Loving my best friend's sister

It's Takes Time

Brandon drove his car at high speed to get to the hospital, and saw the state of his adored girl.

When we got there, we saw some of Elgar's men standing guard outside the room.

"Excuse me sir, how is my lover? Ehh! she meant the girl, Marsya." Brandon asked clumsily, he's awkward not playing.

The man messed up when he saw Brandon who looked very wrong.

"She was fine, just unconscious because of the influence of alcohol and sleeping pills. Lucky we acted fast, otherwise your little girl would've slept with an om-om." Obviously the man, while staring at the teenager in front of him.

"What do you mean?"

"Your little girl is sold by her friends on om-om money." Answer the man. Brandon clenched his hands, he was so angry at this moment that his face flushed red.

"Has the perpetrator been arrested?" Ask Brandon.

"That's our big boss's business, tomorrow you'll see." Reply to the man with a flat facial expression.

"Can I see the om-om who bought my girl, sir?"

The man reached into the cell phone from the pocket of his uniform, and revealed the face of a middle-aged man with a half-bald head.

"His sense of face is familiar sir, do you know her, or do you know her name?"

"That's it, I'm like you too. I think I've seen that face, but I forgot the name and where." Answer the man.

"Well, what's your name?"

"Satria, my name is Satria." The man answered, who was named Satria.

"I'd like to see how things are, sir, may I?"

"Please, but before Miss Marsya is declared okay by the doctor we'll stay here, because this is the big boss's order." Reply Satria.

"Good." Brandon entered slowly, and closed the door again.

He sat down on the side of Marsya's gurney, he clasped the girl's hand.

"Wake up, you're not worried about your mother waiting for your return?"

"I'm sorry, you're like this because of me. It's all my fault, but I can't prevent this growing feeling in my heart. You make my days more colorful, you make me work."

"So wake up, after this I promise to always take care of you, Marsya."

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In the morning, Marsya slowly opened her eyelids. He glanced left and right, but nil he did not recognize this place, it felt foreign to him.

He got up and sat his body slowly, shaking his head expelling the dizziness that was still felt.

"Where am I?" He muttered, but when he saw there was an infusion pole, he knew that this was in the hospital.

When looking down, he saw someone fall asleep face down with one hand holding his hand.

"Scent this, this hair too. Is this you brother?" Marsya asked softly, although there was no answer because Brandon was still asleep. Last night he stayed at the hospital, accompanying Marsya.

Until Brandon began to piqued with sunlight peering through the window of Marsya's room.

She looked up and as soon as a sweet smile rose from both corners of her lips, she immediately got up and kissed Marsya on the forehead.

Marsya sculpted, only this time there was a man who dared to kiss her. His face was flushed like a tomato, as well as his heart that was pounding incoherently. Maybe she's in love with Brandon?.

"You're aware, honey, is anyone sick?" Brandon asked, after Brandon's words made Marsya flutter.

"Just get a little dizzy, a little." Marsya answered softly.

"Huh, thank goodness. You're making me worry." Brandon rubbed the back of Marsya's hand gently.

"Why didn't you call me when that woman was bothering you?"

"I'm sorry I can't keep brother's gift."

"Who thinks about it, I'm more worried about you Marsya." Brandon replied, a little upset.

"Aren't you angry?"

"For? Is it because of the cell phone? No, it's just an item that can be bought anytime again. But you? I'm sure there's no girl like you." Brandon.

"Sister mean?"

"You appear as you are, without exaggerating anything. And that's what makes me like you, Marsya." Brandon said seriously.

Deggs...

A Brandon likes a poor girl like her? Ohh, is this a dream? But this is reality, Marsya!

"Don't make me expect too much brother, brother is too good for me."

"I can be evil to protect you" Brandon replied steadily, without the slightest hesitation in his speech or gaze.

Marsya was silent, only this time there was a man who bluntly liked his simple attitude. Very much different when she was in a relationship with a man before her, they wanted Marsya to be transformed into someone else. And when Marsya refuses, they leave.

Some retreated slowly, some were bar-bars to say harsh words, kampungan lah, poor girls, and more. That's the reason why he doesn't want to be too easy to fall in love. All just sweet at the beginning.

Men only fight at the beginning, after he gets what they want, they will go with pride because they have managed to conquer women. Didn't they? Okay, author has been doing it himself😁

"So, what's your brother's concern all along for that reason?"

"Yes, I like you. Even at the beginning of our meeting as we gathered in the staff room." Answer Brandon. Marsya fell silent again, right her mother said. No pair of pure humans are 100% just friends, there must be one who expects more relationships.

"Do you want to be my lover, Marsya?" Brandon asked, braving. Although he never shot women, because from the first woman who always expressed her feelings first.

And Brandon's fucekboy soul thrives, until he becomes a playboy. Even in his old school, he was nicknamed 'King Archer' by other children. Because his hobbies change women and often make them cry with his charm arrows. Although only limited to having fun without damaging, but still.

"I'll think of her sister, I'm traumatized by a relationship. I'm often disappointed, especially with my current situation."

"So, I need some time to get my heart back together." Answer Marsya.

"Don't reason to take time, but you want to reject me Marsya. I'm sincere, I accept you for what's up."

"Will you survive if I don't have anything precious to offer you?" Ask her.

"You mean?"

"I was drunk, which I remember I was taken to the hotel and a man came into the room. After that I don't remember anymore." Clearly Marsya, fear is very obvious on his face.

"You holy darling, I dare guarantee that om-om didn't manage to fuck you."

"Why can you be so sure?" Ask Marsya.

"Because Mr. El's men saved you, and brought you here. Even if he does, I'm asking if your core area hurts or hurts?" Ask Brandon back.

"No."

"Then what are you worried about, baby?" Ask Brandon again.

"Stay, I need time to think about everything."

"Huhh well, I'll wait for your answer dear." Brandon said lethargic, he had sighed several times because of his nervousness, and was curious about Marsya's answer, but the answer was the same. He asked for time to think about everything.

Really it makes a Brandon feel hanging his feelings!

Karma time yes, it used to be playin girl😂

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