LIABILITIES

LIABILITY; 24

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

Somewhere else. More precisely in an apartment owned by a Raka Dirgantara. Now, the sleeveless shirtless bloke was agitated to death when Agatha decided to go to her apartment. Not nothing, today crime is everywhere, various motives are launched for the sake of a lump of money. Raka doesn't want her innocent boyfriend to be okay.

"Am I going to Agatha's apartment? Get him." Get him." Raka cradled, to be honest he was very tired, his bones were painful if moved excessively, not to mention with the wound on his face that began to dry up. For a long time he did not gym, nor did the fist fight make his immunity reduced. Since living in his own apartment, Raka's diet is irregular, different from home.

Raka decided to call Agatha back. Three notes on the screen read the word 'ringing' but there was no sign of Agatha raising her call. Raka grew increasingly stifled, her mind started to unsettle, with a quick movement she grabbed the key on the nightstand and the jacket that was draped behind the door and rushed out.

"Agatha, make a panic lo," he murmured while wearing a jacket. Putting the phone in his pocket, the man turned the door handle and breathed a breath of air when again a Nayla Kayana stood in front of the door of her apartment. "Why are you hah?" tanyanya sarcasm.

Nayla instantly barged in, smashing into Raka's arm that was blocking the door. "You're ngobatin lo, all bring dinner. Lo must be hungry" he said, putting a blue lunch box on the table. "Here, I'm taking care of your wounds."

"Not now!" drive Raka.

"Can't you just be sure?"

"Gue said get out, I want to go!"

"This is with me, don't appreciate your guests!"  Nayla sneers. The girl shifted her gaze from the dark iris of Raka who blasphemed her dislike. Nayla folded her legs cross-legged on the sofa, her free hand grabbing the remote and turning on the television. "Here sit first, consider it your own apartment," he continued.

"This is my apartment!" Raka's voice was rising. Furious he approached Nayla about to take over the remote and turn off the television. After that he will drive this girl out forcibly from her luxury apartment.

"It's so nice, you're talking to me!"

"Drench the remote! I'm not ashamed to play in people's apartments. Mending chick, this is you going into a guy's apartment!" Raka locked the girl's movements. The remote could easily be snatched from Nayla's hands. After turning off the television he looked back at the sofa, his net was rounded in surprise as Nayla jumped off the head of the sofa and ran, tripping, the girl got back up and ran with a limp leg position. "Where are you going, huh?" his yell.

"You go to your room, I'll play. Help me clean up" cried Nayla. Raka catches up with the girl with uncontrollable emotions.

"Lumayan neat also lo room." Nayla smiled faintly. Raka's room is pretty neat for a boy's size. However, there is one thing that makes the neatness of the man's room is reduced, namely the urn placed on the marble floor in front of the nightstand.

"Nay, you kesambet jin. My amazement!" Raka stood at the door of the room. Surprised when Nayla humbled herself to reach for her fancy urn she had deliberately placed on the floor. "Nay, don't touch that jar later pe ...."

Brak!

" ... Uh." Be late. The luxurious golden jar had already struck the marble.

"Raka, the urn is falling" said Nayla. A little guilty he immediately humbled himself to pick up the shards of the urn, he accidentally dropped the urn, after all Nayla was just good intentions, Raka could not be angry with him, right? "Raka you're angry?" ask him when he does not get a speech. Reversing, heaving a heavy sigh as he saw Raka banging her head repeatedly on the doorstop. "No need to hurt myself, I don't know. My hands are fine." Nayla raises both of her hands --showing them to Raka -- with lips that smile wide.

"Lo this is really smart what's not 'clean, Nay?" Raka tried desperately not to get angry and nag the girl. It's nothing, today he's been angry many times and the cause is the same person. Nayla fell silent, choosing not to answer until Raka said again, "Gue said he left. Well, go it's the word castration, which means I'm expelling. If you get kicked out you should run out through the exit, not run into my room tol0l!" Oh my God, I blasphemed again!

"Every semester I always get four" replied Nayla.

"You four 'cake, want five or a hundred though I don't care. The point is stupid! You idiot!" maki Raka is unmitigated.

"Put my pillow, oy! Astagfirullah!" greget Raka's. Walking up to Nayla, until in front of the girl Raka immediately pulled her pillow made Nayla pout. "Nay, don't you know human language?"

"What are you humans?" Nayla asked back, she grabbed the bolster but the bolster was seized by Raka by force. Nayla snatches an upset, so stingy! The items in this room were like forbidden to touch his hands.

"Human is. I'm gone, lest I run out of stock patience and nyerang lo."

"Wit in what way?"

"Botakin lo, will you?" geram Raka's. Nayla shook her head quickly and gave a clumsy grin, a second later the boy was pushed back as Nayla hit him and forced his sore leg to walk as fast as lightning. "Why are you?" asked Raka when the girl instead of going out went into the bathroom.

"KEBELET PEED," cried Nayla. Raka momentarily goosebumps, choosing not to talk anymore he cleaned up the broken jar that Nayla had not been able to finish.

"It's a good thing that Agatha I'm not like Nayla" Raka muttered. Grateful to have a girlfriend like Agatha, a girl who always keeps the image and does not just act. Agatha also never made herself angry, or rather Raka who could not be angry at the girl.

"RAKA I TRIED THE FACE WASH SOAP LO, WELL," cried Nayla from the bathroom. Raka who collected the shards of the urn directly ran to the closed bathroom door, it was good that the girl wanted to wear her expensive items. Raka won't let that happen.

"Until you touch my stuff, I guarantee you get out of here you'll cry!"

"Harum is your soap."

"The name is also g0block soap! Don't macem-macem, Nay!"

"Digest me, yah" cried Nayla asking for permission. The sound of the door slamming Nayla didn't care anymore. Just trying some face wash soap, what's wrong? Raka can't be that cool.

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NAY, REALLY LIKE TO MAKE RAKA SHUFFLE 🤣. DON'T BOTHER DO'I I DONG, NAY. TAK HIIH NYAHO LO:V

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SYUGERRS.