LIABILITIES

LIABILITY; 23

Raka hit the wall of the apartment when getting a kick. The man who was afraid of emotion kept cursing and counter-attacking, giving a fist in his opponent's jaw and kicking with deadly force. Just as Raka was about to clutch his opponent's collar suddenly a hand with blood dripping from it gripped tightly onto his wrist-stopping his action-and threw it away from the opponent.

"Nay, your hand is wound." Raka was surprised, Nayla fell silent stiff as the guy clasped his wrist. Raka looked at the two guys who had just become her opponents, telling them to all leave through delicacies. "Can't you get a gini?" Raka tore the shirt she used easily, then wrapped the piece of cloth in Nayla's hand.

"Gue who fights 'kok, lo who's injured? How's the story." Still in a lowered state, he wrapped the cloth carefully. Nayla was still silent, her legs started to tremor for no apparent reason. "Lo wanted to kill himself, huh? But not because of fear of sin? I advise you not to kill yourself Nay, your sins are 'uh, a lot. Enough to drive you to hell, "the story again.

Nayla was actually confused as to why her hand could be injured. As he remembered he was just cooking while picking up the phone, after which he heard the commotion and ran out. "No idea." Nayla shook her head, Raka's forehead shriveling in confusion. "Kok can hurt yah?-- aww." Nayla reflexes screech when her forehead is targeted by Raka.

"It seems that even if you are on the verge of death, you will not be aware. Most daydream 'sih, lo." Raka put her hand away. Nayla put on a pouting expression as the young man did not control the power. "Nay, mending lo enter the apartment again, not a lot of naughty guys who roam." Reversing Nayla's body, she pushed the girl's back away.

"Includes you, isn't he, the bad guy?"

"Gue guys are fine well, be careful 'uh, mouth if I talk about poisonin."

Nayla gave a small laugh, she turned back. "Gue medicine luka deh first," he said he wanted to attract the man to come walking but brushed off quickly.  Nayla's breath sounded faint, Raka's songong expression was like a test for her. "No need to sell expensive, just think of this 'uh, return the favor because you've done my hand." Lifting her bandaged hand, Nayla carved a sweet smile.

"Not to." Raka shook her hands. "You need to call Agatha just let her take medicine" he said again which managed to make Nayla's expression turn flat. Turning around her body about to go to her own apartment, the pull on the back collar of her t-shirt brought her to a halt. "Nay, the devil is loose woy!"

"Well, why, anyway? Dry hunger no doubt 'uh, wound, does not hurt what? To the point that it's been delayed?" fierce nagging. Raka hung around, not caring, stepping back but once again Nayla pulled her collar back. "Hard-headed really lo. What's the difference try, Agatha the same me? Timban ngobatin luka doang 'elah."

"Oi! Devil's kali' yah, lo. Blasphemous it feels. If I want Agatha, why? The guy he's my girlfriend, "gregetnya. Nayla grimaced as Raka slammed her hand. The guy was looking forward to facing Nayla. "I'm good you don't run!" jerk again.

Nayla silence. He did not prevent any more as the man walked out from before him. Staring at his injured hand, Nayla carved out a faint smile. At least, there is already something that proves that Raka Dirgantara still has a heart even though it is limited to the fabric.

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Again it's good to relax on the balcony of the apartment with the girlfriend, the sound of cell phone ringing repeatedly makes Agatha dongkol. His phone was in charger mode on the nightstand, it felt so lazy to pick up that flat object. Glancing inward lazily, gathering intent to break out of his comfortable mode.

"Lad." Agatha called her boyfriend who was sitting leaning back while playing the guitar. The so-called raised face, one eyebrow raised as a question mark. "Raka nelfon," he continued.

"Well, most want to ask for diobatin after a fistfight with two of my men. Weak!" his lips. Agatha exhaled in a breath, today she is very lazy to deal with Raka, she wants to spend time with her boyfriend, not the guy who became the object of her revenge. "Don't tell me I'm here" he continued.

"Obviously, you can be a chubby if 'tuh, you little boy to know, '" Agatha replied. Unplugging the charger from her phone the girl stepped onto the sofa while sliding the green icon on the screen to receive a call from Raka. "Hello." Agatha's voice was made as smooth as possible which managed to make the girlfriend giggle amused. Agatha warned by attaching the index finger to the lip of the signal for the boy to be silent.

"Where to?"

Ringisan sounded after that question. Agatha put away her phone and put on a big smile, telling her boyfriend that the reason Raka called was right because she was hurt. Then Agatha brought her phone closer.

"Apartment, what's wrong with you? Your voice is 'cocky, weak is it?" Panicked. Pretending to panic.

Agatha fell silent. Which woman is not given that much attention? In fact, almost several times Agatha forgot her revenge intention and chose to love the guy wholeheartedly. However, everything felt impossible, the grudge in Agatha's heart was burning every time she remembered the past. However, the way Raka treats herself is also not kidding, the love that the man gives is too big until several times Agatha drifted.

"Agatha ... Honey, eh? Just shut up." There was an amused nagging sound across there, Agatha carving a faint smile.

"No papa, am I going to your apartment? Fear of anything happening" Agatha said.

"No, I'm not papa. Cieee equal attention girlfriend." Raka whistles to tease Agatha but soon the guy grimaces. Agatha stood up, about to grab a sling bag to go to Raka's apartment right now.

"I'll be there" Agatha broke up.

"Jan ...."

Click! The connection is turned off unilaterally. Agatha walked towards the dressing table and polished her thin face there. The man who was still loyal on the balcony of the room frowned to see his girlfriend now sitting on the edge of the bed while pulling white shoes under the bed.

"Where are you going?" tanyakanya. Agatha gave a quick glance. Not getting an answer the guy put the guitar on the marble balcony and approached the girlfriend. "Where are you going?" tanyanya repeated the question.

"Raka luka, you know, he is stubborn and can't take care of himself" replied Agatha. After finishing with the activity of wearing shoes, now the girl got up while putting her phone in a sling bag that was draped on her shoulder. "I'm going to Raka's apartment for a minute."

"No!" The dark iris blotted out the cold withered irises belonging to Agatha. Indicates that she doesn't want Agatha to go and leave her alone. It's not that much, it's just that he doesn't want the plans they put together to just crumble because the antagonist is reciprocating the protagonist's love. "Here I am, me," he said again.

"But ...." Agatha had not been able to continue her sentence, her lips were first silenced by a long kiss.

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GREETINGS FROM ME, PLEASE,

SYUGERR