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As she promised her mother five days ago, Raka actually brought Nayla to her house. He also had permission with Agatha, and stressed to Nayla that this was just a casual meeting that meant nothing.
Entering the Dirgantara residence, Raka took off her bag and threw it on the sofa, she then took off her shoes and left just like that when walking up the stairs. Nayla who stood beside him cengo for a moment saw the impolite behavior of the guy.
"This is how you fit the stuff?" tanya Nayla made Raka who was already at the end of the stairs turn her head. "Where are you going? You brought me here and you left me! If you know how I came home, you must have deliberately invited me here just kidding!"
One eyebrow Raka raised, she again walked up to Nayla. "In your brain, don't you have the slightest good impression of me?" his tan was met with a flat gaze. Raka shook her hands. "Here, free I nanya, nyokap I'm in the park behind you there aja, I'm tired of taking a bath."
"My antennae, your house is huge and I don't know the direction to the back garden!" nayla Tuas.
"It looks like lo 0on deh, there are no pins so people," raka nyeleneh until Nayla raised next to the eyebrows. Raka twisting body 180°, she back walk on stairs. "To the back garden, through the back, the future!"
"WALKER 0ON!" shouted Nayla fiery. He chose to walk on his own, walking through this magnificent house deeper until he met one of the women who was a maid.
"Can I help you?" asked the woman to see a confused look on Nayla's face.
Nayla carried a thin smile as a form of politeness. "I asked Raka, she asked me to go to the back garden, can you show me the way?"
The woman nodded and showed me the way. Nayla walks quietly occasionally sweeping a glance at the luxury furniture in this house.
Entering a door Nayla saw a woman sitting on a garden chair, staring at the beautiful blooming flowers. The woman who drove Nayla away left Nayla. There was only Nayla standing nervously on her footing.
Netra Nayla rounded as the woman turned her head and smiled at him. Nayla nodded politely, slowly moving her trembling legs closer.
"Don't be nervous, honey. Sit here" said the woman as she looked at Nayla's face full of fear. With a clumsy smile Nayla sat beside him, he then positioned his seat to face Nayla. "You're the girl involved in the incident with Raka?"
Nayla nodded. Had been surprised because it turns out that Raka's speech that persuaded him to come here was right, Raka's mother wanted to meet him. Nayla refused for fear of being framed.
"You know what Raka looks like?" asked the mother who was immediately replied to a nod by Nayla. The mother smiled, stroked Nayla's face and said, "What do you think Raka is?"
"Having a sky-high prestige, annoying, selfish, likes to make blood rise," spontaneously Nayla recalled every behavior Raka never good to her, the next second her neutrals round and kept her mouth shut. "Sorry my aunt doesn't mean bad-natured Raka." The real thing is ugly.
Nayla turned her gaze in the other direction to think. "This is my argument, Aunt. Raka is sincere, she also does not have the heart to be a person, Raka is quite smart to control emotions if the same girl." Nayla bites her lips, her memory pointing to that night. "Raka a man who is patient but once angry savage," he continued.
The mother nodded. "Try here see Aunt and the story you first met with Raka."
The mother's request made Nayla go silent for quite a while. He really tried hard to forget the beginning of his meeting with Raka and now he was forced to remember. Nayla shook her head, her hands broke out in cold sweat from nervousness and mama grabbed both of Nayla's hands and grasped them.
"Ceritain with Aunty," she asked deeply, Nayla shook her head.
"Tante can help you persuade Raka if what you say is true," he asked again in a soft voice managed to make Nayla soften until she finally nodded.
Nayla began to tell the details of events that she wanted to forget and could not forget no matter what the situation with the iris that occasionally collided with the iris of the mother.
Raka peeked behind the top window. He did not hear at all what the other woman was talking about, which was clearly not far from him. "Nayla must be ugly in front of Mama" he said.
She then grabbed a towel and dried her still dripping water. Once again he turned to the window, raising one eyebrow when he saw Nayla crying in a hug.
Raka clucked, "Bad, snake girl acting okay too, mama believe ya?" I don't know for whom.
The cargo-clad man with the cloth-free upper body of Shirtless was still peering behind the window for five minutes after which Nayla stood up and hurried away, Raka throws her towel in any direction and exits the room.
"Don't wait for the writer and you can just make up stories about me!" raka said, he went down the stairs very quickly, standing in front of Nayla who was still stiff. "Answer! What did you say to my nyokab?!" axed it.
Nayla was silent, she had misfocused when Raka went down the stairs to approach her, her gaze always pointing at the boxes in Raka's stomach. I don't know why Raka could always make him fall silent.
"Eh, I'm talking to you, here!" ketus Raka when Nayla doesn't want to look at her. Raka searches for the object that Nayla is currently looking at and turns out to be just an urn. "Nay, your ears aren't working or what? Come here, answer my question!" axed it.
"No!" reply Nayla a little scream. He wanted to leave immediately but Raka pulled his arm. "Lo what's okay?" he returned without looking at Raka.
"What do you say is the same about me?" the question is a little pushy. Raka pulled her hand from Nayla's arm. "Lo why don't you want to take a step here? That's how much you hate me?"
"Gue hates you because you don't wear clothes, satisfied?" After saying that in an annoyed tone Nayla ran over to immediately leave this house.
"That's all?" Raka put on the face of the plate, not thinking of Nayla's mind path. Just because she wasn't wearing that girl's shirt didn't want to look back at him. "Lebay," sheen.
Mama who was already standing in the kitchen carrying a knotty smile saw her son's debate with a girl of unique character like Nayla. When chatting with the girl earlier, it was mostly bad Raka that he was talking about, in contrast to other girls who liked his son.
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What do you think Raka is?
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Greetings from me, my,
SYUGERR
