LIABILITIES

LIABILITY; 47

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Nayla rolls over to the other side of the mattress. "What is Gino's nature?" ask her to the girl who sits cross-legged while holding a plate of satay. Nayla spread out her hands and turned to the right side. "Vio, eat your mulu lo! How did you think of Lo Gino?"

"Perfects." Viola again ate the greedy skewer, ignoring Nayla's increasingly sour expression.

"What info do you get after following Aldi all day?" Nayla swept a look at Viola's bedroom furniture, they were planning to go to the apartment but stopped when Nayla suddenly lazy to go into her own apartment. Nayla turned to sit down, grabbed Viola's bag and ransacked him. "Secretary apan lo. Just bring one little book, hp, mah skincare," he said.

Viola ate his last set of skewers. Grabbing a tissue, he pointed at the top of the nightstand box. "Ambilin was Nay, thirsty."

Nayla raised an eyebrow and put on a veiled expression but still she followed Viola's orders. "Cepet you know, what info do you get?" his insistence. He received a used plate from Viola and kept it in the nightstand. "Seenak jidat you ransacked me."

"Lo should be grateful I helped you!" grouse Viola. He took the little blue-covered book in Nayla's hand and opened it, looking for some sentences he had written. "Nih read, if I still don't understand aterat I clearly," he said.

"Raka seems to know Mr. Aldi, and the company Dirgantara will cooperate with the company pak Aldi ...." Nayla read the sentence twice before her net was rounded reading the last four words. "Italian hotels and restaurants? Busyeet! How many billions of people wake up?" shindig.

Viola nodded. "Gue often really discuss business as well as my bokap so understand a little. And according to my personal view, italian hotels and restaurants are not suitable to be built, managed by two foreign companies before. Because what? Chance for his nip younger, and I'm sure very sure that among them there are those who want to cheat," said Viola.

Nayla nodded, she perfectly understood the info Viola brought. Italian hotels and restaurants cost a lot, can be up to hundreds of billions and will trigger a huge conflict if one of them has fraudulent intentions.

"And you mean Raka already knew Mr. Aldi how?" ask Nayla. As if the first meeting of Raka and Aldi did not go so well because he accidentally spilled a drink on Agatha's shirt and made Raka angry. "Their first meeting was not so good," he said, replying to the pain by Viola.

"Pak Aldi used to invite me to the cafe and at that time I accidentally nyenggol Agatha until the drink spilled onto her shirt, Raka was angry and had a debate on the same sir Aldi," said Nayla. "Is that not their first meeting?"

Viola shook his head not knowing. "Tanyain with Raka. What's the problem with Gino?" Viola smiled - a smile of pleasure because it would discuss a Gino Sigra Pribawa. "What aja? Smeezer lelasin!"

Nayla put on a sour expression and then began to tell what she got after following Gino all day, Viola who heard that put on a sour expression, he wanted to switch positions with Nayla.

"Gino's expression is too difficult for me to read," said Nayla while remembering what expressions had appeared on the handsome face of Gino. "The term expression is hard to guess" he commented.

Viola nodded, he cupped his face and smiled sweetly. "That's why I fell in love with Gino, a guy like him just a little in this world, the rest is in the world of novels," he concluded. Viola pulled back his diary in Nayla's hands. "Lo's calm, definitely not Gino. He still can't sin."

Snorting, Nayla knocked on Viola's head. "Tomorrow I will follow Agatha because I believe the point of trouble is Agatha!" Hearing that Viola nodded, Nayla returned. "Agatha had said that she deliberately made Raka angry and ended up drunk that night, but the way Raka looked at me was really the devil's cake, maybe there's something that Agatha mixed into Raka's drink?"

Viola clapped once. "Agatha told people to mix medicine into Raka's drink so that Raka was hard to control herself!" shindig.

On the other side.

Morning time.

The guy with a long-sleeved black shirt whose arms were rolled up to the elbow was enthusiastically going down the stairs. He wanted to leave the house, yesterday when asked by the Papa to join a meeting Raka did not refuse with a guarantee today he will have fun.

Meet with Agatha.

"Hello, Honey?"

Mama who heard it shook her head understandably, young people who were in the middle of the kasmaran did rarely see the place.

"Have you taken a shower yet? Take a shower, let's go," Raka said to someone across the street. Raka opened the refrigerator door and grabbed an apple and bit it. "There's something I want to tell you, too" he said, then chuckled softly.

Mama pulled out a chair and asked Raka to sit there. Raka who was engrossed in the phone just nodded. "Kangen I tuh, you're 'clean, don't want to be a person."

"Today's plan I want to take you to KUA," he chanted and laughed, in contrast to mama who started eye-opening suspicious signs. "No-no, joked doang, will pass the new marriage yes." After that Raka nodded once and cleared her throat before turning off the connection.

"Telfonan equals Agatha, huh?" asked the mama who was replied nodding by Raka. Mama nodded briefly and advised, "So like you are the same Agatha? Though papa has forbidden you to like the same carelessly girl," said Mama again made a sudden expression Raka not tasty.

"Mom think Agatha's a bad girl?" asked Raka, from her voice already sounded bad. "You do not know who Agatha is yet," he continued with a faint smile and deheman softly by the newly emerged Papa.

"Then what do you talk about?"

"Agatha, today Raka wants to go with Agatha" exclaimed Mama.

"Well, can you not find another girl? Not him, he does not look good for you," papa's advice was replied by a snort by Raka. Raka when it comes to Agatha never messing around, she really loves that girl. "Papa's intuition is not really the same as your relationship," said papa again.

"Agatha's a good girl, Pa. She's the best girl Raka's ever met so far." Raka said seriously, when papa and mama again wanted to comment Raka hurriedly put down the spoon, fork and then rushed away. "Raka pay."

"Raka, horrified Papa first," cried papa but unfortunately the only child of his puppet was gone from his sight.

Pressing one button on the key where one of the luxury cars in his garage rang. The car this time that Raka will use is a red sport, a car that is very fitting to enjoy the morning weather with Agatha.

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Raka dares to fight his parents for Agatha. How does it feel to know that Agatha does not really like her?

greetings from me, my,

SYUGERR