Not Planned Love (R3)
. 44-Brickly Roses
📚. 44-Brickly Roses
"There are some things that look beautiful and fragile, as if it is easy for you to play with. But, in fact it is all different." - Atmariani Karamina Adriani
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The loud and sparkling sound of EDM music disco lights, welcoming the two adam children who had just joined into the room were quite stuffy. The smell of nicotine burning, mixed with the typical smell of alcohol even collides with the common smell of sprouting in the place. Adam's two children walked together, staring carefully around him.
"You okay?" Ask the man, memorize the uncomfortable movements of the girl beside him.
"It's okay, Dylan."
The man smiled faintly, then patted the hairy hood that covered the girl's head beside him. It is only fitting that they are called the faulty humans who come to the night club. The man in a maroon shirt, holding a light brown girl in a dress coat with hooded fur around the hood that protects his head. At first glance, the girl's look more like a sigadis legendary figure in a red hat among the dimmer of the room.
"What, papih knows?"
"You know the answer yourself." Chuckle at the man.
"If Om Tyoga finds out, my neck will definitely be slashed."
The girl smiled thinly. Yes, in 17 years of his life this time he dared to take action. Behind the silence of a locked princess like herself, there is something she tries to dig deep in her when it must be locked behind the castle. After all, he someday must be able to take care of himself when faced with the pettiness of the world. He was born as heir to the throne. There is nothing in his dictionary to keep being weak, and to keep relying on his father. Sometimes, he must be able to handle everything himself.
"He's one of the VIP guests here."
"So right, she's having a drug party here?"
"Yeah, only they know." The man blinked his shoulder indifferently.
"Remember, we're just here to get samples and additional evidence, Dylan." Press the girl.
"As you wish, lady." Obediently the man, while herding the girl beside him to the bar table.
"VIP room, as always. What's empty?" Ask, to the tattooed man behind the bar table.
"On behalf?"
"Rudolf Reef." The tattooed man was silent for a moment, guessing a name that was quite foreign to him.
"If you don't believe me, I can show you a gold card member. C'mon,"
"Gold card member?"
"yeah. You know enough about the card's function, right?"
"Yes. I-i understand. My friend will be driving you upstairs soon."
Dylan-the man smiled slantingly. Then, he turned his body back to look at his partner.
"Come, the show's about to start." He said, while holding a girl who actually refused to enter a place like this.
However, for the sake of one name these two months less lived with him. Sharing a bed, also sharing understanding, at least he wanted to intervene directly to teach a lesson for someone who has disturbed his life.
"Are your men inside?"
"Yes. They're checking him out. Maybe, he's in sakaw right now."
"Sakkawa?"
"Look at it later." The girl in the hood nodded in understanding.
"But remember, this is the first and last time you set foot in a place like this. Understood?" The girl nodded.
"You know for yourself the consequences if Om Tyoga finds out. I could be mutated to south Africa later."
The girl looked up, revealing her dazzling hazelnut iris. "Sorry." Sincerely.
"I've been troubling you a lot."
"That's it, don't worry." The man rubbed his proud dark brown hair bangs.
"Praise the man who has been your husband. He's really lucky to get you."
"Not." Sela the girl.
"...?"
"He's not the lucky one, but me." Its effects.
It's not about luck or not, but he's grateful. After all, he did all this to help teach a little lesson. At least, as the wife of an independent man she must also be able to be independent herself. She should be able to teach him the lessons that have plagued her husband's life.
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"Uanjay gurinjay takinjay kinjay, this is my heart adoration again fhotoshoot where huh?" The man berhoodie maroon.
"She's heart worship? Halu lo ya?"
"No! I'm stalking on IG ex-cuy." The man named Sagara.
"Cakra, you're not turning the same thorny rose, are you?" Another imbibing.
"Aliame thorny rose? Don't know me!"
"That's a former lo who's a minister's son."
"Minister's son?" The horizon turned its head, turning its gaze away from the extra cheese burger in its hand.
"Yes. Your beloved muantan, nak!" Kekeh Sagara's.
"Oncom. That's not my ex!"
"Oh, kirain." Kekeh Sagara's. "Yes, if you think about what kind of son of the minister he wants to be the same lo. It's the same as me!"
