LIABILITIES

LIABILITY; 8

WHO IS PRESENT?

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"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.

"Where's the heart? You have a mother who is also a woman, you should be able to mengerasain a little suffering I because of your actions. I don't ask for much, I just want to marry me, I don't want to make my parents disappointed. You know, I mean." Nayla is hysterical as the right hand of the maroon-clad boy holds the door handle. For a second Nayla gulped nervously as Raka turned around and eroded the distance between them.

"My mother's a fine woman, she's a wingless angel. And you are not a good woman because you want to be told someone to trap me just because of money, because, I know that pretentious face like you have a thousand ways for the hostage naklukin to kneel and not wrinkle. And the way you choose is really disgusting." Raka supported Nayla's movement on the wall next to the sofa. His two muscular hands were on the girl's right and left sides.

A cold sweat began to seep down Nayla's face. Raka carved a small grin. "Gue has a girl whose heart I have to take care of. And he's perfect more than you, I can't leave him for a disgusting chunk of rock even willing to lose his price on ...." Raka stared in disbelief at Nayla. The black iris intersects long enough on the brown iris that is getting red ready to remove a circle of water.

Nayla slapped Raka's left cheek very hard with her cold sweaty hands. The man's words were truly outrageous like an uneducated piece of trash. Only this time Nayla felt her life was really on the verge of collapse which was one step wrong then she would end up ill-fated. "Go from here" he said flatly.

"Gue just wanted to say that I can't do 'that'." Raka's still defending herself makes Nayla sick. Raka took a few steps back, Nayla's slap was not just loud however, completely sending heat until guilt slowly surfaced. "Gue is not a br3ngsek guy, or maybe you are br3ngsek because you pretend for money? The check I gave you less this morning? Until your charade continues today?"

In fact, Nayla threw the check into the trash after tearing it inhumanely. Nayla chuckles discordantly, when she realizes that this guy in a maroon shirt thinks he is pretending and performing just because of the rupiah? Nayla would sell her brain if it was just a matter of money.

"Gue hates you." That was all Nayla could say to avenge all the vile words from Raka. "Gue beg you to go," he said full of pain.

"Don't put on a sad pretentious face as if you're wrong." Raka denies it, taking out an expensive leather wallet from her pants pocket and ripping off three checks that were directly proffered at Nayla. "Stop your charade, don't make me feel guilty. Don't let my relationship and Agatha get ruined because of the lies you've made." Raka pulls Nayla's hand and puts three checks on it.

Nayla squeezed the check with a furious rage. "Lo has ruined my relationship, and in return your relationship must also be destroyed." Nayla said seriously. There was no fear at all in his mind when he said that sentence, if only the guy directly slapped or did violence to him, Nayla did not care anymore. His life has been destroyed, every word Raka like a sembilu that cuts the heart.

"Gue never ruined your relationship!" tampik Raka hard. Nayla stared angrily at Raka who was reciprocated by the guy. "Even if your relationship is destroyed, it's because you yourself have nothing to do with me," he continued sarcasm, after which walked towards the door and out of Nayla's room with a disgusted face.

"LO'S RELATIONSHIP WILL BE RUINED REMEMBER THAT, I NAYLA KAYANA WHO WILL BE THE CAUSE OF HIM!" nayla was hysterical. Raka halted her steps and twisted the body of 180°, a breathless and disgusted expression that dominated the man's face. Nayla clenched her hands tightly on both sides of her body. "Gue promise" he continued.

"And I Raka Dirgantara will not stay silent as long as you are off track, you dare to berakitin Agatha live lo floated in my hands." Raka took two steps forward. And without cueing the raw white wall until it sounded a loud thump, Nayla gulped nervously, Raka's face was enough to frighten her. "Gue doesn't like girl pain, but it looks like girl like you don't pantes dikasianin," he continued cynically.

Without saying again Raka immediately left not forgetting to slam the door hard enough so that Nayla jumped in shock. Nayla immediately ran towards the door and locked it tightly. "Gue will destroy your relationship!" the balance is full of anger.

Nayla ran to the bed and grabbed her laptop on the nightstand. The new story with the title 'Liability' is back in the mood that is completely destroyed. Nayla seriously wants to torture the character of the guy in her new story, making the main male lead frustrated and almost crazy because of facing a tough girl who does not hesitate to tease her.

"The Aerospace Crane." The name of the main character Nayla changed to the name Raka. In order for his imagination to torture the figure of Raka can be totality.

Elsewhere, but at the same time. Raka's figure was made dumbfounded because of the scenery that she shouldn't have seen. His heart ached again, his unstable emotions burned again, with his hands clenched firmly he approached a woman who was now sitting together with a formal dressed man who was older than him.

"Agatha," cried Raka. And the owner of the name opened his eyes and spontaneously stood up. "Who is he?" Raka pointed to a man who was thought to be older than himself, dressed formally and quite well established.

Agatha nodded, she smiled awkwardly as the intensity of Raka's gaze sharpened. "Di-a's my cousin," his alibi.

One eyebrow Raka raised. The figure of a formally dressed man thumped hard enough to attract Raka's attention. Raka looked down on the guy, due to his recklessness with his Agatha. "Who lo? Really cousin?" the question is disrespectful.

"Yes, I'm Agatha's cousin. Please sit down" he said kindly.

Agatha heaved a sigh of relief however, her hair suddenly bristled as Raka's whispering voice sounded non-playful. Agatha knew that a Raka Dirgantara was very, very, very overprotective, very possessive, considering her a precious diamond, claim it at will and close all access other men from all directions because of the possessive nature that is increasingly becoming.

"Don't mess around with Agatha, my patience is still a lot, but not as much as it used to be" whispered Raka right in Agatha's earlobe. The maroon-shirted guy then patted Agatha's head crest with anxiety.

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