LIABILITIES
LIABILITY; 7
ABSEN DULUU GUYS💜
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The head of a guy with sunglasses poked through the door. Clucked. "Who was crying there? Lack of work, I wonder. Who's it gonna draw attention to, anyway?"
Nayla almost cursed herself for always forgetting to lock the door. The voice of the man who suddenly disturbed his crying session was very familiar, imprinted and stored in his own space in the heart named hate. Nayla hates the guy, so she stands up and ruffles not forgetting to grab the duster just in case this crazy guy comes back to do something indecent.
"Hey, girl. Weeping, huh?" He asked rhetorically. Nayla glared her eyes until the veins on her neck stood out. "Let's glare, move aside I'm coming in!" The guy shifted Nayla's body position with one move.
"Why did you enter my apartment again? Want to 'discipidap' me again?" frontal tanyanya. The guy noticed hearing and stepped inside until he reached Nayla's room. "WOI! SETA." Nayla was no longer able to hold her mouth back from cursing. His educated mouth that will only speak material and other classy things is now tarnished because of the behavior of a man who is completely unknown to him.
"In your room there's a demon?" The maroon-clothed man asked dumbly as he turned the pillow on the side of the bed brutally. "Lo melihara se ... AW ... AW... Why are you my jeweler's right, am I wrong?"
Pake everything asked!
Nayla is fretting harder, not satisfied with just punching him directly twisting the guy's ears until it spins and is completely red. "The division of the brain in the fetus of your mother seems not to be part of it, it is proven that there is no brain!" means fiery.
"That's a damn thing, you're looking, yeah? AW ... My ears are breaking up Girl!" Her voice grew shrill as Nayla twisted more and more without feeling. Guys dressed in dungunya maroon to make Nayla this anxious, really can not be trusted if he also took away her honor as a girl. "You want what? We peace?" His fingers raised to form the letter peace.
Nayla squinted her eyes. "Tell?" the investigation is suspicious. The guy nodded, Nayla hissed and took off her twisting. Nayla gave a small laugh as the man stirred and murmured while rubbing his ears. "Lo touched me, what if I was pregnant? The responsibility, well," he said, calmed down.
The man bent his body, took an object that was pushed into the bed. His smile widened, an expensive black object in his hand was flipped and cleaned so that the dust attached immediately scrambled. "Dapet's my phone, thanks 'well, I'm going first."
Nayla blinked twice. His mouth was open almost gaping, the man again stepped away until the pull on the collar made him stop. Nayla's eyes glared fiercely. "Who's your name?"
"Kepo," said the plate. The next second she complained because Nayla slapped her cheek until it was thrown to the side. "Lo slap me?" tanyanya does not understand.
"According to you?"
"Lo slap me!”
"Pake was all asked, why? Want more?"
Nayla glared more and more, raised her right fist and blown repeatedly wanting to scare. "Responsibility 'well, new 'deh, I'm freelin!” Nayla gave an absolute offer. The legs of the level are getting closer and closer to wanting to increase the distance with the guy in the maroon shirt. Surprisingly the guy was just silent, his thin lips twitching strangely speaking indistinctly-mockingly.
His name is Raka Dirgantara, its characteristics; not too white, tall, sturdy, has a shady black iris and at any time turns violent as an animal. Raka's life is too relaxed, his future is guaranteed and really bright, his brain is not too smart nor too stupid in short, just mediocre. A Raka Dirgantara, has a girl who is very much loved, she is Agatha Queenera. And Raka has claimed that the girl is his future wife, who is now still a girlfriend.
A Nayla Kayana is nothing compared to Agatha Queenera. If Raka is a curse, Agatha is a diamond in the middle of a rock and Nayla is just a stone in the middle of another stone. Of course, I didn't get a glint at all. Raka dodged the moment the little fist the girl wanted to hit her face, the corner of her lips lifted up reviewing the small smile as the second punch of Nayla's fist could be grasped.
Nayla glares increasingly fiercely. "Get off my hands Crazy guy." Nayla is hysterical when Raka just keeps quiet. The thin smile she was talking about was completely deadly, Nayla gulped in dismay with her fate now. "Gue's just holding you accountable, is that wrong?" it turned soft.
Raka took off her grasp, shrinking the thin smile that was decorating her face. Raka began to be interested in the topic that Nayla discussed, about her doing unnatural 'things', even to just kiss Agatha her body was already shaking, especially on a girl who was completely unknown. However, from the look of Nayla's increasingly sad face, making Raka quite unpleasant if you return to talking guyon. This time Raka's serious side was attached, pushing her side of the rim away.
"What am I doing?" ask Raka at the end.
Nayla sat on the tile, Raka chose to retreat and lean on the drawer cabinet that was as high as her waist. Nayla glanced at the guy, for some reason if in such serious fashion the good looks of a maroon-covered guy whose name is still a mystery really captivates the heart. Nayla shook her head slowly, trying to focus on the topic.
"Lo came to my apartment drunk and mentioned Agatha's name repeatedly. Lo nyium cave twice trus diskidipapapap. You understand, right?" Nayla turned to the guy, squinting her eyes full of probing when she got no response at all except a flat face. "Gue talks to the wall, not to lo" he said.
Raka nodded. "Next talk to the wall, I want to go home." Raka puts the phone in her pants pocket and rushes away, but Nayla gets in the way by stretching her arms wide. Raka's forehead shriveled. "That's all right, who wants to talk about it? Now I want to go home with business."
Nayla shakes. "Responsible, marry me - marry me," she pleaded. Nayla's brown net was widened, as the maroon-covered guy sniggered cynically looking unconcerned. Does he have no heart at all? Nayla insisted on not moving on her footing despite being pushed repeatedly.
"Gue's got Agatha, she's everything to me. And I can't possibly marry you whose name I just don't know, and another one -- girl like you really isn't my taste," concluded Raka then pushed the joints a little hard until Nayla's waist hit the table.
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ONE WORD TO NAYLA!
ONE WORD FOR RAKA!
SOMEHOW I DON'T FEEL GOOD ABOUT MYSELF, REALLY NEKAD MAKE A STORY THAT MUST MAKE THE WORDS JOROK😔
GREETINGS FROM ME, PLEASE,
SYUGERR
