My Possessive Badboy's

Canggung Atmosphere

The dining table that should be warm, is actually shrouded in an awkward atmosphere. Both men were forced to obey the will of the host who asked them to stay. Mizar has no power to refuse. Especially when the food ordered by the woman came shortly afterwards.

Even Andara seemed to not care at all about the look on Maura's face that seemed to object. They had a debate and Andara's decision was final. Irrefutable.

The girl instead forced her two guests to stay, while herself focused on the two awkward-looking youths in each other's seats.

Maura's? The woman chose to be alone in front of the TV. Didn't want to get involved with the three people who were fighting at the dinner table.

Should have, Mizar just dodged it. A little forced himself to approach Maura. However, the woman seemed to have given distance since Andara still invited them.

"Why didn't you tell me you wanted to come here?" Andara started the conversation. Ask Jerome a question.

Jerome and I know each other. The young man had told Mizar about his second meeting while on the way.

They came across the elevator one night. Then become familiar after knowing college in the same place. They live on the same apartment floor. Then exchange numbers just to exchange messages.

Jerome also admitted, if their relationship has not been that far to make him visit each other's apartment units. There are no more than six apartments on their floors. However, Mizar chooses not to care and still forces his friend to visit Andara's place.

The young man only felt the atmosphere when they sat together. The woman was a little surprised when Jerome suddenly appeared in her apartment with a friend who was not at all familiar with her.

Of course Andara was shocked. Mizar must have done the same. Worse yet, Jerome behaves as if this apartment unit is like his own home.

Although then feel awkward with the treatment of Andara who treated her as a guest. Not friends as they should be.

In fact, the young man was unable to answer Andara's question correctly. Maybe he regretted in his heart, why should he behave arbitrarily in the house of the first person visited?

"Sorry, next time I confirm it's the same lo. He ... said there's something to talk about with you." Jerome was looking for a reason to be safe.

Andara and Mizar face each other.

"Huh, me? No, Ara?!" The woman looks confused.

So does Mizar who looks nervous. Suddenly Jerome said something he shouldn't have said. Especially near Maura.

The young man scratched the back of his head which should indeed not itch. He deliberately did it just to reduce his nervousness.

"Lo what's my search for and not, Ara?" Andara's question again made the young man at a loss for words.

Mizar's pair of eyes blinked quickly. He was really confused as to what to do now. Until the young man's lips smoothly uttered a previously unthinkable reason.

"Oh, that. I should have met you, Ara. But ...." Mizar's sentence was incomplete. He glanced towards Maura who was focusing towards the flat screen before him.

Although Mizar is not entirely sure, whether the woman actually watched the TV broadcast.

"Not to care about me. Let's just say I don't exist" said Maura made Mizar jerked.

It turns out Maura wasn't really watching the television broadcast.

"No need to find alesan, right? I don't care!" Maura cuts off Mizar's unfinished speech.

The man swallowed the saliva with great difficulty. There was something stuck in the esophagus that made him unable to reply to Maura's words.

Though only briefly, Mizar could see the change in Maura's countenance when she thanked him. Facial expression that looks relieved. Or maybe just his feelings?

In fact Maura remained cold to the young man. However, there was no way Mizar could have mistakenly caught that facial expression.

"Sorry, Ra."

Maura gave no response. In contrast to Andara who responded unexpectedly. The girl's smile expands. Eliminate the serious facial features that previously framed his face.

Obviously, the sudden change in your attitude makes Mizar even more confused. Then his attention is diverted when the notification of his phone reads. A group invitation followed by a fairly long conversation. From unknown number.

+628213490**** : I know your question Ara. I deliberately set the scenario so you can have a casual conversation.

+628213490****: I also know you found me to ask for help right? I changed my mind. This time, I will help you. If you fail, I will not help you a second time.

+628213490**** :*Sana gih, invite him to chat. I'm sure, now he won't be able to refuse*.

+628213490****: He didn't bring a car. So he couldn't have escaped. Sure one hundred percent, he will not be desperate to ride public transportation. His life will depend on me or not the same Bang Noah and Bang Agil.

+628213490****: Just relax, I sent them a message so you don't pick up Ara. Take this opportunity to talk to him.

Jerome: Tell me thank you. I had to be tired of acting to smooth out Andara's plan.

Mizar is speechless. The young man just stared at Andara with a sincere look of gratitude even if he said nothing.

"So, are you here looking for me or Ara?" Andara's voice again sounded after leaving a quiet that was quite gripping.

Even so, he blinked one eye at Mizar to follow his scenario.

"Gue wants to see you. But it has to do with Ara. I didn't know if I would meet Ara here. I just wanted to say thanks to him anyway. So, I no longer need your help to persuade Ara to talk to me."

"Oh, so you want to say thank you to Ara through my intermediary? Then, why not just say when you meet at college?"

"If Ara gives me a chance, I want to talk to her directly. But no papa, I've told him directly."

"Keep it now what?"

This time, Mizar again made up his mind. The young man let out a long sigh before answering the question posed by Andara.

"Gue, just want him to give me a chance to explain what happened in the past. I don't avoid doing anything wrong. But, there's something I need to explain to him."

"No need!" The answer came from Maura's mouth. Short and firm. Making the atmosphere that has melted at the dining table back gripping.