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"I don't work, just be a driver" Rara answered briefly.

"What driver?" raffli asked a little doubtfully.

"Beautiful driver dong. I am a girl. If I'm a starched man, his name is a handsome driver" Rara replied, laughing loosely.

Nothing is covered everything is revealed as it is. Wouldn't it be better like this, better to be honest as it is and without any lies in order to make friends even more comfortable because it knows the busyness of each.

"Oh ... Right yeah. Beautiful driver, it's you patinya," said Rafli softly.

Rara who is what is with a sluggish attitude and a little childish must face with a quiet Rafli but listen to every word spoken from Rara's lips. It was as if all of Rara's words were well recorded by Rafli without a single one being missed. That is all evident from all the chat that has been done a long time ago, when it was revealed again Rafli still remembered it well without anything less and reduced all according to what was said by Rara so far.

"Where do you work yourself?" rara asked with doubt. It is not good to ask something personal. There are some people who do not like, his personal life in the nosy and made public consumption.

"I work with people I used to call Bosses" Rafli explained slowly.

"Everyone who works with other people must be called an employee and a business owner will definitely be called a Boss. So what is this business doing in what field?" ask Rara who is even more curious about Rafli's answer.

"I'm just a barber" replied Rafli slowly.

"Well, can you shave for free for my son?" asked Rara enthusiastically.

Rafli was amazing. Rafli thought Rara's attitude wouldn't be like this. Maybe honestly, so Rara chose to leave. But the fact is Rara remains the same and still loves Rafli as he is.

"May, if you play here, bring your son for me to shave," Rafli said excitedly.

"Relse ... Can I call you with another call? I would rather call him Mas than Sister" asked Rara slowly.

Rafli had no power to hold back his happy race. I don't know why the name Ma is more delicious to hear and also feels very familiar and affectionate.

"Gee ... With pleasure, Ra. Mas prefers this title, warmer it feels," said Rafli slowly.

"Yes Mas" answered Rara briefly.

Rara herself could not help her countless feelings of happiness. For some reason with rafli everything feels very different. Honestly, before this Rara had just been heartbroken from someone who had approached her, but all those sweet promises were just a joke and a figment. His modesty as a man has indeed been read by pretending to borrow money.

"Have you called Abuya, Ra?" ask Rafli slowly.

"Here you go, accompany you to drink milk from sleep delivery," replied Rara slowly.

"Goodoo. Pity Abuya must be alone every day" said Rafli lirih. Rafli can feel what Abuya feels because he is a loving father.

"Cock is mellow. It's night, it's time for me. Poor wife and children Mas who have been waiting for Mas," said Rara slowly.

"Eh ... Yes, it's twelve o'clock. If it's the same you, Mas so like to forget the time," said rafli while chuckling softly.

"Oh my goodness, I'm really gombalin pinter, yes" said Rara slowly.

"The gas is not terrible and not smart to seduce. So what was thrown out, it was all pure what Mas felt at this time" Rafli explained.

"What do you mean?" ask Rara pean.

"Wouldn't you be Mas's second wife? Or was it just a fake?" ask Rafli urgently.

"Oh ... That's. I'm serious Mas. But I don't want to be selfish. As long as there is no permit yes, all that will not be my life," said Rara slowly.

"You want to promise me? Can you wait for the process?" rafli asked with a hint of doubt.

"Yes Mas. I promise to be patient, with a note all must be in accordance with procedure. As long as this procedure doesn't go well then I can't continue this relationship" Rara said slowly.

"Thank you pretty. Yes, yes, home. It's late" Rafli said, ending his chat on the app.

"Sam-sama. Be careful on the road yes," Rara advised.

"Yes. Assalmaualaikum" Rafli said with greetings.

"Waalaikumsalam" replied Rara Lirih.

Both of them closed the singing app's inbox message. Rafli immediately deleted all the chat so that all was safe to control. Not afraid of the Wife but Rafli was lazy to argue with the Wife.

Rara returned pensively on her bed while leaning her body on the back of the hotel room bed. His memory is still clear and completely recorded perfectly from the beginning of his relationship with Rafli to this day. Everything seems ordinary, but for Rara all this is very special.

Rafli's figure is an ordinary man, nothing special and as a man there are not many advantages. But getting to know her and being with her all this time has made Rara feel safe and comfortable.

'My love is not the truth. I don't want to be considered the destroyer of other people's households. I just love and nothing more. At least I don't think I can have him. I just love it, even if I can have it and be allowed to be the second I am happy enough without ignoring and leaving his wife, Rara's inner self in her heart.

'Is it wrong if this love is present in its entirety to him? Is it wrong that I love you who already have a family?' rara's inner self returned with various questions raging in her heart at this moment.

I don't know who Rara has to complain to but her Lord.

'Is not every human heart to be given a sense of love that is somehow to the one that love is addressed. So love is a gift? Then, if the love I feel is love is wrong, who should I blame? Is not all love also a gift from Allah SWT?' rara's inner self-defense.

'Have I not wanted to be dizzy. For me as long as I do not demand anything from him and just love and can exchange communication, this is already more than enough. Maybe occasionally and if you want to feel like meeting and meeting each other face to face. But, that was not my priority, Rara's inner self in her heart.