Miss Culun And Mr. Arrogants

Meet Again

'Oh, my god, He is handsome and perpect. Which prince is this before me?'

Keysa's eyes could not blink when he saw the princely man standing beside him. Even hearing the man speak with the receptionist alone had already made his heart frown. Keysa looked at the man from top to bottom. Handsome face with sexy reddish thick lips, beautiful eyes with black-shaped eyebrows, pointed nose, jet black hair with an increasingly charming undercut style. There was not a single part of the man's face that Keysa did not worship. A word describing the man to Keysa, 'perfect'. His eyes really adored the handsome man who had a height of about 190 cm with a proportional body shape. In fact, Keysa could imagine that behind the shirt and suit the man was wearing was a ripped bread hidden away, making him smile at himself.

Until the man walked away from her side, Keysa's eyes continued to follow where the man was stepping. Until, he realized something.

"Well, my God, where's my bag?" Keysa suddenly remembered his lost bag. "Where is my bag? Though in it there is an identity card and a letter of notification of acceptance of new students." Keysa tried to remember where he lost his bag.

"Damn!" rutuk Keysa when remembering the bag. He lost his bag while bathing in the bus stopover he was riding and ended up having to carry a bag that he did not know at all, because there was only that bag left. "So far as I have to? I might have to go back to that place and look for it, which I myself do not know who took. Everything was in that bag. How am I supposed to get into college if this is how it works?" Keysa let out a rough breath. Just now he had the pleasure of seeing the prince of dreams, had to fall again with the misfortune that was still approaching.

Along with that, his phone suddenly rang. Keysa then hacked his phone in a bag.

"Who?" he murmured when he saw an unknown number on the screen. "There's nothing wrong with being lifted, who knows what's important" he murmured again, then swiped the green button on the screen. "Hello ..." said Keysa a little hesitant as soon as the call was connected. He was afraid that the family would call him with a new number.

"Hello. Is this with Miss Keysa Indira Fidelya?" ask a guy from across the street.

From the voice that was heard, Keysa did not recognize the person. However, he breathed a sigh of relief meaning it was not his family.

"Yes" Keysa replied. "Sorry who it is with, huh? What's the need?" ask him carefully.

"Your body is with me. If you still need it, come here" said the caller without further ado.

"My bag is on you?" Keysa's face immediately stopped as soon as he heard the bag was still there. "I need it so much. I'll come to get it" Keysa continued.

"OKs. L waited. The place I sent through the message," the man concluded, then the call was interrupted.

A moment later, a message came in from the number that Keysa had just dialed. The man asked Keysa to come to a nightclub whose address was not too far from where he was staying.

"Ok, my dear bag wait for me to pick her up," muttered Keysa with a smile. He is still in his bag.

He also stepped his feet to immediately go to the address sent by the caller. But just a few steps, he stopped his steps when he saw the reflection of his shadow on the glass wall. "I'd better justify my makeup first that was messy because of the Semberono," said Keysa, blaming Devano for what happened to his appearance.

Keysa turned around, went to the room first. He rushes to clean his face, then makes it back up. Her whites she conjured into browning with the application of makeup used. Hair that has turned curly, Keysa make a braid two. Not forgetting the thick glasses he also deliberately wear to block his beautiful eyes.

"Beautiful" he muttered as he looked in the mirror as soon as he finished dressing up. "But, the opposite," he continued with a whimper. However from now on he must get used to such appearances, for the sake of smoothness in his escape.

Once he finished makingover himself, Keysa set off for the promised address.

"Just get in." From behind the phone, the man asked Keysa to come in, then ended the call.

Keysa let out a rough breath. Inevitably, for the sake of the bag he had to enter the nightclub before him. He also entered the place of people looking for pleasure with drunkenness while jogging is not because of it. Flickering lights and the sound of Jedad-jedud music greeted Keysa as soon as he arrived inside. Keysa then circled his gaze in all directions, looking for the person carrying his bag, but there was no one who carried the bag there. Only people who were drinking and joggers were not clear that caught Keysa's eye.

"Where is he?" muttered Keysa to himself, while walking mingled with the people of the club.

Keysa's face has been polished as ugly as possible, even thick glasses and two-braided hair support his appearance. However, Keysa's beautiful curves like a Spanish guitar can not be covered. Keysa's body highlighted by disco lights managed to make a group of drunkards approach him, they were tempted by the shape of Keysa's body.

"Hi, beautiful alone?" greet someone with a breath smelling of alcohol, flirting.

Keysa is not. He kept walking past some drunkards who were blocking him.

"Where are you going? Hurrying too?" One of them blocked Keysa's hand. "We haven't met, you know!" he continued with a voice that had started to run down, even the man was already unable to stand up straight.

"sorry. I have business. Excuse me," Keysa replied as decently as possible while trying to get his hands off the drunkard's check.

"Don't be too hasty! We have fun here first," continued the man, while menoel chinah memilih keysa. Let alone drunk people, normal people must be crazy about the beautiful chin that is so mendogaing.

"Don't touch me!" Keysa brushed off the impolite man's hand.

Instead of being afraid, the group of people even more tempting Keysa. He was caught in the midst of the drunkards, until someone he knew passed by his side. The opportunity to get out of the drunkards, Keysa immediately wrapped his hands in the arms of the man who was none other than Devano. Making Devano instantly stop his steps and glance at Keysa.

"You?" Devano narrowed his eyes as soon as he knew who the person next to him was. "You're following me, aren't you?" tanya while trying to release the hand that was coiled on her arm.

"No. I'm not following you. But, I beg you to help me!" keysa said, without letting go of his hand.

Davino's laughter broke upon hearing Keysa's words. He was sure that the woman beside him was deliberately following him. "Fix you did follow me." Davino glanced at Keysa's hand that was clutching tightly to his arm. "Basic mode!" tease Davino.

"I didn't follow you" Keysa added, but Davino did not believe and instead continued to make fun of and laugh at Keysa.

'Oh my God, other than narcissistic cross the line. It really made me dart, ' Keysa said in his heart.

Wanting to, he silenced the mouth that kept making fun of him, if it could be finished all of you. However, Devano was the only person he knew at the place, only Devano was the only person who could help him.

"Mr Devano, please help me! Please!" Keysa clenched his hands together with one hand still faithfully coiled in Devano's arm. In order to get the bag and get out of the drunkards, Keysa had to lower his ego a bit. Let it be made fun of even the most important thing his wish is achieved.