Secretary Naughty

chapter 78

Taking Clay away from his new school, Cleo was really treated to an amazing sight.

When the boy, running into the school gate, with both hands stretched out in the air, he flew like a plane.

Fly, as high as you can.

Returning to his motorbike, Cleo broke the streets of the jammed capital, undeniable that this would take the time that a busy businessman indeed.

When his gaze returned out of focus, a small boy ran towards him.

Intentionally or not, Cleo certainly tried to slam the steering wheel of the motor to the right.

Until the impact could not be avoided, Cleo fell and slammed up to a few meters ahead, fortunately things like this he was used to doing, so it did not make Cleo feel tremendous pain.

"You okay, son?" cleo asked in a panic.

Looking at the face of the boy, for some reason Cleo felt like she had met.

Where, even Cleo forgot.

The boy simply nodded in exchange for his answer.

When Cleo saw his bruised face, she thought to herself 'what had happened to her'

"Uncle I'm sorry" she said in a trembling voice.

Cleo held her shoulders back, not going to let this brat off just like that, for some reason her premonition said it was not good.

Trying to check, and right behind his pocket was five grams of meth.

He's dealer? or just being forced to do so?. asked Cleo inwardly.

The boy quickly squealed at Cleo, begging for her mercy so she wouldn't be taken to the police station.

"Uncle don't take me, I'm just told, '" he said.

"No, I won't take you, will you come with me?" ask Cleo.

There was clearly doubt in the eyes of the boy, even he looked right and left, afraid that someone might be following him.

"What do you see?"

"none... Uncle I'm sorry I can't come with you." he said and ran away leaving Cleo.

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(Difference time Indonesia - London 7 hours faster Indonesia)

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London 21:25

Arka's life was made a mess because of Alice's presence at her side, the woman always tailed behind her.

Even at this time, Alice casually placed her head on Arka's thigh, while surfing with her phone.

"I think you're the shameless woman I first met" Arka said.

"And you're the stone man I met first" he said.

"How many men have you kissed?" tanya Arka full of search.

"Nothing, you're first" Alice replied.

Putting her phone back, Alice changed her position to sit on Arka's lap.

The wind blew as their eyes clashed against each other, like an unspoken word, his gaze froze Arka in silence.

There was no repulsion as Alice wrapped her hands around Arka's neck, this woman buried her face on her shoulders.

The rhythm of a heartbeat so fast, so sweeping, like a beautiful bedtime melody.

When drowsiness begins to strike, the eyes are closed by themselves, sending women in the arms of Arka to dreamland.

The feeling that has been destroyed for the third time, will not be easy to rearrange, although as hard as any try, will ultimately remain the same.

When the seconds of the clock become a determinant of how the next Arka acts, find a beautiful girl sleeping in her lap.

Her breathing was so calm, as if there were no burdens in her life, Alice had gone too far in her dreamland.

Arka carried Alice's body, took her to the room in her office, put her on the bed, she would leave.

However, a grip on his wrist stopped Arka's steps.

"No. don't.." messed with Alice in her sleep.

The calmness in her sleep did not look back, Alice was so frightened.

What the hell is going on.

"Don't go."

Arka crouched down beside Alice "calm down, I won't go."

Ah, a promise Arka unconsciously made just to make Alice calm again, and this is like a dagger, which in time can stab her again.

Choosing to join her lying beside Alice, there was nothing she could do more than embrace the life roll.

Let Arka sleep early tonight, who knows what tomorrow will be.

The morning sunlight barged in through the window, warming every soul who felt cold about the world life so full of illusions.

Alice was still reluctant to move, a sense of tightness during her sleep, apparently obtained from the arc that continued to wrap her arms around her stomach.

He's a gentle man, maybe circumstances that force him, but Alice is not good at guessing hell, she is not a fortune teller let alone can guess the contents of someone's heart.

"For my husband" said Alice, as Arka opened her eyes.

"Who are you calling husband?" asked Arka, her voice still hoarse.

Arka's gaze was still so blurry, rubbing her face, she chose to wake up immediately, leaving her room.