
"That's Bimo's car. It's got to be home." Zahra immediately embraces Rara, leading her to enter the house. Because right now, Rara looks so scared. I don't know what she's afraid of. Like he was not ready to face Bimo. Not ready with Bimo's cold attitude later.
Arriving inside the magnificent house. They did not find Bimo in the living room, nor in the living room.
"Bik, where's Bimo?" ezra asked with a flat facial expression, at one of the butlers.
"Mr Bimo in non Rara's room sir." Replied Bik Magdah as the butler of the house.
"Have he come Bik?" Ezra asked again.
"There's been about 30 minutes sir." Bik Magdah still looked down respectfully.
Ezra now turned his head towards Rara who looked tense.
"Go to your room, baby. There your husband is waiting. Remember, don't get carried away with emotions, do you?" Ezra said softly, rubbing the child's head lovingly.
"Yes dad." His leg was weak, glancing at Zahra, who gave his spirit with his hand code.
Rara dragged her heavy feet, like a sand dune into her room. He really felt heavy stepping. His heart was also pounding so violently, which made it difficult for him to sigh.
"Yes Allah... Why so hard. Why am I so afraid of him? what is this feeling, God?" said Rara slowly, who could only be heard by her. And now he's out of the elevator. Walking only three meters, he would reach the door of his room.
Huff...
Rara took a deep breath. He should be able to relax. So that his heart does not beat continuously. Five minutes already, Rara was at her doorstep. Pacing back and forth while re-teaming his hands rough. He was unable to deal with Bimo. He will not be able to with the cold attitude Bimo later. He can get out of control, and fight back. Because he could not hear to blame, to be underestimated and scolded. What he wanted at this moment was understood, given attention and affection.
Huuff....
He took a deep breath for the last time. Brushed his chest that was still pounding, even though the rhythm of his beat had reduced.
Bismilbornrahmanirrahim
Rara prayed in her heart, before her hand pressed the handle of her bedroom door.
Chequek..
Duors..
He was surprised to hear the sound of the door opening itself. Rara was really scared. It turned out that for four days Bimo was guarding himself. Success made the woman fear Bimo.
The door opened, and he began to search for Bimo's presence in the room with great vigilance.
Dugs
Dugs
Dugs
His heart is in trouble again. He felt his heart was out. Rara suffocated already, when the eyes of the two were clashing.
Right now, Bimo was sitting on the corner sofa of the room with his legs open, staring flatly at Rara whose body had not all gone into the room.
The man is seen linking his hands together over his wide-open thigh and placing them on his chin. Massaging her chin, and still staring flatly at Rara.
Unable to balsy his flat gaze Bimo. Rara lowered her head, and she closed the door of the room, with great care. And the attempt failed, the door was not closed.
"You can get out of the house without first telling and go home this late!" His voice sounded full of disappointment. His manner of speech was gentle, but his facial expression was sour.
Dugs
Rara jumped in shock at Bimo's words. He now sat in front of Bimo, who was about three meters in front of him. His legs felt withered already, he was really afraid of Bimo.
"KUBBERI PACK TIME 10 MINUTES. !" bimo's word is full of emphasis.
Again Bimo's words made him surprised and confused. He who was confused, finally raised his face and looked at Bimo, gave the code with his mouth, so that Bimo repeated his words. Bimo's word, less understood.
Pack up?
packing what?
where they want to go in the middle of the night this time has shown at 22:50 Wib.
That's what Rara sat thinks.
"Don't hear? don't hear what I'm saying, until you stare there. That's why life is right. Do not nar Koba Mulu you think, drunk and drunk, nanton Por no, Du gem, and so forth. Look at the impact, you become oon, stupid and look deaf. Because all this time what you've been doing has ruined your body's performance." Said Bimo with a sharp. Still staring at Rara filled with annoyance.
TB
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