you're not even my future wife."

Puspa. That's true what Arga said.

"Is that really a criterion for your future husband?" Ask Arga

"It's not really." Puspa scratched his back head.

"What's your dream guy's criteria?" Arga pulls Puspa. With one pull Puspa immediately sat down.

"Aws... Rough tofu."

"Hm. Answer my question" urged Arga

"Criteria yes? I don't know." Arga raised one eyebrow, he did not understand Puspa's words.

"Listen Mr. handsome, rich, kind, go home. I don't want your parents to accuse me of anything."

Arga stared coldly at Puspa. As if he did not believe Puspa's answer earlier.