My wife Slave of Lust

Good Destiny

But a split second later, I turned my rotation back to face Ranti.

"Ranti, can I ask you a favor?" my door with a hopeful face.

"What's wrong with you, Ib?!" firmly approaching me. "What do you want to ask for help?"

I smiled at hearing that sentence. Is it true that he would do anything for me? My dirty thoughts started racing. But this time, whatever I will do, is just to achieve my goal.

Before I started saying it, I rubbed my nape many times, because I felt bad. Or maybe this request of mine, is very heartless at all.

I'm sorry Ranti, my inner current.

"Emmm... Can you help me with her phone number, Vida?"

"Huh?" Ranti looked agape. He may not believe what he has heard. "For what?" ask her with curious fashion.

What am I supposed to say? Should I be honest with him? My heart is becoming more and more.

"To ... to ask for some of the sources of the book I was looking for," I replied that could not bear to make it scratched.

He then smiled amusedly because he saw the expression of my face that seemed clumsy and afraid of myself. "That's it, it's really hard, anyway? Yeah, well, I'll try to ask him later, yeah, that's even if it's packed."

I nodded in understanding, then took Ranti back to our class.

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The next day, Ranti handed me a small piece of paper. I was confused and looked at him questioningly.

"This is Vida's number, will you?"

Hearing that sentence, I immediately received the paper he handed over. In my heart it's time to fight. And Ranti certainly couldn't listen.

I say thank you very much to him. However, he was ready to help me. Without being exaggerated and impressed to give him hope, I then passed to the library.

Arriving there, there was a beautiful sight that was even unexpected.

Vida!

The girl was apparently reading a book at one of the tables adjacent to the window.

Duh, gorgeous!

However, that sentence was only spoken in my heart. As a shy and talkative person, I find it very difficult to express my feelings.

I added my footsteps down the hallway after the passage of bookshelves arranged in almost ten lanes. The library in my school is included in the category of the largest school library district. So, naturally, if this library is never empty of visitors. There were even guests who came from outside the school.

"Hey ...! Hey, you ...!"

Coveted buds also arrived, meekang girang in the heart.

I moved from my imperfect position and walked up to him. "You call me?"

"Yes, you were the one who was rinsed off my motorcycle tyre, right?" he asked with an enthusiastic face.

He still remembers me, my mind is touched.

I nodded, then he asked me to sit opposite him. Of course, I don't mind at all. Because that's what I'm looking for.

I occasionally stare at him who is still focused on the reading book in front of him. Her level of beauty multiplied many times when viewed at close range.

Kulirik slightly towards his book, and it turns out he was reading an art book.

"Do you like art?"

"Banget, and I like dance and music the most."

"Can you play a musical instrument?"

"You can play the guitar a little bit, but I'd rather sing."

"Gee, your voice must be really good."

"Ah, you can. I can sing, but not as good as my brother."

I nodded when he said that, until finally my concentration was broken when he called a name.

I turned to look at the person he was calling, because he was already walking closer to us.

Isn't that her lover? My mind in a bitter smile.

"Let's go home to school we rehearse, yeah, brother!" he told Vida when he reached our table. Vida nodded obediently wrapped in a sweet smile.

My heart grew increasingly saddened to hear their conversation. Vida finally introduced me to the man.

"Sir, know this ...." Vida hung up the sentence because she did not know my name.

I extended my hand towards the man, then introduced myself. "Cambodio ... Ibra's Maulana."

My hand was warmly welcomed by the man. "Chess ... Chess Setiawan, Vida's sister."

JLEB