My Possessive Badboy's

Thanks, Ara

Things that Mizar never dared to imagine happened again tonight. Maura was in her bonds even though the woman preferred to be silent without a word.

At least, for Mizar it was more fun. Rather than a dream that he had never imagined for a long time did not come true.

Mizar glanced once more at the woman behind him. Netramnya. While the woman's head was stuck on her back.

Between the roar of the motor and the wind, Mizar could hear the slow snoring coming from the woman behind him.

A smile framed Mizar's face. Maybe Maura was too tired after going through a stressful event tonight. The woman did not even protest when Mizar asked her to hold her waist to keep her balance.

Before long, he closed his eyes and fell asleep while hugging Mizar's waist. While Mizar gently holds Maura's hand so that the woman remains comfortable. Although it is not easy to carry a sports bike with just one hand.

Smile again framed Mizar's face. The young man could not deny that he was happy. Should he be grateful and grateful to Sagara? Because, because of the work of the man was getting closer to his relationship with Maura.

The young man had even seen for the first time, how much Maura's face was panicked when she saw that his face was covered in wounds. He could not even prevent Maura from going to the pharmacy just to buy medicine and clean her wounds.

Mizar smiled even wider when he remembered the scene in front of the mini market that had repeated itself in his mind.

"Ck, you guys got hit with a hand on what stone anyway? Look at this, your face is very badly hurt," Maura scolded while cleaning the wound on Mizar's face.

"Aww. perih, Ra. Slow down." The young man was complaining of pain. His hand reflexively restrained Maura's movement which was clearing the wound on his cheek.

"Eat him, if you don't want to hurt don't fight."

"Why? You're worried, aren't you?" mizar's fishing rod deliberately winks one eye with a flirtatious.

Instead of getting sympathy, the young man actually got a sharp glare.

"Dreams!" maura said as she threw the cotton scar to clean the wound towards Mizar's face.

"Ouch, Ra. It really hurts." The young man complained again. However, Maura did not care at all.

"Bodo!"

Even so, instead of kapok, Mizar actually uses all means to attract the attention of Maura.

The young man leaned forward to see the face of Maura who was frowning. Then his smile expands. But the face was still flat.

"Ra, I should have been the one to go. You threw the cotton on my scar" said Mizar, still trying to act silly in front of Maura.

"Bodo very!" maura said with lips still frowning.

Mizar held back the laughter. Under normal circumstances, who wouldn't want to pinch a woman's cheek? Of course Mizar wants to do the same.

Maura's face looks so adorable and makes Mizar want to pinch her. However, he immediately realized the position and unbundled his intentions in that heart.

'Why is there such an adorable creature of yours, Lord. How can I hold him if he's so cute gini, ' lamented Mizar in his mind. However, he immediately distracted.

Not wanting to make the woman in front of him suspicious. Instead the young man cleared his throat and returned to thrust his face at Maura.

"So how's the wound?"

"No matter to me. Take care of yourself."

In front of him, Mizar put on a witty face that did not get the attention of Maura at all.

"Ih, that's it. How's the cure, Ra. I can't see his wound."

"Bodo, I told you I don't care." Maura remained adamant about not responding to Mizar's request.

"Yourf!" The young man took a long breath.

Maura just glanced at him a little. The rest of the women were still sitting quietly in front of Mizar without saying a word.

Never mind caring, Maura actually put a flat expression on her face.

"This is a very lonely fate, Lord," added Mizar.

"Whispering really you become a person! What's the energy overload?"

"Yes, effort, Ra. Who knows, you might change your mind and keep trying to find me. Change my mind to be the same I can too," said Mizar blatantly.

A witty smile framed his face. Attempting to attract the attention of the woman before him.

If the young man hoped Maura would misbehave, of course he would have been mistaken. Clearly, Mizar's actions increasingly make Maura put a nosebleed on his face.

Even so, the woman was eventually moved to treat Mizar's wounds, when the young man no longer spoke much.

"Here's decketan. I'm taking your wounds."

"Obatin my wounds? Don't you want to date?"

Really, it takes extra courage to throw the joke to the woman. Mizar was worried, if the woman would react violently upon hearing his words. However, Maura did not seem to care at all.

Although knowing that fact is more painful than seeing Maura's upset reaction that he often shows.

A smile framed Mizar's face. The man shifted his seat to get closer to Maura. Letting the woman touch the wound on her face without much comment.

It's okay to hold back a little bit of pain. The important thing was that he could be within as close as a breath as Maura.

Recalling that, made Mizar again hold a smile on the tip of his lips. Really, the young man was drunk. He did not even realize that the motorbike he was driving was approaching the area where Maura lived.

If only there were not a young man who was almost a quarter of a century old, perhaps Mizar would be strayed.

"Zar, where are you going?" admonish Abigail when Mizar passed by in front of her house.

The young man had just come from the office and was about to close the gate that was previously still open.

Today, Mr. Sofyan - the security officer at the Bumantara residence - is on sick leave. Abigail opened and closed the gate with her own hands.

How surprised he was when he saw his youngest brother flashing with Mizar. Instead of stopping, the guy just keeps pushing his bike.

"Eh?"

Mizar, surprised by Abigail's reprimand, pulls the brake lever abruptly. The act of making the woman in her bonds realized instantly. If only Mizar had not held back the woman's hand, Maura might have fallen out of her arms.

"Where are you from?" abigail added before Mizar gave a response to the man's question earlier.

Behind Mizar, Maura had already re-discovered her consciousness. The woman quickly answered the question of the firstborn in the Bumantara family.

"Street." Maura answered briefly as she got down from the splotch.

Obviously, Abigail doesn't believe it. Let alone seeing Mizar's face full of wounds. The man looked at the sister with suspicious looks.

After all, has the relationship of the two young people really improved before, making their friendship level rise to the hangout level together?

Cannot be. Abigail denied it herself. For that one affair, Abigail fully believed in the assumption that had just crossed her mind.

"Udah, Brother Agil enter first. Ara followed soon again," continued Maura while pushing the body of the brother to enter the house.

"Fr ...."

"Udah ih, the hunt came in," Maura concluded before the brother finished his sentence.

Abigail is getting suspicious. However, Maura gave no chance to ask.

"Bang Agil, the game is coming in."

Abigail had to obey the youngest. The man entered the house with a frown from wonder and suspicion.

He still had time to exchange eyes with Mizar who nodded towards him. Looks embarrassed at once.

"They're really better?" abigail Mumbled. Worrying about his own mind.

While in front of the gate, the two youngsters were still looking at each other. Without a word spoken from the mouths of the two.

"Ehm, if so, I go in first. Thanks for coming home."

Mizar's smile expands. Intentionally not responding directly.

Maura looked nervous in her place. He turned around to decide the gaze between them.

"Ra," called the young man as Maura was about to step inside the house.

He looks. With eyes and gestures that cannot be understood by Mizar.

"Yes?"

"Some have forgotten" said Mizar, making her forehead wrinkled.

"What?" maura asked with a confused look printed on her face. As the woman remembered, she left nothing to Mizar.

Instead of immediately answering, Mizar actually held back a laugh.

"What the hell? I don't have anything in common with you?" Maura's tone began to taper. Making Mizar's laughter more fractured.

It's not Maura if it's not to be rude to the young man.

"No papa. I just wanted to say thanks."

"Make?"

"Because I've taken my medicine. Thanks, Ra."

A smile framed Maura's face. Although it still looks cold as usual, somehow makes Mizar more like it.

The young man smiled back. Until Maura actually went inside the house and left her still loyal self holding a fractured smile framing her face.