My Possessive Badboy's

Thank's, Zar!

Mizar deliberately did not say much so Maura invited her to share the airbuds to listen to her favorite song together. The young man's feelings were turbulent. If only Mizar obeyed his feelings, he would have hugged her body tightly.

Even so, Mizar held back. Not wanting to make himself or Maura in an increasingly complicated situation. The young man only suppressed his anger and still tried to keep his distance from Maura.

With a purpose, Mizar gave Maura space to let the woman think about what she really felt.

To be honest Mizar could not deny that he was happy amazing when Maura remembered his favorite song. However, he would not show it in front of Maura just like that.

Mizar just wants to see, actually how he is in the eyes of the woman. Is there really no hope for the guy to apologize and repeat the time that has passed together?

Considering Maura still remembered her favorite song, it made the young man slightly look forward to the miracle between them.

Be, Mizar intends to keep his distance to find out Maura's reaction. But in the end, he never really dodged it.

In fact, the young man was still on standby to keep Maura from getting near Arlan when she was in Mama Andara's room. Mizar accidentally sets up a body when Arlan approaches the woman to get acquainted with Aunt Vella.

The young man was increasingly unable to control his increasingly rhythmic heartbeat when Maura mentioned dry batagor as their dinner menu. Indeed, Mizar felt his face getting hotter and could not look at the girl sitting next to him.

He no longer even intended to answer Arlan's question that was clearly mocking him.

"Well, what's the case, batagor kuah is dry?" reload Arlan when you don't get an answer.

"Fruit!" this time Maura answered firmly. Without looking to the right or looking ahead.

On the front passenger bench, Jerome stared at the two with a frown of wonder.

"Oh, so Ara who likes batagor kuah," said the young man increasingly made the woman wrong.

Behind the wheel, Arlan could no longer hold back the laughter he had been holding back.

"Haha ... wonder me, you might still want Mizar's favorite food, Ra. I don't think you care about him!"

"Ck, noise! There are nyetir who really do not have to joke mulu lo. Look road!" said Maura held back.

Instead of according, Arlan just laughed louder. While Mizar did not dwell in his place at all. I swear, he wanted to scream right now. However, the young man tried to hold back as a result of being too prestigious.

"Haha ... relax, Ra. I can help you get behind the deck with Mizar!" arlan's comments were still as good as he could not see Maura who had wanted to pounce on people.

Brak!

A bottle of mineral water hit Arlan's head and made the boy complain of pain. But then came back laughing before finally finding a store that sells batagor.

Fortunately, there are two menus on offer. The soup and dry as Maura expected with Mizar.

They immediately took their place. Choose the most comfortable table. While occasionally relentlessly teasing Mizar who can not hide his red face.

"Why you, Zar? You have a real red face" said Jerome when he looked at his friend's face.

"Not to be clarified too, Jer. That time you don't know." Arlan added with a laugh that could not be held back.

"Whispering you on. Not diem!"

"Haha ... rampage him, Jer!"

"Worse, this time I saw a Mizar Sirius Rigel until his face red!"

Luckily their order came soon without taking a long time. Three dry batagor and one broth batagor for Maura. Enough to get their attention distracted and no longer tease Mizar.

Even so, it did not last long. Once the food is served on the table, Arlan again teases Mizar who will now not be able to avoid.

"Cie, who has always liked the sauce of his pesen to be dry batagor," Arlan's tease really makes Mizar upset.

The young man throws a wad of tissue into Arlan's plate.

"Eh the oneing, rattling lo?!" the young man shouted as he picked up a lump of tissue from his plate with a look of disdain.

If only Mizar was determined to make a used laps as a weapon, Arlan would definitely beat him all out. No matter friends or not.

"Campus, eat tuh tissue!" Jerome chuckled at Mizar's throw on target.

Maura was the only one who was more silent. Enjoying batagor buah in front of him without feeling disturbed by the commotion of the three youths around him.

"Ck, Ra, look at it, Mizar! Believe me, you can't be the same guy as him!" said Arlan increasingly makes Mizar furious.

Not only tissue, this time Mizar grabbed a bottle of chili and poured it on Arlan's plate. The young man knew that Arlan could at least eat spicy food. That way he will certainly be more upset and will not dare to reply to Mizar's behavior.

"Zar, jesus! I can eat mostly sambal." Arlan's face looked gloomy instantly. He lost his appetite and thrust his plate forward just like that.

In front of him, Jerome was unceasingly laughing until the tall body of the bloke curled up.

"Look at you to suffer!" moaned Arlan while glancing bitterly towards Jerome. The young man was no longer excited as he stared at the batagor in front of him.

"Spend, it's not good to waste food!" reprimanding Mizar while stirring his own food then feed into his mouth without guilt.

"Crazy, deliberately want to make me mampus lo?" Arlan shouted in disbelief.

"Jude, Lan. Just eat. Most also enter ER doang." Maura, who was silent, commented. It seems that the girl was also upset with Arlan's actions.

"God! How compact are you guys if it makes me hard?" arlan complained with a clear face. But it doesn't make the others give up.

"Relax, I'll replace you drive if your stomach has a problem." Jerome offered to help, though he didn't stop laughing.

Mizar held a smile on the tip of her lips.

Arlan deserves cruel treatment! So thought Mizar and let the friend tormented by circumstances.

***

By eleven, they had just arrived in Jakarta. Mizar was forced to deliver Arlan first, because the young man's stomach was mules due to batagor sauce mixed with a lot of chili.

Even so, Mizar had no regrets at all. Tomorrow the young man will be fine. That's why he had to pour enough chili into Arlan's batagor plate.

Even if it is not strong to eat spicy food, the fact will not really be fatal to the friend.

"Anterin me all these times, Zar. Will not go back and forth if you have to anter Maura first just nganterin me?" Jerome who felt to be a bully between the two youngsters was quite self-aware.

Mizar who had taken over the wheel turned his head towards Maura who was still sitting on the back bench.

"Where, Ra? No papa?"

"No problem. More efficient what Jerome said."

"OK if that's it." Mizar answers briefly while running the car away from Arlan's home area.

The journey from Arlan's house to Jerome's apartment didn't take long. Soon, they had entered Jerome's apartment.

Without saying much, Jerome got straight out of the car and asked Maura to sit in the front.

After saying goodbye, Mizar immediately left the area and headed for Maura's house.

Now, only Maura and Mizar are left in the car. Throughout the rest of the journey to Maura's house, there wasn't enough conversation between them. There was hardly any conversation at all.

The scene of batagor sauce and dry earlier, was still enough to make both of them feel awkward. Without the sauce and dry, it has made them not talk to each other. Especially after the incident. Of course, Maura chose the silence of a thousand languages.

Until the car driven by Mizar stopped at a house owned by the family of Dewa Bumantara.

To the end, no words were spoken from Maura's mouth. Except, "Thank's, Zar." That's enough to make that young man helpless.