My Possessive Badboy's

Death Glances

After getting quite a blow to his head from Jerome and Arlan, the young man finally decided to get off the car. Coinciding with teenage boys dressed in school uniforms that look neat.

Right, it's Kenzo. Maura's cousin had just walked out of the house and was intending to cross the street.

In fact, he deliberately did that when he saw a Pajero car that looked shiny black stopped in front of the house of his uncle - the brother of his father. Shortly thereafter, Bang Agil is out of the house and seen conversing for a moment with the Pajero motorist before going to their family-owned law firm.

It's Mizar. And, driven by curiosity, the teenage boy got out of the house just as Mizar got out of the car. Be, they are almost at the same time when they meet to greet each other.

"It turns out that Mizar really is? I hesitated a little when I saw Mizar, get off the car. It turns out to be real," said the teenage boy in high school uniform as he walked towards Mizar. The two raised their hands to the high five.

"Ken? More powerful aja lo. How are you? We haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Yes Kak, I will be a mulu. Well me. Come inside. I also want to ask for Bi Darmi."

"Well, what's the story of Bi Darmi who ready you?"

Kenzo leaned his body towards Mizar. The young man whispered in a soft voice.

"Sstt, Mama doesn't taste good when cooking. Also eat Bi Darmi cuisine. The one who ate the cooking of the Mama was only Papa Doang. For love she said."

"Oh, so that's why you eat at Pakde lo's house more often than you eat at home?"

Kenzo nodded in response. "Yes, the mother can not cook still maksa to cook," continued the teenage boy.

"Yuklah, Brother. Go in first." Kenzo came back with an early goal.

The teenager's words encouraged the two to enter the two-story house that looked big and magnificent from behind the fence.

While in the car that was still parked on the side of the residential road, the two young men who were still left behind whispered to each other in a soft voice. Although no one else will be able to hear their conversation.

"Near that Mizar is with the family, Ara?"

"Yes, that's it."

"But why are they enemies?"

"complicated. It will be long if you are told. Even the Jakarta-Bandung journey will not be enough to tell their story."

"Ck. Ribet. Just tell me what's hard."

"Lo want a cry?"

"That's it."

"Later, you ask Mizar. I'm loyal to his man. There's no way that's a story if the Mizar doesn't want to tell."

"Grain the Monkey! Why do you ask if that's the ending?" Jerome shouted bitterly.

While on the back bench Arlan laughed out loud. Before finally a peanut shell floated.

***

The request for permission from the head of the Barata family did not last long. The man believed enough in the young man to bring his daughter. Although Maura responded with just a brief mutter with no interest.

In fact, he wanted to cancel the trip today just because he did not want to get involved with the young man. However, how irresponsible he would be if he canceled an appointment just like that.

Neither Barata nor Sekar ever taught him disbelief or cowardice. Clearly, Maura had to face the reality that was before her eyes.

This was the result of the choice he made. Maybe the girl will deny it. Maura can't just back off.

Now they are in the car that will take them to Bandung. With Mizar sitting behind the wheel, Jerome on the front passenger bench, and Arlan and Maura on the rear bench.

At first the girl frowned. Wonderful about the whereabouts of the other two. But he felt grateful later. That way Maura does not need to be trapped in an awkward atmosphere with Mizar.

He could not even imagine how bored he would be if he had to be stuck together with the young man.

"Where, you're grateful that I'm coming, right?" whispered Arlan while leaning her body towards Maura. Ask for the girl's confession if her whereabouts are necessary.

"Buset, the Eneng. Don't you freak out anyway?! I've been horrified for a long time too."

"If that's far away!"

"You sure? I'm the same Jerome can go down here. You will continue to be alone with Mizar until Bandung. Want lo?"

The girl snorted bitterly with a manyun lips for a moment. Arlan was indeed the most able to make the girl die of lice. In the past, the young man often made Maura can no longer act.

Arlan silently held back a laugh. Then lower the back of the chair to make it feel more comfortable. The rest is no more conversation except random chatter that is spoken just like that.

Like where they would stop for breakfast or other random things that do not need to get answers long enough.

The only source of sound was from a radio played at random by Jerome.

Do not ask Maura, rather than engaging in interaction with the three surrounding Adam creatures, he prefers to silence and clot the ear with airbuds. Choose a song with a tight rhythm so as not to hear the sound from outside.

At least it was efficient enough until someone plucked one of the airbuds out of his ear. Put it in his own ear.

"God! You listen to music like this, don't you budek, Ra?" arlan screamed while keeping the small object away from his ears.

"What the hell? Really excited?" Jerome who was disturbed by Arlan's screams turned to the back bench.

"Now, the hell! Si Ara mah muter song is like a discotheque. Pissing really."

"Lo noisy. That's why he's listening to music so as not to hear your babble."

Arlan glanced at the woman sitting beside him.

"Elah, we have not been talking about anything, njir. My boss diem mulu from earlier. What is that, by the way. The story. Are you sure you're on mute gini during the trip up to Bandung?"

"Whisper!"

Maura gave the quickest response. Welcomed the smile that framed Mizar's face. Jerome chose not to care.

"Oath, Ra. You are honest with me, originally lo bosen also diem mulu kayak gini? I know you ya. Where can you go during a gini trip?"

"Ck, I can't remember you, Ar. Dizziness I'm talking mute from earlier."

"Gosh, Ra. What a fitnah is this? I was born earlier, Anjir. Just talked too."

"Yes, yeah, yeah. You just said, but it's enough to make a dizzy head. Satisfied?"

"God, Ra. I have it, what story is cake. You like stories the most, Ra. If you don't talk about Salma. How are you son?"

I swear yes, at a time like this Maura is not interested in talking much. However, Arlan's request was demanding enough to render him helpless. The young man will continue to force himself until he wants to tell a story.

In the end, Maura gave up. The girl turned off the music player on her phone and snatched the airbuds from Arlan's hand. Unfortunately, at the same time, Mizar stepped on the brake lever to avoid a motor that cut off the road.

Bruk!

Maura staggered forward to make him fall on Arlan's chest. The young man reflexively held onto Maura's shoulder before he could touch her chest.

In fact, Maura's nose still touched the young man's chest.

"No papa?" arlan asked as Maura managed to improve her sitting position. The young man checked Maura's nose which looked red as a result of hitting her chest.

"Lo wear a shield what the hell? It hurts my nose."

"Sorry" said Arlan with a sorry look. His hand reflexively touched Maura's nose to confirm her condition.

Time seems to freeze. That's what Mizar feels. He looked back just to make sure Maura was okay. But there, he actually saw a sight that was not at all pleasant.

'Shoppers!' Mizar can only curse in his heart.

Secretly the young man glanced with a sharp look towards the friend.