"As far as you go, kunyuk!"
The two men dissolved again in their conversation. As for one other man, focus on the gaway in his hands. The three men, the middle of the hangout in one of the caffe instagram-able in the central Jakarta area. This weekend, those who are often nicknamed the trio cogan is often wara-wiri together. When there is no flight schedule, they sometimes get together with their friends.
"Eh, that's a selebgram isn't it?" Cakrawala nyeletuk.
"Where's selebgram?" Confused Sagara.
"Sultan's son? Bodyguard feel? Who?" Confused Sagara.
"That's, Arrabella Lumiera Humaira Rajapatni Az-zzioi."
"Owh, who's the five pandas?"
"Hoo'oh?!"
The man in a black shirt covered in a dongker-colored parachute jacket turned his head. He shifted all his focus to the direction his two best friends meant.
"Anjay gurinjay, gorgeous bro. Adem really look at it. Atherat world angel bro!" Praise Sagara, when he saw a bunch of humans entering the caffe with the figure he meant.
A clean white girl who dangles to her ankles, combined with cream-colored pasmina, which matches the color of her flathshoes and slim bags. Beautiful, one word that can describe the visual of the unmodified. Besides being beautiful, her shady face also always looks friendly to anyone.
"You want some fhotoshoot times?"
"Yes. You don't see, they're carrying stuff like that."
Gean was still staring at the object that stood a few meters in front of him. The girl herself, in her own antian without 5 pandavas escorting her. Good no, an opportunity that he should make the most of.
"Eh, where are you going Ge?"
"Toilet."
"Toilets?" Confused Sagara and Horizon.
"You want boker, come with you on?" Resenting.
"Boker is just talking. Sans ae lo bro!"
"Yes, you both want to come with me." The handsome man who is familiarly called Gean.
Finished serving his two best friends, the handsome man took his feet in the direction he meant. However, it is no longer the toilet that is the goal. Except for one room that seems to be booked privately today.
"Hey?" Sweep, while smiling sweetly.
"How are you, Cheri?" Ignoring the shock of his interlocutor, he continued his greeting instead.
He was already happy, when he saw this girl present without pandawa five around him. Instead of being afraid, Gean only wants PDKT-an naturally first without any interference.
"You?"
"Yes, I. Why a shock, huh?"
"Well, are you here?" Ask the girl who is not friendly.
"Hangur. Yes, at the caffe gini numpang pup."
Arrabella-the beautiful girls stared at the interlocutor does not like. For some reason, the aggressive attitude of the man in front of him made him uncomfortable since the first meeting.
"Don't tell me you forgot me, Cheri?"
"I don't know you."
"Lo forgot it's really me?!" Gean stared at his interlocutor unacceptable.
"Arrabella Lumiera Humaira Rajapatni Az-zzioi, when you forget the same male candidate?"
"What the hell are you talking about!"
"Gue-"
"Sorry to interrupt, can you get out of here? I have to work."
"WTF?! You upset me, cheri?" Surprised by that handsome guy.
"Sorry but I-I"
"Lo's really upsetting me?" Gean stepped wide, closing in on Arra.
"What do you want? Shut there!"
"Gue Gean, you don't forget me dong?!"
"I-i"
"Lo don't forget me, I just can't escape lo cheri." Gean said, holding out his hand to touch Arra's shoulder. But nevertheless, the,
PLAQUES
"Don't touch me!" The man's hand was quickly grabbed by Arra.
"Wow, you're smart, good at yourself, huh, Cheri?" Guess Gean, look at the dexterity of the beautiful girl in front of him.
"Gue is getting more like. I-i-"
DUG
"Aww." Ringis Gean pain.
"Don't talk slur, we don't know each other?!" Arra said the final, while walking away after kicking Gean's left shin.
The beautiful girl does have quick reflexes if anything makes her feel sad. Indeed, Gean was even more amazed by the aggressiveness of the shady girl when she refused him. She was different, unlike most girls. Arra is like a thorny rose. Beautiful, with all her happiness, and also enchanting with all the independence and how to protect yourself.
"The more drunk I'm the same lo, cheri."
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Sukabumi 06 January 2020
