Satpam Turns out Sultan

Hearts

"There will soon be his sister Yoga will come, meminin you. If you want to eat anything, tell him, yeah!" rasyid said, wearing his jacket and tidying his hair. Nadin just sat there watching what her husband was doing.

"Oiya, don't forget to call oma Zarin, pity, from yesterday you didn't call. Don't worry parents. Not good" Rashid said again.

"Just let him, who told him to marry me. Try her so I'm still a girl. Am I not going anywhere? at home, right?" answered Nadin, origin.

Rashid stepped closer to the beautiful woman. Then support. Look at him with love.

"Your marriage is open for no reason. He wants you to survive your stepmother's scheming. Oma realized that her physical now began to be difficult to compromise, so she chose this path. After all, the man he chose was not just any man, right? I'm handsome, sexy, smart, charismatic, less what else is heeem?" rasyid replied, joking.

"Not funny, sana ah. Don't whip. You're a bitch" replied Nadin shyly.

Rashid smiled happily at the wife's bashful behavior.

"Kiss first, and I'll go" pinta Rashid.

"Kiss what kiss. Oh, no, sana! you smell strawberries!" reject spoiled Nadin but also nervous.

"Strawberries? where's ada! This smells of expensive perfume tau, can be given by the boss," replied Rashid while kissing his armpits.

Nadin smiled, it was funny to see the hilarious behavior of a man who claimed to be sexy.

Nadin's smile turned out to be so seductive, if only a little he kissed the sweet lips. How happy is a Rashid.

When can we practice halal worship, Yank. You make gemes know.

Rashid stared intensely. Look into Nadin's eyes. Trying to find his name in the heart of this beautiful woman, through the radiance of beautiful eyes of course. Unfortunately, over time Nadin misbehaved too.

"There no!" tell Nadin again, this time a little tart.

"No way, not kissed yet. Husband wife if you want to split, usually kiss first. Let's just calm down. Kiss yuk!" take Rashid, joking, with his naughty smile of course.

"Ihhh, what the hell? Bawdy. I was there, if I didn't hit it!"

Rashid laughed softly. Nadin is not good at pretending.

"Yes, yes, okay. Promise not to miss! I can go home in the morning!" say Rashid again. Then he moved away too.

"Yes, ntar is restless!" kanda Rashid's.

"No, yeah!" Nadin moved out of his seat, then opted out of the room. For a long time he could not stand the behavior of Rashid who always provoked his emotions. It's nothing, Nadin is just afraid of not being able to hold back his feelings.

Rashid continued to smile. He knew, Nadin's feelings were weak, not as strong as his mouth which always refused it.

"Slow, Syid, don't be rash. Patience, hold on, believe me, soon you will surely be able to take care of the spoiled girl's heart. Okay!" rasyid said, encouraging himself.

Before long, someone rang the bell. It looks like it's Mita, a female bodyguard assigned Yoga to look after Nadin.

***

Heavy rain flushed the Jakarta-Bandung toll road. Violeta drives alone in the rain. This beautiful girl looks a little worried. Not worried about the rain. But the fuel of his car was a little, whereas he had no money at all.

Money, ATM cards and anything related to money he had handed over to Zarin. Then how is this? Holy hooch!

Just five minutes he imagined the distress, the car could not turn on. Fuel out. Violeta pulled her car over.

"Oh my God, what a test is this. Aaiisshhh. Shit!" vio while hitting his car's driver.

Vio looked at the usual place he saved money to refuel. There are only twenty thousand. Then he went back to look for it in his bag, unfortunately there was not a single piece of money. There are only a few coins whose value is not much.

"God! This is my life!" said Vio. He wanted to cry, but was ashamed. Cook at the age of almost three, crying. Just because I ran out of gas.

"No Vio no, you don't cry. This is not funny, mobile phone.where mobile phone, yes I have to calm down, find help. Yeah, don't want Vio, let's go get help" Violeta said, looking for someone she could call for help.

"Who's good? Mmmm... Sifa, Naya, Vivi, ahhhh... Who is it? Come onl... Yoga! Ah no no, later there I was even bullied the same damn frog. No, not him, not him. He's not human, Vio, please. " said Violeta, afraid of herself, confused of herself, nervous of herself. Until he could not hold back his own tears.

Gosh, almost thirty minutes this girl's messing with her cell phone. But he has not yet decided who to ask for help. At the end of the day, someone knocks on the door of his car.

A man, wearing an umbrella. Violeta looked over. And how surprised he was, because the person outside this car was that guy. The man he hated, but that man had been spinning in his mind.

Seriate...