Love Comes Because of the Unaccustomed

Jealous

Make my reader alluanyahhh.. othor apologize deeply yes.... Yesterday the day after othor not not not update. actually othor has been updated, but the review of NT luaaaamaaaa wasteet.. yesterday, othor had to re-upload new deh passed review...

Again, othor apologise yachhh....🙏🙏🙏

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" PARIS." cried Agam calling Paris who was far ahead of him.

Agam stood up immediately after getting a message from his friends. He ran after his wife who had also run far in front of him towards the parking lot.

Paris did not listen to Agam's call. His heart was still very upset and his chest felt hot. Arriving at the parking lot, Paris immediately climbed on Kevin's sports bike, because he had not brought a motorbike when he came to the Jojo campus. He was hugging Edo.

Paris started the bike, put on a helmet, and then turned the gas around violently so that the bike passed by.

" Paris." call Agam back when the motorbike riding Paris passes him just like that. But Paris was still riding the bike without even listening to Agam.

Agampun immediately headed to where his motorbike was parked. Fortunately, he did not bring a car this morning. By carrying a motorcycle, it will be easier for him to catch up with the wife who has been in front.

Brumm.... The sound of the roar of motor sport owned by Agam drove quickly to catch up with Paris which was not seen by him.

When he came out of the campus area, then Agam saw the silhouette of the motorbike used by Paris. Agam then chased after him even though he was not sure he could match the motorbike proposed by Paris.

A chase is inevitable. Paris increased the speed of his bike when he saw Agam chasing him. Paris shouted at his motorbike so skillfully. Likewise with Agam who does not want to be left further and further away from his wife.

Because Paris is good at wild racing, it is not difficult for him to continue driving without having to be caught by Agam. But luckily for Agam, in front, Paris was hit by a red traffic light. Then inevitably, Paris had to stop. I smiled when I saw Paris stop. He is accelerating the speed of his motorbike so that he can get closer to Paris.

Agam stopped his bike right next to Paris stopped. He opened his helmet and turned to the side, but unfortunately, Paris did not look back at him.

" Paris." call Agam, but get no answer from Paris at all.

" Ris, pull over. "he continued. " We talk. "

Paris is not still flinching. He was still staring straight ahead regardless of Agam who spoke earlier. Paris is interesting - the pull of its motor gas. Brumm.... Mmmm.... Mmmm...

Seeing the wife who did not want to listen to him, Agam immediately blocked the right hand of Paris which was on the handlebar of the motorbike. Paris tried to pull him off, but Agam's checks were pretty strong.

" We pull over first. "the order of Agam.

" Take off my hand. "collapsed Paris.

" We pull over first, I just released. " Agam orders back.

Tin... Tin... Tin... The sound of horns coming from behind them was very crowded.

" Detach! " paris snapped back while staring intently at Agam.

" No, before you obey me. "

" Can't you see? You are not denger? The traffic lights are green. The car in the back was so noisy, " cried Paris.

" Lion. I don't care. I will not let you go before you obey what I ask ", said Agam.

Tin.... Tin... Tin...

The car behind them sounded the horn. Paris looked unkindly back.

" If you don't let go of my hand, how can I pull over? " Paris finally gave up.

Agam smiled faintly as he looked at his hand that was blocking Paris's hand. Then he slowly came out.

" We pull over there" he said, pointing to the side of the road opposite the traffic light.

An opportunity not wasted by Paris. He smiled grinning. When Agam took off his check, Paris immediately turned the handlebar of his motorbike and drove quickly.

" ****!! " said Agam when he saw the wife just drove quickly to leave him. He immediately drove his motorcycle at full speed to pursue his wife. The chase continues again.

Agam is desperate to block Paris in front. He knew it was dangerous. But he is also confident in the ability of Paris that will be nothing.

Ciiiit...

Paris brakes his motorbike to cause a squeaking sound between the tire and asphalt road. Parisian motorbike is also a little shabby. But he who is already an expert in riding a motorcycle, finally he can stop the bike perfectly without falling.

Furious, Paris took off his helmet and immediately got off the bike, then walked up to Agam.

Agam who saw Paris walking over, just smiled thinly while taking off his helmet and put it on top of his motor tank.

" Lo crazy? " squealed Paris as he was near Agam. " You want to fuck both of us. You want to get Jibril's angel now, YES? " shouted Paris while letting out his emotions. " If you want to go with the angel Gabriel now, then go alone. I'm ogah. I still want to feel the beauty of the world. "continued Paris.

Agam was still silent listening to all the words of Paris that looked very emotional. He'll wait until Paris is done getting all his anger out. And sure enough, after taking all the swearing and screaming, now Paris was silent with her chest up and down after evaporating her emotions.

" Have you finished? Did you get out of all your anger? " ask gently Agam then get off the top of the bike. Paris only glanced at Agam.

" If I don't do this, you won't stop. I asked well before without putting our lives at risk, but you did not want to" Agam continued.

Paris, who was still upset by what he saw on the Agam campus, only glanced at Agam, then about to turn his body back to his motorbike, but his arm was immediately strangled by Agam.

" Where are you going? Hem's? " ask Agam.

" Go home" answered Paris.

" We talk first, and then we go home. Do not carry a motor in an emotional state. Dangerous. " said Agam, then he took off his hand checks in the hands of Paris.

Not wanting to be helped again, Agam walked closer to the Paris bike, then took the keys and pocketed it.

" Reverse the key of the motor." said Paris ketus while raising his hand.

" no. Before we talk. "

Paris breathed a heavy sigh. " What do you want to talk about? Spoonfuls. I don't have much time. "

" just a second. You wait there, " said Agam while pointing towards the side of the road that there is a shade tree. Then he went back to the Paris bike, and led him to the side of the road. He also took his bike to the side of the road.

" Here, what do you want to say. "

" I had nothing to do with that girl. So don't get angry " said Agam to the point.

" Paris smiled cynically. " Who is angry. "

" You. Didn't you just deliberately throw your bag over the girl's head? Then you hurriedly left with a reddened face with eyes gleaming with emotion. Even you drive a motorcycle crazy, " replied Agam for sure.

" That was unintentional. Who told his head there when I really want my bag. "

" Where should his head be if not there? "

" Put it down. Noh under the table. "

" There-there are you. I'm sorry. Were you jealous when you saw me with that girl? " tanya Agam probing.

" Why jealous too! "

" Are you sure you're jealous? " tease Agam while smiling because it feels funny with the current behavior of Paris who looks upset, frown, manyun, and misbehavior simultaneously.

Paris shook her head tightly.

" okay. If you are not jealous. Then can I stay close to him? " Som teased Paris back.

Paris did not answer, but the one Agam caught, Paris glanced at him sharply.

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