Marrying my Dark Beloved Friend
Chapter 49
Chapter 49
Not long after, Rian came over to Alea with two cups of ice cream. After waiting in line for quite a while, he was finally able to get the ice cream Alea asked for.
"I'm sorry, you waited a long time, huh?" rian asked as he held out a cup of ice cream for Alea. He felt guilty for Alea for having to wait a long time.
"It's okay, Kok. There was someone here, he invited me to talk so I wasn't bored" Alea said honestly. He started to put a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.
"Oh yeah? He's dude?" rian asked curiously. Because if indeed the one who invited Alea's obrol from earlier was a man, it was certain that the man would be jealous blind.
"girl, really. He's got our kayak story" Alea said. For a moment, he set his gaze towards the vast expanse of the sea.
Rian breathed a sigh of relief as it turned out that the person Alea was referring to was a fellow female. "meaning? What story?" asked Rian curiously.
"No, it's okay, it's okay." Alea put a spoonful of ice cream back in her mouth.
"What the hell? What's the story?" Rian continued to shower Alea with the question because it was too curious.
"No, it's okay. Not so," said Alea lightly. He really enjoyed the strawberry-flavored ice cream. While Rian chose ice cream with chocolate flavor variants.
"What story try? Don't make me curious dong," persuaded Rian continuously because he really wanted to know what Alea and the woman were talking about.
"No. Just forget it," Alea replied lightly as she continued to eat her ice cream.
Rian let out a long sigh, finally giving in as usual. "Yes, finish the ice cream," Rian replied.
While at the beach, Rian and Alea spent their time sitting on the beach. Alea just wanted to enjoy the sound of the pounding waves that were so soothing to her heart and mind.
Sometimes they walk along the beach. Not to forget, Rian also photographed Alea. However, while walking towards the back because while photographing Alea, suddenly Rian's feet mired into the sand hole. The hole was likely made by children who used to play sand there.
"Oh," cried Rian as his legs ached.
"Rian? Are you okay?" asked Alea in an anxious tone. He immediately pulled Rian's hand so that the man did not fall more and more.
"I am okay, but my leg is like a sprain, it hurts," replied Rian according to how felt.
"Let's sit there first," Alea asked as she reached Rian to the seat there.
"Well, when it fell. But why is it so painful, yes," the man complained as he hissed in pain.
"Well, how's dong going, Rian? I'm trying to ask people first, yes, where the massage place, so that later you can be immediately seijit." Alea stood up to go ask about the location of the masseuse.
The woman can't drive a car, what if Rian can't drive a car, then how do they get home?
Alea's hand was pulled by Rian. "Oh, it hurts a lot." Rian's face looked so painful.
"Well, what dong Rian is, I'm so confused." Alea showed a face that was so worried and anxious.
"Let's kiss my cheek, it'll heal right away, hehe" whispered Rian right into Alea's ear. Makes Alea pursed her lips.
"Geez, Rian. You're pretending to be sick, aren't you?" asked Alea in an annoyed tone. The woman patted Rian's hand in annoyance. "Ish, really nice."
When Alea looked so upset, Rian immediately landed his lips on Alea's rosy cheeks. Makes the woman smile embarrassed and misbehaved.
He continued to run, while Alea continued to chase after the man. "Rian sucked, Rian sucked," his sneer was like a child.
"Ehhh, it's stopped." Rian finally stopped. "Don't run around, you'll have why."
"You're so sweet." Alea continued to grumble.
"Yes-yes, sorry," said Rian. He then invited Alea for breakfast as well as lunch, because the clock had shown ten o'clock in the morning. They also eat in a small restaurant.
They're on the beach until noon. While in the car, Rian suddenly called by his sister, Raisa.
"Hello, Sa? What's up?" ask Rian while driving a car. Alea who was beside him, occasionally glanced at the man.
"Abang, I'd like to ask you to please, wouldn't I?" ask Raisa from the other end of the phone.
"Of course you can dong, you are like anyone," said Rian told her that her sister did not hesitate to ask her for help.
"You want, keep Rara at home? I'm even bothering to cook for Arisan, Rafi is also not home. Again take care of the work he said," said Raisa with a slick tone. He desperately needed help from his only brother.
"Now?" ask Rian who is still on that trip.
"Yes, now, Bang. I'm cooking this." Raisa sounds very riweh with her cooking activities.
"Okay, I'm going there now." Rian guaranteed the request of the younger brother, without informing Alea first.
After hanging up the phone, Alea just asked what was being talked about between Rian and Raisa.
"Raisa why?" aela asked as she set her eyes on Rian's face.
"She asked me to help take care of Rara, her son" replied Rian. "You want to come along? Come with me, you can learn momong son, right?" rian asked Alea who was actually more likely to be pushy.
"Oh yes" said Alea. He only obeyed the man next to him.
Rian, who was still driving, quickly drove his car to Raisa's house. It just so happened that the distance from where Rian called Raisa, was not far from the woman's house.
After about thirty minutes of travel, Rian and Alea finally arrived at Raisa's house.
Tock-tock.
Rian knocked on the door of the sister's house. While Alea, her legs were one step behind Rian. The woman is actually a little stubborn if you have to meet Raisa again.
He was afraid that he would not be able to resist his jealousy towards Raisa, the woman who is currently so loved by Rafi. But, there is no harm in trying. Hopefully he will no longer be jealous when he sees Raisa. Although he said, there was no Rafi there.
Not long after, there was Raisa's maid who came to open the door on them.
"Did you?" welcome Raisa to the older sister, who then turns to Alea. "Well, there's Alea too." Raisa hugged Alea, while Alea could only watch all of this. Afterwards, Alea and Rian were welcome to enter his house.
"Oh, sorry it's a mess" Raisa said when she saw the messy atmosphere of her house. Actually it is ordinary.
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