Playboy In Love's

A Twist of Memory

At home, because he just threw his body away. He was very upset and embarrassed because of the actions of the girl, the girl who bravely insulted him as if he did not have the slightest self-esteem.

The guy held back his anger, his hands clenched tightly. His jaw was stiffening, his teeth were clenching.

"Damn it!" gara Ompat.

He let out a long sigh, the shadow of the incident made him very embarrassed. He hated the girl, his plan to humiliate the girl turned around. Is this what you call your weapon of eating?

His eyes surrounded staring at the monochrome room. His gaze stopped on a photo perched there, a photo of himself with a little girl. In the photo, he is 7 years old, the same as the girl.

In the past, he often referred to the little girl as 'Al.

Because he closed his eyes, the shadow returned, when Gara left because of the quarrel between his parents.

Because of escaping to a park not far from his home, it feels very calm here. Although he was only alone without friends, at least here is much quieter than the atmosphere of a gripping house.

On the other hand, a little girl was watching a boy her age sitting down with tears, making the girl moved to approach the boy.

Gara looked up when there was a small hand that handed a lollipop and a handkerchief in front of him.

"Hi, this is for you." Said the little girl.

Because he was still silent, he just found out that someone cares about him. Since childhood, Gara has been taught not to care about anyone by circumstances, but this little girl looks very sincere to him.

The little girl smiled while sitting next to him, but the gift was still not received.

"You don't want a gift from me, said mama is not good we cry." Said the little girl.

Because of the thin smile, at least the girl comforted him a little.

Gara's hand received the lollipop and the handkerchief from the little girl he didn't know what her name was.

"Thank you." Little Gara said.

The girl nodded, "my name is Al, people call me by that name."

"My name is Ano, the people closest to me used to call me that." Said Gara.

The girl nodded then smiled, "are we friends?" tanyakanya.

Because of the jolt, this girl is very unique. Just met the first time, is he not afraid to be friends with new people.

"I've never had friends, I'm afraid of friends." Said Gara.

The girl named Al commented with a smile, "eat it, let's be friends! You will be happy with friends. You never had any friends, right? So, I'll be the first one to meet you." Said Al.

Gara smiled then nodded, "yes, we're friends." Said Gara.

Because he opened his eyes, when a flash of memory made him review a thin smile. He woke up from his sleep and opened the nightstand drawer, there was Al's handkerchief which he still keeps to this day.

He saw the handkerchief, he had not met the owner of this handkerchief for a long time. The owner who taught me how to be happy in simple terms, the first person willing to be his friend, the first person to make his life more colorful, the one who always cared, the one who always cared, although the age is relatively small, but the girl is able to make Gara's mind much more mature in dealing with problems.

Gara pensively looking at the handkerchief, a knotty smile printed on his handsome face.

"Where are you, Al? I miss you the same." Said Gara monologue.

Suddenly his mind was fixed on the haughty girl and this new jutek embarrassed him. Make him suffer, who else if not Annayara Alexandria.

Gara smiled cynically when she remembered Naya. He knew exactly how the girl's face was, he knew exactly how the girl behaved. The girl who bravely rejected him, berated him in front of others.

If the other girl in Naya's position, then she will scream while nodding off Gara's handsome face. However, things were different with this girl. He was not interested in Gara making the guy more curious about the type of guy Naya coveted actually.

He smiled mischievously as he remembered the events of that time. How upset the girl's face when she treated like a lover, how upset the girl's face when she called it 'boyfriend'. Because I remember it so much.

However, Gara held back his anger because of the incident at school. Naya already made him angry, upset, but somehow there was a strange feeling when she remembered the girl.

The girl he thought was rare, the unique girl who made his day suffer enough.

He ruffled his hair in frustration, why the hell do I have to think about the damn girl! Inner Gara.

Suddenly came the idea in his mind, he stepped out of the house to meet Naya who incidentally is a neighbor of Gara.

He knocked on the door of Naya's house, until it opened showing the figure of a middle-aged woman smiling at him.

"Good afternoon aunt, I'm Gara's next door neighbor Naya and Naya's boyfriend all at once." Kata Gara introduced himself while greeting Rayna who was still gawking at Gara's explanation.

"Eh, emm yes. Owh Gara's boyfriend Naya anyway, yaudah come in. Aunt Naya's call first ya daft." Said.

"Yes, thanks aunt." He said while sitting on the living room sofa.

Rayna knocked on the door of Naya's room slowly, the girl immediately opened the door of her room featuring the figure of the mother, she smiled ignorantly towards Naya making the girl a little surprised.

"What's the matter ma?" asked Naya who was still confused by the look on her mother's face.

Rayna chuckled little at this girl, "that's your boyfriend. Mama's son is already great now, already dating. Same next door again." Rayna.

Naya gawking at her mom, dating? With the next door neighbor? Is not wrong. Since when did he date the next door neighbor.

"Naya's not dating ma!" naya said evasive.

"That's under the guy who's waiting for you? Said your girlfriend, our next door neighbor." Rayna said while raising her eyebrows teasing the princess.

Naya's face instantly changed drastically, her gaze flat. It must have been that boy, who else if not Sagara Vallecano Jonathan the Playboy number one at school.

With a quick step he went down the stairs towards the living room, as he saw Gara daydreaming about the invisible idea in his mind, he smiled obliquely.

"SAGARA!"

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