Sekar (The Owner of Hearts)

Guests Held

Semarangs,

Vast

After the event in Yogyakarta, the two returned home to Semarang. This time not because there is a task, but he just wants to clean the house.

Again Harsa loaned a car by his om every come to Semarang. Harsa had expressed the desire to buy a car and leave it at Om Hadi's house every time they were in Jakarta.

However, he refused firmly, it is better to use an existing car, a car owned by the Hadiwangsa family rather than having to buy items that have never been used. Moreover, the car at home om Hadi is lined up and only 2 cars are often used.

"Tomorrow we are kulineran yuk yang, I want to eat tofu gimbal." murmured Harsa while focusing on driving.

"May, but tomorrow I'll meet my friends too? Wanna?" ask with spirit.

Harsa glanced at him,

"Turkey? Nanda again? What's Dipta?"

He snorted softly, Harsa was always suspicious of the two men.

"Mas, my friends here aren't just them. Tomorrow who wants to meet girls too. Beautiful you know..!" goda.

"Oh yes?! Wait where are you? If you wait for him, let me meet him tomorrow, you don't have to come."

His hand moved to pull the ear of his lover until Harsa groaned in pain. She herself was intent on flirting, but even she was also the one who was burning with jealousy, how was the story?

"No need to mess around, poke eyes if you mess around!" the grunts that made Harsa chuckle.

"You are strange, you yourself are fishing, the turn is considered even angry is not clear. Don't be angry, I'll kiss you again yesterday." Harsa raised her eyebrows while glancing flirtatiously at him.

"No..! Don't hope..! My mouth wants me to duct tape..!" his salad.

"Lakban put on my lips, right? Aye right?"

He could only shake his head at Harsa's babbling.

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Harsa

Sleeping with a lover is nothing new to her. But unlike this time his new relationship runs for a lifetime of corn, he has slept many times with this woman. Just with Sekar, almost every night they passed both.

His eyes were still fixed on the face of ayu who was curled up in his arms. His finger stroked Sekar's cheek which looked blushing. Staring at his girlfriend's face while sleeping like this, never really bored him.

Never bored or not bored? I don't know what he knows right now he's so happy to have this girl.

Actually their first meeting or rather he first met Sekar was not at that campus. He had seen Sekar when the girl received a trophy and wore a sash of a tourist ambassador champion.

Until finally he did not expect that they were reunited at the event. He still remembers Sekar's face while still without makeup, making it easy to remember when he met again.

For months he held back his curiosity to Sekar. Actually, he could have immediately obtained Sekar's contact easily, but he did not want to do so. Not because he is not curious or does not want to try, he just wants to try to believe that a soul mate will definitely return to him somehow.

"Thank God." he murmured inwardly as he curled his lips upwards.

Vast

He ran small and a little hasty when he heard the knock on his door at a very early morning according to him to visit.

His hand opened the window curtain slightly, his eyes rounded instantly as he knew who had come this morning. He intended to tidy up for a while just opened the door, but a pair of eyes from outside was staring at him

"Dad?! Same who?" when he saw his father standing at the door.

His father glanced at the luxury car parked in his carport.

"Whose hand?" asked her father who looked back at her questioningly.

He folded his lips, confused as to what to answer. Lying is also free, Harsa is currently still sleeping soundly on his bed.

"Dark? Who's that?" search his father again.

"Ehmm.Just enter me, then I'll tell you."

Finally his father came in and sat on the sofa of his living room. But his father's sharp eyes still scoured his face, even moving to the pajama dress he was wearing.

"Who are you sleeping with?" his father looked back at him and was about to stand up from the sofa, but his hand held his father's motion.

"It's Sekar's girlfriend, he's still sleeping in the room. Last night we just came from Yogya." she explained gently.

"Dad is no stranger to the license plate number of the car. Your boyfriend is here?" search his father back.

This time he will not be able to lie as well, the Hadiwangsa family license plate is all the same, only the two letters behind it distinguish.

His head shook, though,

"Not father, Sekar's girlfriend lives in Jakarta. That's his brother's car here."

His father frowned and still looked at him fixedly.

"Whose girlfriend are you? Hadiwangsa Family?"

He was only able to swallow his saliva when his father found out who owned the car. Surely, surely his father also knew who Hadiwangsa was, or even they knew each other? Maybe, because he realized who his father was, also a businessman.

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