Playboy in Love

Misunderstand

After the taxi Dara drove, Arthur rushed to Ratih, who was also about to leave.

"Sorry, you're Dara's friend right?"

Ratih who was about to step even immediately turned to the direction of the voice.

He was stunned, finding Arthur with such a close distance.

"Oh yeah, I'm Dara, why?"

"Was Dara here, with Elo?"

Ratih.

"So he saw that I wasn't here."

Ratih nodded his head again, causing Arthur to scramble his hair Frustrated.

Damn it! he swore in his heart.

"Ok thanks."

Without waiting for a response from Ratih he immediately darted from before him, running towards where his motorbike was parked.

With the feeling of raging Arthur riding his motorbike at an above-average speed, repeatedly he cursed, and condemned his stupidity, should from the beginning he realize the existence of Dara.

He was sure, at this time must have been the girl misunderstood, and thought that he returned as before.

"Ra?" Arthur pulled Dara's hand, as the girl was about to open the gate of her house.

Dara turned her head, but without a sound, she looked hatefully at the figure of Arthur standing before her.

He tried to regulate his irregular heartbeat, angry annoyed, and hated being one in Dara's heart.

"Darling, that wasn't what you saw."

Dara's face that was initially stiffened, now slowly began to loosen, what did she say, you? in my heart I wonder.

Dara then returned to being indifferent, listening to the continuation of Arthur's words.

"That was my cousin Mella, I swear!" Arthur raised his two fingers up, with his innocent face, which instantly made Dara almost laugh.

"Keep thinking I believe." replied Dara, with a voice made as loud as possible.

"Ask aunty Anna if you don't believe."

"Ok, so why from the morning you diemin me?"

"Yes kangen?" he said with a seductive smile.

Dara snorted, "Pede really lo."

"Sorry Ra, I was just perfecting your nyuekin, I was trying to get through the day without you, and I couldn't, I already love you too much Ra."

"Gue thought you nyuekin me because of the trouble that afternoon."

"That's also one of the reasons!" he said while chuckling.

"Babelle!"

"So I'm sorry not yet?"

"No!"

"If again cuddle gini, you even look more beautiful know not?"

"Lo is the pantes in playboy, pinter dreadlocks!"

Arthur again chuckled, "When the hell I'm taking my words seriously."

Dara shakes her shoulders.

"It's still daylight Ra, the road yuk!" without waiting for his approval, Arthur pulls Dara's hand to take her on his motorcycle.

Dara frowned, with Arthur's behavior that he thought seemed pushy.

"cock here again anyway?" Dara looked at Arthur with an illegible look.

Now Arthur takes him back to the place he visited.

"It's the best place to talk here."

"What do you want to say?"

Arthur took Dara's hand, then held it, then seconds later he kissed it with tenderness.

"Ra, you believe me, if out of the many girls I've dated, only you make me this crazy, I really love you Ra, Ra, and for whatever reason I don't want to lose you."

The blush!

Dara's face warmed up instantly, even now it felt like she couldn't breathe properly.

"Udah ah, dreadful from earlier." said Dara on the sidelines of nervousness that was widening it.

"It's hard, Ra, make you believe me, do you want real evidence, which is not just words."

Dara was silent to digest the words spoken by Arthur to her, but seconds later she chose not to care, and opened another conversation to divert.

"That?"

"Hmm."

"Lo really not curious about the same dead village?"

Arthur looked at him with his eyebrows raised.

"Why the hell Ra, the language of it-it keeps hm?"

"I actually went there yesterday."

Arthur was flabbergasted, then looked at him deeply.

"Ar, I'm sure there's still people there, because I've been listening to their chat."

Arthur fell silent, returning with his girl's gaze, what might the person Dara meant was the same person he had seen, Arthur's inner self.

"I was watching them talk about possessions, and autographs, of the people they were currently packing."

The deg!

"We can try to go there again to make sure Ar, you believe me, I'm not wrong."

Arthur smiled, "Oh baby, don't think strangely." said Arthur, he did not want his lover to drag on thinking about it.

"But Ar?" Dara.

"Entar I'll try to find out for myself."

"That?" Dara looked at him with a pleading gaze.

Arthur sighed, confused as to how to explain it, because if his assumption about Rafael was true, he was sure that everything would not be okay.

"Dear of me." Arthur again clasped Dara's hand, "You're a woman, not good about the rich ginian." Arthur spoke as gently as possible, hoping Dara could understand.

"Know." Dara brushed off Arthur's hand.

"Who's boyfriend is really craving." seduced Arthur, look into his chin.

"No need to woo, I'm still sprained."

"Such a machine you love." he said incessantly teasing Dara.

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After a satisfied chat that ended with Dara who craved him, Arthur now brings Dara home.

"So quiet, aunt Anna where?" said Dara when he arrived at Arthur's house, and did not find the figure of Aunt Anna there.

"Auntie Anna works baby, here sit down, I'll take a shower first." Arthur pulls Dara's hand and sits her on the couch.

10 Minutes after Arthur left him in the living room, the man did not return, leaving him feeling bored, and decided to walk around.

Dara looked around some paintings and also photos displayed there, until her gaze was fixed on the last photo of a large size from the others.

Dara fell silent, remembering the person in the photo who seemed familiar to her.

Until Arthur's voice that just came along, broke his concentration.

"What do you care, darling?" Arthur approached Dara who was still standing in front of the photo.

"I-It's F-picture who's Ar?" he said a little stuttered, the article Arthur hugged his body from behind, with the smell of perfume that burst into the cavity of his nose.

Apparently after bathing, Arthur had sprayed a little perfume on his shirt.

"That's a picture of my parents Ra." she replied, her voice sounding sad.

"Does he have a twin?" his question, which made Arthur suddenly frown.

"There's no dear, but if there's a lot of sodara, but as far as I know there's nothing like the cake."

"Why, dear?"

"I've seen it before, but maybe it's my feelings that look a little similar." continued Dara, who was later taken in by Arthur..

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