MISS MAFIA AND DOCTOR CHARMING

DON'T LET

Tara squirms her body that was originally curled up in a sideways position.

Just now he was planning to make his sleeping position more comfortable when a consciousness made Tara reflex to open her eyes, sitting just on the carpet that had been his bed since last night.

It turns out it's noon.

Tara found out through the bright light that appeared from the window with her curtain slightly blurred.

Tara was amazed, because she could have fallen asleep on the floor which was only carpeted.

If not for the condition of his body is very tired ..where maybe Tara can fall asleep like a fainting person.

Increasingly finding awareness, Tara's ears have caught the noise of rushing water over the tile.

"Rain ...?" Tara sizzled softly, as if to herself.

He yawned for a moment before deciding to get up and stand up.

Turning her waist to the left, there was a crisp sound of the spine like a relaxation, but while Tara did the same thing to the right .. Her movements suddenly stopped once she found the view of the empty bed leaping.

"Where's Miss Alga?"

Rushing Tara's steps swung closer, again she spoke to herself.

"He doesn't exist. Did he go ...?"

Tara's head shook his head, as his pair of eyes caught Alga's backpack that was still rolling lethargic at the foot of the bed, and it becomes increasingly doubtful when his eyes also catch the presence of Algae cell phones on the table, connected to the electricity by a charger socket.

Not likely.

Tara knew exactly that Algae couldn't have gone without carrying a cell phone whose value might have been equivalent to that of the woman's life.

Why Tara can call it that, no other because Alga was even desperate not to go up to the heli with Kim and Mike, choosing to return to the bungalow and surrounded by Rob and his men, he said, just because Alga is not willing to leave his phone.

Immediately Tara grabbed the phone that was turned off.

Still with the condition connected to the charger socket, now Tara began to fondle the flat object in the shape of a rectangle, paying attention carefully with the face look fancied.

"What's so special about this phone, that it can make Miss Mafia ignore her own safety ...?"

Brains ...!

The door spread wide with a little energy, and the figure of Alga appeared there just like that, looking a little wet.

The woman was also seen carrying several white crackle bags in her left hand at once.

"Keep your hands off my phone ...!"

As soon as he saw the sight of Tara still cradling his phone, Alga moved as fast as a bullet, instantly taking over the flat object from Tara's hand with a rough movement. So rough the connecting connector from the charger socket just detached from the outlet attached to the wall.

"Woowww .. wooowww..why are you such an angry bull?" Tara could not hide her gasp expression.

"Shut up ...!"

"Miss Alga, you don't have to overdo it. I just touched your phone for a few seconds, and you're like this ..."

"What did you touch my phone for? Huh uh?!" sergeant Alga with a fierce face, after taking over the phone from Tara's hand, with a very rough movement.

Tara fell silent.

'For what ...?'

'Yes yeah .. why did I touch this tigress thing ...?'

Tara scratched her non-itchy nape with a astonished, confused facial expression on her own.

"If you dare touch my phone again, then I swear I'll break your finger ..."

"Huussh ... Shhhh ..."

"What the hell!"

"Try to get rid of your bad habits, which threaten me haphazardly ..."

"That's because you also have a bad habit, who likes to touch all mine." the Algae instead replied with a duck's cuckoo intonation to hear Tara's advice.

"Well, I'm sorry, even though I didn't mean anything when I touched your phone. I admit, I'm just a little curious ..."

Tara looked at Alga who was also staring at her, and the two only realized the distance between them that turned out to be quite close.

"You .. raining ..." Tara's voice shouts when she sees a splash of rain between the jet-black strands of Algae hair.

Alga wavers to find Tara's intense gaze for her.

"Wash your head with water, and dry it with a towel. You can get a headache if you ignore the splash of rainwater ..."

Alga fell silent, but in fact her heart had been gently rustling as it received Tara's little attention for her.

Realized by the proximity of their bodies that almost docked, Alga pulled back his body first, then dragged his steps toward the sofa.

Alga put the white crackle that had been in his left hand on the table, still without saying anything.

"Where have you been?" tara asked as if she deliberately wanted to divert the awkwardness that existed.

Tara's pair of eyes still faithfully skinned every movement of the Algae from where it stood.

"Buying food, some bread packs, and some bottles of mineral water .." replied Algae wirih, trying hard to master the nervousness that suddenly struck the soul.

"Creally ...? Well, it turns out women as rough as you can be attentive too ..."

Alga glanced at Tara sharply. "What do you mean ...?"

"Nothing, I just want to say that it just so happens that my stomach is really hungry."

Tara's smile spread perfectly when answering it, in contrast to Alga who immediately threw away her face found that cheerful and handsome face.

"Wait a minute. I'm gonna go to the bathroom to clean myself up, and then we're gonna eat together ..."

"But ..."

Float.

Algae no longer have the opportunity to do the rejection, because the figure of Tara has disappeared behind the bathroom door in a carefree whistling style.

After the death of Tara, Alga is still standing upright sculpting.

The atmosphere of the room was quiet again, there was only the sound of the rustling rain out there.

'We ...?'

'Does that mean me and him ...?'

'Eating together ...?'

Somehow Alga felt both cheeks warm .. then his heart again pounded strangely ...

'He is a man I hate ...'

'I even dreamed of taking his life ...'

Algae body slumped lethargic on the sofa, but his pair of eyes could not switch from the bathroom door that was still tightly clenched.

The sound of water gurgling is heard from inside there.

'Oh God .. lest I like it .. lest it ...'

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