Not the Son of the Prostitute

You ...?

Mutia took a few steps back realizing who the man standing before her was. The girl's tongue was suddenly confused even to just say her name. Unfortunately, Mutia whispered softly to make everyone there look at her in surprise,

"You ....?"

It is very different with Haidar. The man who had been looking at her sharply since then, now even looks to pull the corner of his own lips.

"Do you know each other?" kia asked curiously because she saw the two who were a little awkward.

"Ti–dak!" Mutia answered quickly. How–pun he did not want to until Kia knew that the man who is currently his lover is the man he once saved in the lake at that time. Moreover, he had also kissed her when the man was unconscious.

"Oh ...." Kia only bers–oh ria only heard the answer from Mutia.

The parents had already left them to continue their own chat and allowed the children to continue the party again.

Next came the photo session. Kia took a position right next to Haidar. The man only complied as Kia continued to try to arrange it with various poses.

"Snake kinda slide a little dong?" Mutia takes over the camera, then asks Mutia and Haidar closer.

Haidar momentarily hesitated as Kia asked him to embrace Mutia's shoulder. To look familiar, he said. Awkward, feeling bad. But because Kia continued to force Haidar finally ventured, but after he whispered an apology to the ears of the girl.

Mutia forced a smile. To be honest here he felt the most uncomfortable. Especially when he caught the man who was seen several times stealing glances at him.

"Well, okay!" Kia took some photos of Mutia and Haidar to save them in her collection album later.

"Mutia, can you ask for help?" Suddenly Kia remembered with her cellphone that had been left on the room table. If she takes it herself, of course, later it will be hassles because the dress is quite long. After all, it was also not good to leave Haidar just like that.

"Yes ...?"

"Please get my phone in the room, will you?" Kia put on as much face as possible, hoping Mutia would help him for a moment.

"Ready!" Mutia smiled happily. Feeling that there is an opportunity to escape from this unpleasant situation. Mutia stepped quickly leaving the two towards the top floor, Kia's private room.

While Kia immediately smiled happily to see the back of his best friend was slowly disappearing when it reached the top of the stairs. Like while diving to drink water, Kia will take advantage of this second moment with Haidar.

"Do you want me to get something?" Kia tried to open her voice first. The girl squeezed the tip of her own dress to hide her nervousness.

"No." Haidar only glanced at a glance and instead turned his gaze to another direction. The man seemed to not consider at all the beautiful girl standing next to him.

Kia took a slow breath. He realized that Haidar must have not been used to this situation. If their relationship used to be just a brother and sister, now everything has changed. Soon the man will officially become his fiancee.

Kia thought that Haidar's arrival at her birthday party would be a special surprise for her. In fact, Haidar's attitude is still cold and as if there is still a dividing wall that separates him and the man.

"I'll go to the toilet first." Without looking at Kia, the man took his leave and just swung his steps.

In the room.

"So rich people are good? Got a big house, nice mobi, and ...." The girl swept through the entire room looking beautiful and elegant. The large room looked extravagant in the eyes of Mutia who was just an ordinary girl.

"Eh, where's the phone." When Mutia was looking for where the object was. Suddenly he felt the call of nature that could no longer be delayed.

He glanced at the toilet in the corner of the room, then hurriedly stepped inside.

"When do I have a bathroom this good?" Mutia who was a village was so amazed to see the contents of the bathroom owned by Kia. Several times he was amazed, as if reluctant to quickly get out of the room. But the next second he cursed his own stupidity because he fell asleep and forgot Kia's request earlier.

"Don't dream, Mutia! Don't dream!" He patted her on the cheek hard, trying to resuscitate her excessive daydream. Mutia opened the bathroom door and brought her steps out from inside.

Just a few steps he came out, Mutia was shocked by the presence of a man who suddenly just stood in front of her. The condition of her feet that are still wet makes the girl's body go limp and finally ...

"Akh ....!" Mutia's legs slipped, lucky that the man immediately sped up and helped her.

"Be careful." Their views meet. For a moment both were silent. Mutia herself was not aware that her position was being embraced by the man who was the lover of her best friend.

"You ....!" The girl tried to escape as quickly as possible. But because he was not ready again he almost fell to hit the cold floor of the room.

"What are you doing! Plaque!" The girl's hand had already floated down Haidar's left cheek. The man simply touched the slap marks without any expression.

"Gosh, what am I doing!" Mutia gave a small shriek. He looked at his own hand that had been presumptuously injuring that handsome face. He felt stupid because he was in a hurry to do something.

"Ma–maf-s. I'm sorry." Mutia suddenly feared herself. He knew who the man standing in front of him was.

What if he's angry? What if he complains to Kia? What if he slaps me back?

These questions came to his mind. The girl no longer knew what to do.

"Ja–don't do this to me!" Mutia reflex closed both eyes as Haidar suddenly raised his right hand. The girl was very sure if Haidar would definitely reciprocate his treatment earlier.

Three seconds later he did not feel the slap. Eventually, he tried to open both eyes.

"It turns out you still recognize me." Haidar smiled looking at Mutia who was still covered in fear.

"A–what do you mean?" Although he actually knew the meaning of the man. Mutia just didn't want any misunderstanding with Kia alone.

"It turns out you're very good at theatrics." Mutia was forced to hold her breath for a moment when the hands of men now even touch her face. Swiping gently next to her cheek, until it came down slowly touching the lips of the girl.

"Even then you didn't hesitate to kiss me."