Qibla Love A

Intimidations

Arion stared flatly at the middle-aged man in front of him. Arion doesn't know what this man's arrival means and what he wants. Why would you want to meet him? have they met before?

"I know that you must ask, why do I want to meet with the owner of this coconut plantation right?" guess the stranger.

Even the man who might be almost the same age as Pramono was chuckling small, when he saw the unfriendly face of his interlocutor.

"Meet me, I am Haris-Haris Baskoro, landlord in this area. I came here to plan to p-p-,"

"I don't sell it!" quick cut Arion.

Arion knows where this guy's talking is going. Haris Baskoro, this old man wants to buy his pet plantation - without saying stale and excuse me.

"I know where you're going, Mr. Haris Baskoro. But I really do not intend to sell this plantation, whatever price you will offer me" continued Arion firmly and straightforward.

Every word he said confirmed that he was not at all interested in Haris' offer.

Haris folded his lips, the man stared deeply at Arion. The ten fingers of his fingers, which included many expensive agate rings, looked interlocked. Even Haris leaned a little on her body - so that she could see Arion's face clearly.

Haris's face looks sharp, so serious and creepy. But Arion tried to calm down, not intimidated at all.

"I don't like your rejection young man. I'll make sure this coconut plantation falls into my hands!" he said so sure.

After saying that, Haris got up - the man in a black jacket behind him was seen holding out a cowboy hat on Haris.

"Let's go!" take Haris to the man in the black jacket.

Leaving the Arion still embedded in its place. Arion stared unreadably at the back of the old man-who had just given him a warning.

"Damn it! how dare he threaten me!" as Arion said, his arrogant and haughty attitude returned not in time.

Too bad.

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Aisya sighed harshly, as she looked at the man in a denim jacket not far from her - always staring meaningfully at her.

Aisya regretted not bringing her motorcycle when she went to the home. He chose to walk, because it was his habit.

"Is there anything Jeffri wants to talk to me about?"

Finally Aisya was not strong to open her voice. The maroon-hijab girl was already caught off guard, she was uncomfortable as Jeffri continued to follow in his footsteps.

What if someone thought badly, then spread such gossip - making people speculate badly on him, making the name of his husband and family tarnished.

"Why?"

Wh why?

Whatdoes thatmean? what does Jeffery want from him?

"I mean Jeff-,"

"Why do you always avoid Aisya? why don't you want to look at Ketu-,"

"I'm sorry, we've talked about this before. Hasn't Jeffri ever heard of the reason?do I need to explain it back?" sela Aisya fast.

The girl clasped tightly onto the sling bag strap. Aisya ventured to look at Jeffri, proving that she was not a weak girl.

"But that's not a clear reason. It's not that the heart can change, instead that feeling is bi-,"

"I'm married!"

Three words came out of Aisya's mouth, making Jeffri sculpt. Even the man was silent for a moment, his jakun up and down withstood the tightness and pain that was now hitting his heart.

"You're kidding, right?" tanyanya did not believe.

Even Jeffri chuckled softly, the young man rubbed his coarse hair. Jeffri bit his lips hard, so that he did not curse in front of his girlfriend.

"That's my right, Mas Jeffri, want to take my words as a joke or seriously," said Aisya calmly.

Jeffri's breath was hunting, his eyes were fixed on Aisya. Even slowly, the man drew closer to Aisya.

"Who? who is the man who has become your husband. Tell me ready-to-go,"

Jeffri's bullying aura faded, upon hearing the sound of the car horn from the opposite direction. Aisya even had to hold her breath, then exhaled slowly when she realized who the owner of the car was.

"Bang Rimba," he murmured slowly.

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**UTU UTU MAS JEFF, CINI OTHOR HUGGER 😘😘😘

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