LIABILITIES

LIABILITY; 21

KANGEN RAKA ME, SO NULIS 😂

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Raka frowned confused to see the girl humbled herself to pick up something she did not know. After delivering Agatha safely she decided to stop by the supermarket to buy some necessities in the apartment.

The girl he saw was Nayla. Raka hung around her shoulders not caring about choosing the chili and walking past the chick. Nayla finished with her activities, raised her face to see Raka who was acting no wrong. Remember that! Nayla's ambition now is to destroy a Raka Dirgantara, if not destroyed, at least make the man aware not to arbitrarily to him and willing to take responsibility.

"What looks good isn't necessarily good." Nayla quips. He picked up a packet of snacks and hugged it with another snack. Raka looked indifferent, although a slanted smile had appeared on her lips. "And that excess will end up like garbage. No use, early doang kepake most recently discarded, although still good and can still be used but for what if it was boring, yes, Raka?" The smile on Nayla's lips lifted.

"Yes, but something that's over-treated shows that she's special, doesn't she, Nayla?" The corner of Raka's lips was raised lightly. Nayla advanced her lower lip and shuddered unconcernedly. Raka takes her last snack and leaves just like that, Nayla faithfully follows.

"My waist hurts, you pushed earlier." Holding her waist for a moment, Nayla confused herself with her mouth which easily spouted the sentence, but honestly her waist still hurt. "What does Agatha give you? From my vision, Agatha is 'clean, beautiful, but from the way she looks at you it's like different." Nayla still vividly remembered Agatha's eyes on Raka which made her wonder to this day. Maybe Raka didn't realize.

"Too love. Until your eyes glare and can't see clearly, right?" Raka laughed crisply. After paying for his groceries he simply passed by and left this place.

Nayla silence. Of course, it does not justify Raka's words but pity on the guy who seems to rely heavily on a girl named Agatha. In the face until whenever indeed the face of Agatha is very beautiful, her smile is sweet cycron with her heart like an angel. However, Nayla is sure that no human is perfect, okay? Agatha must have been as flawed as any other human. Luckily, the girl has Raka who has always been loyal to her.

"Do I have to be a destroyer in their relationship both for the purpose of me to hold Raka accountable? If all that hadn't happened, it probably wouldn't have been this complicated and I would never have known that guy berengs3k." Nayla muttered softly, standing by the side of the road and moving her hand to hold a taxi.

Somewhere else. In the house shades of sky blue with simple furniture. A woman in a white T-shirt and knee-length levis trousers smiled broadly and nodded to answer the question of the man standing before her.

"Are you sure this will go according to plan?" The guy turned to sit on the sofa, patting his thigh asking the beautiful girl to sit on his lap. "Are you sure he wasn't suspicious at all?" Again the question was answered a happy nod by the girl.

"He's easy to control, you're calm." The soft voice greeted very melodious made the maroon-clad guy who was also present and sat in front of them snorting. Not happy with the information given by his sister, but he was uncomfortable seeing the scenery that did not want to be seen by both eyes. The girl kissed a glimpse of the cheek of her idol, ignoring the brother who was getting reddish.

"Why would you sacrifice your sister's boyfriend?" The one asked was silent, he was pensive with thoughts he made himself. The girl chuckles crisply. "For the sake of our mission? Poor's also 'sih, the girl," he said again.

The warm room a few minutes ago is now covered with mysterious air. The maroon-clad man stood up from his seat and left the sister with his lover. "Well how else? Everything has happened" he murmured. Wanting to be sad but useless, wanting to regret it is not him, wanting to accept but staying in principle that he does not want the former others but he himself is sacrificing.

At the same time. Raka closed the small refrigerator next to the wardrobe. The man walked to the main door of the apartment, his intention was to go to Morgan's house to stay up. Tomorrow is the day most awaited by students who hate the name of duty and are tired of sitting in class.

"An ...."

Click! The call was interrupted before Morgan finished his speech. Next to Raka's hand raised to reach the door handle, opened it, and was surprised to see the appearance of a girl's face that lately became a destroyer of her mood. The girl is Nayla Kayana, standing at the door of Raka's apartment with both hands carrying a plastic bag containing snacks.

"Have a meal?" Nayla asked kindly, not forgetting the smile which made Raka wonder. "Aren't they told to come in? Outside of me?" Be relaxed. Although in his heart Nayla did not stop cursing Raka because it was not welcome to enter while the burden she carried was also not taken over.

"Gue ngusir lo!" Raka was about to close the door of her apartment tightly before the girl barged in. However, Nayla quickly took off one load in her hand to use pushing the door. "Lo's got his own apartment, what's in my apartment? Want to fuck 'well, lo?"

"Gue was friendly 'well, from earlier, already a sweet smile as well. Instead of being told to go in and get kicked out before entering!" Nayla tried hard to maintain her strength to push harder this brown door. "And what did you say? Bawdy? You have no brain!" sarcasm answered.

"Lo smile is not sweet, Dog! But nyeremin." Wanting to push harder the door to close immediately but seeing Nayla's fingers holding the edge of the door makes Raka not have the heart if she has to hurt the girl again. "Quite the incident at the cafe just made a sin, now I don't want to, take your hands off the door before I crumpled!" raka Ancam.

"Until you break my hand, tomorrow my foot is cut using a hacksaw!" Nayla replied that she did not lose the sarcasm. "My goal here is just to get better, what's wrong?" Yes, Nayla's goal here is to get better with the guy, if Raka already believes him. So Nayla easily stamps the information and destroys Raka's relationship with Agatha. "Click Raka, you're not, guys can't be rude to girls."

"What about a girl?" Raka asked lazily. Staring at Nayla's fingers that almost clamped the door, just one push then the girl would definitely screech.

"Lo want proof?" Nayla asked quite enthusiastically. Like getting a hundred million lottery, peeking deeper into Raka's apartment to see half the face of the guy who was blocked by the door, Nayla's smile rose, Raka was more and more inexhaustible.

"You!" sahut Raka after being silent for a while. Nayla widened her smile even more, her eyebrows going up and down as if asking the guy to open the apartment door wider so that he could immediately enter and prove everything.

"Open the door, dong, be loved."

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SPIRIT NAYLA🤣

GREETINGS FROM ME, PLEASE,

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