Mr. Arrogant'S First Love

Meet Uncle and Aunt

Love is not about what you see, but what you feel. Not about being tied to a relationship, but about being able to feel free to express feelings. Not a relationship that will bind, but a feeling. How many relationships there are but the feeling of not understanding each other. Vice versa, even though not in one relationship, mutual worrying actually occurs. Whether this is right or wrong, let this feeling flow by itself.

Rendy stared at the screen of her phone. The reply message he got from Kian did not remove his worries at all. Every time the girl said she was okay, Rendy thought otherwise. I don't know why he cares about Kian. Although there is already Viona, the girl who became her lover almost three years ago. He himself was confused by his feelings. She loves Viona, but also doesn't want to be away from Kian. From the beginning who only greeted, continued to care, and the more here Rendy drifted with her feelings.

Is he really okay? Why hasn't he come back yet?

His mind is still floating about Kian. I hope that girl is really okay.

The car stopped at a shopping mall. The driver went out first to open the door of his young master. After Arkan came down, followed by Kian. They entered the shopping center. Kian just followed Arkan's footsteps from behind. Some people look at it strangely. Why do women wear men's clothes. Does he have any abnormalities. That's how their eyes look.

Raise the head cover of the jacket until his face cannot be seen clearly. Then their footsteps suddenly came to a halt in the area of women's clothing sales.

"Select one of these clothes and put it on!" Arkan pointed at the hanging array of dresses and then his hands pointed towards the changing room.

Ck. It was so tickling that he told me to pick only one outfit. Yeah, that's better than having to wear these clothes.

According to the orders. Take one dress, take it to the dressing room. A few minutes later she came out in a red dress. Arkan who was waiting for him outside barely blinked. His eyes looked at the girl in disbelief.

He's good too!

Wait, did I just praise him?

"Replace!" said Arkan flat.

"Eh?" Kian gawking in disbelief.

"HURRY UP!!" The man opened his eyes.

Kian rushed to pick up one more dress, taking it to the dressing room.

"Replace!" that word always comes out of Arkan's mouth when Kian just came out of the dressing room. Makes the girl upset. I eat it in my heart.

What does he want?

And this is the tenth time Kian has been in and out of the dressing room. The girl almost threw the clothes on Arkan's face. Out of regret.

Kian stomped his feet to take the last dress on the hanger. If the young master still told him to replace it, Kian would actually throw the clothes on his face.

"Enough!" Arkan finally stopped his actions.

You really want to prank me. Just watch out for you!

After being satisfied with Kian, the man headed for the payment section. And strangely Kian saw all the clothes he had tried were already at the cashier. Arkan asked the cashier to wrap everything up and pay the total price. He looked at the man strangely. I can't guess his way of thinking.

"Bring!" Arkan told Kian to carry all the shopping bags. Because the contents of the bag were all Kian's.

"Is this all for me, sir?" tanya Kian hesitated.

"If you don't want to I can give it to the waiter at home" she replied.

"No!!" He almost screamed. "Of course I want to. Thanks, master!" girang reply. Behind his face, Arkan also smiled hearing that.

They both returned to the car to continue their journey. They themselves do not know where they are going. What is clear is that the road they go through does not lead to a hotel or to an inn. Leering at Arkan through the edge of his eyes, the man was focusing on staring at the screen of his phone. The girl turned her gaze to look out the window, during the night the green scene she had seen earlier in the day was only covered by a thick fog. He also had time to see the entrance of the villa that he often passed with Uncle and Aunt while at the top. The usual place they stay.

As Kian plays back his memories of vacationing with his family, the driver stops his car. Now they are in front of the courtyard of a house. Whose house is this, Kian clearly does not know. When viewed from the outside, this house has two floors whose design looks very classy. After Arkan and Kian got out of the car, there were two people welcoming them. A middle-aged man and woman.

"Uncle, Auntie, how are you?" Arkan greeted them as they approached. Hugged them in turn.

"Of course we're good." After escaping from Arkan's embrace. "We haven't seen each other in a long time, how are you? You never contacted uncle while abroad, have you forgotten this uncle of yours?" ask the man Uncle called Arkan.

"My news is good Uncle. I'm sorry I didn't call Uncle and Auntie for not forgetting you. How could I forget you?" arkan replied after taking off the hug from Auntie.

"Who's this sweet girl, Arkan? Do you have a boyfriend now?" aunty asked when she saw a girl coming with Arkan.

Arkan did not reply, he only smiled clumsily at Aunt's last question.

"I'm Kiandra Aunt." He opened his voice, introduced himself. "It's nice to meet Uncle and Auntie." Kian grabbed Aunt's hand and kissed her, as well as uncle.

Why are they surprised? Isn't this the most polite way to meet parents?

Arkan, Uncle and Aunt are shocked by Kian's treatment. Today, it is rare for young people to still use this tradition when meeting parents. For them, shaman is enough. But Kian still holds this tradition from his parents. His parents always taught him manners to the older ones.

"Let's go in! We continue to chat inside" said Uncle as he hugged Arkan's shoulder into the house.

"Come on!" timpal Aunty held onto Kian's arm. The middle-aged woman looked very friendly to Kian. A smile was always engraved as Aunt spoke to him.

"Yes Aunty" Kian replied nodding.

Finally they decided to continue the conversation at the dinner table. Uncle invites Arkan and Kian to sit down. They both sat next to each other. Before long came a waiter put some food on the table. Then put the dishes to each of the people who were there. Kian scrunched his forehead when he saw the contents of the plate in front of him.

Oh my God, this is steak! How'this?

There is a little problem with this food menu. Not like or allergic. He just couldn't cut the steak well. Although he had time to eat it with his friends, but when Kian cut it himself will end up embarrassing. Therefore his friend would cut the steak for him. This time he faced this meal in front of the young master and his family.

If until Kian did something embarrassing, he did not know what this young master beside him would do.

"Let's eat, Kian boy!" said Auntie because she saw Kian still silent. Arkan and Uncle who had started eating their food turned to look at Kian.

"I-iya Aunty," replied Kian nervously. He took a slow breath taking the knife and fork next to him.

Calm Down! Just slow. You can definitely!

Uncle and Aunt returned to focusing on their food. Only Arkan who still glanced at Kian with the tip of his eye. He smiled seeing the girl having trouble cutting the steak in front of him.

Is it that hard to cut a steak for him??