Not Planned Love (R3)

. 77. Kara Jealous

📚. 77. Kara Jealous

...[.This part contains keuwuuuan that makes envy. Be careful when reading]...

"Jealousy is common if what is ours is openly favored by others." - Atmariani Karamina Ardiani

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The seasons will come and go. Also in the educational season. There will be time to come and go. Who come to be new students, who go to be alumni. This also applies to all educational intansi, including Dandelion High School. The exam season has arrived.

Class XII begins to be preoccupied with various simulations before carrying out the exam. Not to mention the set of practices they had to follow anyway. All of that was done as a final stage of testing in the ash-white period. Before they move on to the next level.

"Ok, so where do we gather? At home I can't. Bokap again busy meeting with his animator team at home." The brown man spoke.

"I can't at home either. There's arisan nyokap."

"Gue can't either. Not worthy of my home."

The answer of the two men made the man massage the base of his nose. "Home is not uninhabitable, but not worth visiting."

"Yes, lo, Sen. You know what my son is*n my family." Cuckold the fat-haired man while scratching his head.

"So where do we learn?" Arsen, the beautiful man asked again.

"At home I can." The three men looked.

"Well, you live in an orphanage. Where can we study together there?"

"Yes. Not that it's offensive or anything. But, what if your sisters bother you?"

The hijab-wearing girl who had just called out her voice looked down deeply. "Sorry."

"Thank you for the real solution, Hum."

"Yes, sorry."

"Udah, it's already." Arsen. "We better learn-"

"My house." A voice suddenly interjected.

"Syad," the two men sitting beside Arsen immediately smiled happily.

"Yes. Brilliant idea, though. House Arsyad gede, strategic, not brisik, plus wifi on time."

"Yes. Agree with me, daebak idea."

Arsen smiled wryly. "Basic shucks." The handsome man then looked at the clingy friend. "Why isn't it, Syad?"

"Hm." The owner of the name answered briefly. He was busy with simulation materials that had been shared in the class group.

"Ok, if so we agree. We studied at Arsyad's house, finished**directly on the way to the location." Arsen draws his conclusions.

"Ok, deal."

To facilitate the stabilization of test simulations, teachers also create study groups together. The goal is that students of class XII can still learn after the simulation in school is over. Each group is arranged by teachers directly, so that each member does not limp during learning.

In accordance with the decision taken during the deliberation, the group chaired by Arsen was immediately launched into the Radityan residence after *** is over. One group consists of 7 people.4 men and 3 women. Incidentally, two women in their group were unable to attend.

So right now they are only studying with the five. They learn with simulation questions that have been shared, in the study room of the Radityan great-grandsons.

"Wait, wait. What's this noise? Very soft cake sound Tankerbell." Lucky, the pouty-haired man made a sound.

"What sound?" Luhan, the man sitting next to Lucky, opened his voice.

They could indeed hear the sound of piano keys that sounded beautifully, accompanying the golden voice of someone.

"The voice is Arra times?" Lucky monologue.

"Ara is not home. She studied together at Flora's house. Forgot?" Arsen.

"Yes yeah? Whose voice dong?"

They are quite disturbed by the beautiful sound that flows full of rhythm, accompanied by the clang of the piano keys. They are not focused on him.

"Woah, fairy njirr." Luhan exclaimed loudly, pointing at a room from the gap of the study room door that was wide open.

"That's a real girl, isn't it a doll?" Lucky asked. He was also amazed by the beautiful figure behind the sound of piano keys and melodious voice.

"He's like an angel." Praise Luhan.

"Yes, kayak-"

"Ekhem." The loud silence made the two look at him confused.

The owner of the voice was silent with a bead that stared intently at the object of their conversation. He moved after, looking at his friends.

"Go on, I'll go for a minute." He said, wrapped in a nod by the three.

The beautiful man walked out of the room. He then headed towards the source of the soft sound that made the wrong focus.

"Yanda?" The owner of the voice looked at Arsyad full of twinkle. The girl looks beautiful with the International High School alma mater uniform that is popular in Jakarta.

He was accompanied by a bespectacled woman holding a book. Arsyad believes that the book is a guidebook for a pianist.

"You're home?"

"Hm."

"Why not change uniforms? Kara's getting yanda's change of clothes on the bed." The girl said after she stood right in front of her husband. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet."

"Not yet? Mother Masakin had a great lunch. Kara doesn't know her name. Yanda eat first huh?"

Arsyad touched the head of his wife. "Have you finished the lesson?"

Kara nodded. "Must be the last song. Miss. Anna's going home, too."

The glasses lady nodded. He had already packed his black prada bag.

"See you tomorrow, young lady."

"See you tomorrow, miss." Kara replied while waving her hand.

After the teacher left Kara, the girl looked back at her husband.

"Go to the room."

"Eh?"

"Don't get out of the room."

"But why?" Confused Kara, when the question from him has not been answered, but Arsyad has led him to go upstairs.

"Non't go anywhere. Understood?" Despite the confusion, Kara nodded.

He had just arrived in their room. The attitude of the husband who suddenly so, certainly makes Kara confused. Why can't he go anywhere?

"I'll be back."

Kara nodded, staring at the straight back of her husband. "Yanda why the hell?" Thought confused.

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"Take it first, brother, mother order it to be finished he said." The teenager pointed to a variety of snacks and fresh drinks presented on the table.

"Don't bother Rion," Arsen said. "We're going home anyway."

