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Aishiteru

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Shaka slammed the steering wheel of his dirt bike to the left, when there was a Red Brio car blocking his way suddenly arrived.

The young man in black jacket took off his full face helmet, staring fiercely at the car in front of him. Which crazy person would dare to do this reckless thing?

Shaka has a lot of misgivings, almost cussing and swearing at the crazy rider.

"If you can't bring your own car, at least bring an or-,"

"Mang Shaka!"

Shaka's words came to a halt, even the man's footsteps were reflexively backward-when he heard the voice and the person who had just stepped out of the car. Shaka slams the helmet in his hand, when he sees the innocent smile of a girl in peach-dress that looks start to get closer to him.

'Japanese Satan!' shaka in the heart.

"Where is Shaka going? sorry yes, I'm gang-,"

"Are you crazy?!" shaka jolt, make the girl reflex back.

"If you want to die, die alone do not bring people. Have a brain in use, you think what you were doing was not dangerous huh!" continued again.

Shaka rubbed his face rough, he tried not to explode the explosive. Even though it feels like Shaka wants to throw this girl who is of Indonesian Japanese blood into her Grandmother's dam.

"What's Rumi wrong?" tanyanya polo's.

"Why is Bang Shaka angry? kan Rumi just want to do it, so Rumi ngeduluin Bang Shaka." he continued.

Shaka clapped his own head with a helmet. He tried to be patient, but this girl always lured him to be impatient. Listen to what he says, yourself,

'What's wrong Rumi?'

Shaka could lose his word. He no longer knew what to talk about anymore, at the girl who had always been his stalker.

"A cow by the way!" shaka Tukas.

Harumi's pretty face was already deeply bent, her eyes narrowed in annoyance at the man she loved - but Arshaka was not at all willing to see her sincerity all along.

Though Harumi has committed her heart and love to Shaka. Without Arshaka knowing that Harumi had rejected many rich single men in Japan and Indonesia, only for Arshaka Adythama Syarief.

"Review the car! I'm growing!"

With gontai Harumi stepped back, but both eyes continued to be fixed on Shaka who looked cool and macho while sitting on the dirt bike with a full face helmet attached to his head.

Unwillingly, Harumi finally leaves her car to the shoulder of the road. The narrow-eyed girl let out a rough sigh, as she watched Shaka take her motorcycle forward like a madman.

What does Shaka want to avoid so much, to drive the motor like an evil person.

"Open your heart, open it up a little bit for me, so I can have you...

How painful, how painful my heart is... Always you don't think I have anything..." Harumi instead sang a salacious song, which is exactly the same as what is currently in nature.

He loved Arshaka so much over the years, being known to Arshaka himself - but it turned out that the man was completely unwilling to accept his love, let alone accept looking - it seemed that Shaka was not willing.

Harumi wiped her tears that suddenly fell, she was so weak because of a man named Arshaka. The damned man who always breaks his heart, the damned man who always makes a wound in his heart, and unfortunately the damned man is the one who has already stolen half his heart, and Harumi was hard to just throw that sense away.

"Aishiteru, Arshaka," he muttered slowly, before Harumi returned to drive her car.

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