Not Planned Love (R3)

.60-Day of Compassion

📚.60-Day of Compassion

"Day of love, yet dear. There are two feelings that must be far from affection." - Davian Arion De Prameswari

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"Valentine Days that, now?" Ask the firstborn of the triple D.

"What date is it now?" The youngest opened his voice.

"14 Feb."

"Yes, if according to the beliefs of outsiders mah." The youngest spoke up again. "They used to celebrate by sharing chocolates and flowers for loved ones."

"Brown the flowers?"

"He'em. As an expression of love. And yes, Palentine Days is the anniversary of death." The youngest is busy making dalgona coffe. One of the drinks hits throughout 2020.

"Former 111, do I need to add a monthly target?" Tapping on the middle, who was busy replying to Chat, DM, inbox, sms, and other forms of messages sent by his lovers.

"Si Okalina asked for chocolate containing almonds. The Ocha asked for 99 red roses, why don't you try a hundred?" His grunt.

"This again, Anne, Anni, same Anna. Asking all, watching a romantic movie together in the cinema. These three twins, not playing with them." Dizziness.

"Most girls lo Dav." Syndir the brother. "Gue, one is endless. I even want untill jannah."

"God, you loyal snobs. Every bend there's a time." Answer Davian.

"Gue was faithful times." Davin said.

"No bsen? If you are bored, you can cheat. I have 20 girls who are still unemployed. DM of them I haven't responded yet. Want no?"

"Fine. Got a big brother. Not that his brother's relationship doain let longlast, this is even offered for cheating." Davin said he didn't like the idea of a twin.

"Don't want to. If you want to go to the deck?" Davian asked switched targets to Aroon.

"No."

"Lo homo?"

"No."

"Gue look around, you've only been hanging out with two people." Aroon pinched, hearing the twin's words.

"Who? I don't fuck any girl." Elak Aroon's.

"Sok doesn't know you. First, class XII IPA I."

"XII IPA I?" Confused Aroon. "Who?"

"He, Arsenov Rayyan, vice chairman of class XII IPA I."

"Huh?" Aroon gaping great. "Gilak, very sad!"

"Second, Arsyad An-nass Senopati Az-zzioi. Class XII IPA I. You've been just whipping them up so far. You're really a faggot, ron?!" Investigate Davian.

"Ngorgeous. Where do you think I'm gay?" Ketus Aroon's.

"Research results."

"Your research results are flawed." Davian. "Aroon is the saneest of us. He's not a faggot, just not committed yet."

"That's you, bambang. You think I'm not sane?"

"Emang."

"Fine. Got a gelo brother." Ketus Davian's.

"Lo time is gelo, I'm not really." Reply Davin.

Tired of the absurd situation, Aroon chose to leave the bar table. Carrying two glasses of his homemade dalgona coffe, to the waiters of his coffee concoction.

"Two dalgona coffe, ready to be enjoyed." He said, ala-ala waiters in general.

"Well, it turns out you're talented so waiters are also ya roon, in addition to being a barista." Praise the coffe.

"Alhamdulillah. A little bit, learning can be in any field."

"Good-good. If it continues to be developed, om sure you can be a capable barista. Goodlooking face, steady skill, great lah, moon." Aroon gave a small nod, then sat in the chair in front of his interlocutor.

"Om, are you going home this afternoon?"

"Yes. Flight schedule this afternoon. Because tomorrow, there's a big tender building meeting. Alea also started active college the day after."

Aroon nodded in understanding of the hours of flying om this very busy. Today, before delivering his return, Aroon had the opportunity to introduce the business pioneered by Arsyad, Arsen, He and his twins.

"Om Anzar has no intention to stay in Indo again?" Ask Aroon, be careful. Afraid of intruding too much on his privacy.

The handsome, well-built, formally dressed man smiled faintly. "There was. But, later on if Alea already had an escort. If the company already has a suitable successor."

"Why?"

"Aroon pity me, look mommy same papa who was stormy even in a cape state, just returned from the office. Mama's just as papa like it's starting to get dizzy with the company's problems."

Anzar laughed a little. "That's just how you feel, Ron. But I appreciate your attitude that feels that." Anzar.

"Radityan Company in Indonesia, Van'ar ration with your mother. It should have been their children who replaced them. Maybe one of them is you."

"Aroon om?" Show Aroon to himself. "But right, there is a more qualified Arsyad bang, om. Aroon mah, it can only be this way."

Anzar smiled faintly hearing it. "Yes. Arsyad is indeed qualified, there is a fate line that leads him to the singasana. But, what is wrong if you and your brothers help each other Arshad later? That's Radityan's company, the asset that generates the biggest financial resources for us. We should have taken good care of him."

"yes om. Aroon understands."

"Good." Said Anzar, while sipping coffe which he said became a bestseller during 2020. "It should be a best-selling coffee throughout 2020, because it is delicious. And,"

"And what's it?"

"The baristas are young and goodloking." Canda Anzar's. Next, their laughter went on the air. Making Davin and Davian shake their heads, seeing the prowess of the youngest familiarize themselves with their famous om over in everything.

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"Arra, you haven't come home yet?" Say hello to a handsome man, to the girl who just came out of the school area.

"Yet. Earlier, I helped the new head of ROHIS to create a work program." Said the owner. "If you are alone?"

"Same. I've also been asked to tell KIR's children to plan an event."

Arra nodded in understanding. The handsome Arsenes are indeed former extracurricular heads of Youth Scientific Works. As for him himself, the former head of the ROHIS Princess. Islamic Spiritual Organization, shortened to ROHIS.

"You're picked up?"

"Yes. But, it hasn't come." Arra glanced for a moment at the crowded streets of the riders. "I want to go to the airport."

"To the airport?"

"Yes. My aunt wants to go back to New York."

"Your smart cousin's parents?" Arra nodded, confirming.

"Yes, let's go up. I'll take you to the airport."

"Eh, no need. Later ngerepotin."

"I don't feel any hassles." Arsen was honest. "Come, up. Than you late?"

Imbuh Arsen, while thrusting a spare helmet that he deliberately brought, used by his father.

"It's not papa."

"No. Let's go up." Arsen said, patting the rear passenger seat.

Arra was about to refuse, but when he glanced at his watch he was worried. Already at 13:35, about twenty-five minutes left boarding by om and his tantamount take off.

"Come?"

"D-yes." And in the end, Arra agreed to Arsen's invitation to deliver it.

After all, Arsen's good intentions wanted to help him. So, why should Arra refuse when he really needs help. Fifteen minutes ago, the twin had given him information by phone, if they were already at the airport. With the help of Arsen, at least he can reach the airport on time.

"Thank you for the help." Said Arra sincerely, while giving the helmet he had just worn.

"Hm."

"You want to join nganter?" Tawar Arra's.

"Can you?" Asked Arsen, scratching his non-itchy nape.

"Can kok. There's a bang Arsyad inside too."

"Hm, I can."

"Yes, come on."

Arsen nodded, then followed Arra's steps into the airport. Without Arra noticing, the corner of the handsome man's lips lifted even though thin. Perhaps he felt he got a jakpot, because he managed to piggyback the idol of the heart. He is happy, at least once in his lifetime it needs to be appreciated. However, her faint smile instantly deflated as her heart idol called out the name of another person. The name of his true rival.

"Gean?!"

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TB

Holla, met night readers?

BCT Updates. Hayoo... cung who is waiting for BCT residents update? what is this party talking to Arra? Arsenic? The aroon? Davin and Davian? or Anzar?? Send us your message in the comments column yo👐

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Sukabumi Feb 14, 2021