"Eat, you must be hungry." Arsyad. The man had just settled himself near the younger brother.

"Woah, if that's what I eat." Lucky voice. "Darling good food gnats, mubadzir."

Luhan chuckled, "I've been ningincer this from earlier." He took a piece of pie sprinkled with fresh fruit pieces in front of him.

"Sok shy load Syad, just eat. This house of your future in-laws."

The owner of the name stared at Lucky's mouth. "Syad, I'm eating this. Sweet snacks made by Mother Kia are always delicious because." He took a piece of brownie sprinkled with raisin nuts.

"No, call her mother. Auto officially became the son-in-law of the nih."

"Yes. Arsen is Radityan's next son-in-law." Imbuh Luhan's. Both laughed after.

"Less asem indeed." Upset Arsen, the victim of the bullying.

"Eat, don't look at it." Arsyad pushed a plate of cup cake in front of Humaira.

The hijab-wearing girl looked up, staring confusedly at Arsyad. "Eat, don't hesitate. Mother made all this for you, including you."

"Thank you." Humaira smiled slightly, making a red tinge appear on both of her cheeks. It was also that made the mother of the orphanage give her name Humaira. Baby orphaned owner of a beautiful reddish hue.

"Duh, Humhum auto dinotice Arsyad." Luhan whispered towards Lucky.

"Yes. Fits too. Both equally sinters obey religion." Timpal Lucky is owned by Luhan.

"If this one is to be brought home." Arion distributed one by one the paper bags he carried.

"Well, don't bother yon." Kekeh Lucky while hugging the paper bag given by Arion. "Gue demen gini host."

"Same. Stomach keyang, happy heart, home given provisions." Typhoon Luhan.

Arsen shook his head to see the behavior of two classmates. Their missqueen souls thrashed, but Lucky and Luhan were not very poor.

"Eh," Humaira looked at the hand that had just picked up her paper bag.

"Bring this one too, untouched. Your sisters must love it." Humaira looked at the beautiful man who was putting various foods into the paper bag tightly.

This is why an Arsyad An-nass Senopati Az-zzioi is respected. In addition to its beautiful shields, its characteristics are also very caring, never distinguishing castes. Humaira also strongly idolized the figure of Arsyad to be his future companion.

No girl would refuse to be given a priest like the figure of Arshad.

All that in fact did not escape the observation of a pair of hazelnut beads. The cantinik girl with orange press was seen fixed staring at the scenery in the living room through the stairs where she stood.

"Well, angel!" Luhan exclaimed.

"Where?" Lucky curious.

"Well, it just went upstairs." Point luhan.

"Who's wearing an orange dress isn't it?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Arsyad. In this house, not one woman used to wear a dress, except his wife. Was his wife on the stairs?

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"What's wrong?" Arsyad asked, as he had just entered his room. "You were downstairs?"

"How thirsty." Answer the girl with orange press who is focusing on painting. His hands were busy poking oil paint on the canvas.

"What did you see"

"Many," interrupted the beautiful girl. "Much Kara saw. Please more specifically ask, yanda."

Arayad approached the wife, taking the brush in her hand away. "Don't quibble."

"But that was Kara-"

The cup!

The girl's speech was cut off Kara's kiss suddenly fell on her forehead.

"You think nothing." Arsyad said as he touched his former kiss.

"Kara said -"

The cup!

"What you see is not necessarily true." He kissed the nose of the wife.

"Yanda, Kara was -"

The cup!

"Keep curling the tongue, I know you're lying." Kara had no intention of saying any more, after Arsyad dropped a brief kiss on her lips.

"What's wrong?"

"Kara's jealous. C-E-M-B-U-R-U."

"Jealous, what is it?" Arsyad asked.

"I don't like yanda like other girls. Yanda's good with that girl, she'll be baper."

Instead of answering, the handsome man laughed. The laughter made the wife stunned.

"You haven't been able to distinguish between jealousy and selfish hm?"

"Jealously, not selfish." Ketus girl sweet hazelnut.

"Look, jealousy with selfish is different. If you are jealous because your partner is close to another woman. Selfish if you get angry when your partner helps someone on the basis of humanity. Understood?"

"But that girl seems to like yanda?" Kara pursed her lips in annoyance.

"Do you not like me?" Arsyad Fishing.

"Oh." Kara Kesal. The girl hugged the body of her husband. Buried his face in the chest of the husband's field.

"Like. I love it so much that I don't want to be far from Yanda."

The handsome man smiled, returning the wife's embrace. "Lantas, why worry? I am yours, and vice versa. We are married, God has brought us together. Don't waste energy just because prejudice isn't right."

"Sorry, Kara's selfish." Kara Lirih.

Arsyad kissed the old wife's head. "It's okay, it means you love me."

"Yanda yahh." Kara Kesal.

The beautiful man laughed a little. "That's a fact, no papa." Because basically, things like that will come together to test the resilience of their feelings for each other.

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TB

Huahaha. If LDR-an again cry bengk😭😭

Yo.... who miss Yanda sm Kara first absent yuk? about 2 or 3 more parts they will move to NYC. Ready to split up Acean? Arras? Arion's? The aroon? Davin's? van'ra's Mothers? who???

I'm not ready.

Ok, continue to support Yanda Kara's novel Yes😀Don't forget likes, votes, commentsrr, share and follow Author. Help BCT widely known people" yok👐

Sukabumi 07 May 2021