LIABILITIES

LIABILITY; 3

FOR YOU INFORMATION; I CHANGED THE STANDARD DIALOGUE TO NON-BAKU. HOW ARE YOU CHANGED? I DON'T KNOW THE RAW DIALOGUE, IT'S TOO RIGID AND THE FEEL I THINK IS LACKING. DOES ANYONE NOT AGREE? YES, FROM YOU GUYS.

YESTERDAY HAD THOUGHT OF USING POV-3 BECAUSE OF ALL THE STORIES I DID POV 3, BUT BECAUSE I WANTED SOMETHING DIFFERENT I FINALLY SURVIVED IN POV 1. HONESTLY, THE USE OF POV 1 IS HARDER THAN POV 3 IN MY OPINION.

AND ANOTHER ONE, THE TITLE IS 'THEATRICAL' I CHANGED TO 'LIABILITY'. THIS STORY I MADE BECAUSE OF A FAD, SO THE CONCEPT IS STILL AMBUSH.

ABSENT WHO READ WHO?

BEEN ABSENT?

HAPPY READING, DON'T FORGET TO KEEP TRACK!

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Nayla never expected that 'horrible' thing would happen in her life. His peaceful and peaceful life, his life full of seriousness and black and white, is now getting darker when the 'something' he has been protecting has been forcibly snatched away. What should he do after this terrible event happened? In addition to sitting with the body wrapped in a blanket and crying sobbing.

Beside him the crazy guy who had forcibly snatched away his honor fell asleep soundly. He was like a demon that ravaged Nayla's life, and sent her to the abyss of fire. He ruined Nayla's life. He's a crazy dude and Nayla hates him so much.

After this, what should Nayla do? Shut yourself up and forget about last night? Or to be mediocre as to think that 'horrible' thing didn't happen?

Nayla can't.

He tightly gripped his hair, pulling it with bubbling emotions on his chest. Because last night many hearts will be hurt, the heart of his parents who gave great confidence by allowing him to study in this city, and also the heart of his girlfriend who accompanied him for one year, patient, patient, and always understand in every situation

Now ..., all those hearts will be broken because of that crazy guy! He bellowed, Nayla glanced at him with a glint of extreme hate. Her upper body was visible, athletic and plaid, but, completely unable to attract the attention of a Nayla Kayana. Because in his heart, he's still a crazy guy.

"Where's gue?"

I want to get the man!

Nayla heard his voice. It seemed, she had already woken up from her long sleep after last night .... Nayla, in fact, couldn't bear to recall it.

"In my apartment!" Nayla answered flatly.

The man inched to a seat and was surprised to find his innocent body. Nayla turned her face the other way as the man's black iris seemed to want to stab her with a dagger. She ..., looks very angry.

"Why are you saying it's the same to me? I got it wrong?" Nayla's voice rang out, not contrived.

"What am I doing? I nyakitin lo, aversion! and why am I here?"

Perhaps, the guy was already complete with his clothes, so Nayla looked back at him. "Lo took away my 'rights' as a girl by force, and called me by the name of Agatha even though, I've been screaming to tell you, if my name is actually Nayla Kayana."

The guy was frustrated. He did not accept Nayla's words when, in fact, it was the truth. Nayla glanced at him furiously. "Gue's got parents who will definitely be very disappointed with me. If you know the girls who have been proud they are no longer holy without marriage."

"Gue doesn't know whether you say it's true or not, which I obviously don't remember at all." His voice was firm, he breathed in the rough air and returned to sitting on the edge of the mattress. "Lo how much? I'll pay you!" he said without burden.

B3fuck!

"Remember 'well, maniacal man! All I need is your responsibility not your money!"

"By giving money the same I am responsible!"

Good Lord! Why in this world there are heartless beings who are completely inhumane. All her calm remarks scratched Nayla's feelings as a woman. Nayla further rolled up the blanket wrapped around her body to keep it from coming off. He glanced at Nayla at a glance -- just a glance -- after which it returned to waste face.

"You came to my apartment all night, calling me Agatha. Don't you remember at all?" Nayla raises her voice, forcing the boy to understand that the victim is Nayla and that she has to take responsibility.

"Absolutely not!" From his voice he sounded very serious. From behind, Nayla can see if she takes her wallet out of the pocket of the levis pants she wears. I don't know what he did until after a few seconds he kept a small piece of paper on the nightstand. Nayla looked at him wrathfully, the little paper was a check. "Lo can write whatever you want but, forget what happened, just assume we never met and forever will be!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I THINK OF AS A WOMAN?!!" Nayla screamed, her net back glazed but, there was no water there. He turned around, glancing at Nayla low. "Stop that low look! Before I plug your eyes!"

He blinked twice. "You can't, last night you trapped me, you're actually not a girl anymore just you ngaku-ngaku. The girl I slept in wasn't just lo too all this time, and no one was 'selebay' lo!"

The bayes? She says that Nayla is lebay whereas, Nayla only charges and holds her accountable as the woman she has broken. Nayla stood up, of course with her body wrapped around a blanket. The look of wrath is still faithful. "Look me all right! Your life will not calm down before you take responsibility for the behavior you have done. You have to marry me and fuck her way!" wrathfully.

They look at each other, channeling their emotions. From the look on his face Nayla can guess, if he said back to provoke the man's emotions. Last night Nayla thought he was a good guy, but now he's no longer-because he's nothing more than a crazy br3ngsek guy.

"Who told you?"

Nayla frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Surely someone told you, didn't you, make my trap, how much you paid for him? Tell me let me fold the double!"

Nayla took a step forward, staring at the man's black iris, his index finger outstretched right in front of his face, the man glanced at Nayla's forefinger at a glance before returning his gaze. "Gue is from the village, from a family that does not have, if only I could not get a scholarship maybe until whenever I would never be able to go to this city!" Nayla deliberately pressed every word in her sentence.

Lowering her index finger, Nayla threw her face the other way. "Because I'm from the lower classes, that doesn't mean you can treat and insult me like that!" Without Nayla noticing her tears falling back, she rubbed them rough because, not wanting to look weak. Crying will lower her self-esteem.

The bloke clapped his hands festively and walked before Nayla, a slanted smile rising on her thin lips yet, harboring many deadly 'can. His speech is the same as that of the serpent according to Nayla.

"It was great, I believed it."

Acting?

Acting she said?

"It's not acting or anything like that, I'm serious Brengs3k! And you have to take responsibility."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

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HOW'S IT? HOW'S IT? IS THAT REALLY THE GUY?😂 PATIENCE WELL, NAY.