Sekar (The Owner of Hearts)

May I Know You?

Vast

His steps came to a halt and he slowly turned his head towards the car that was right next to him.

"Mas Harsa?"

His eyes were round and his lips were gaping, indeed he was not sure that the man was the one who made his heart rhythm irregular today.

Harsa just gave the best smile for him as if to hypnotize him.

"It's midnight, drizzle again. Come on up, I'll drive you home."

He swallowed his saliva, glanced right to left and thought for a moment to accept or reject Harsa's offer.

Ahem..

Harsa cleared her throat slowly,

"Well, if you don't want anything.."

Harsa's words this time were quite upset, he thought the man really cared, in fact just a pleasantries.

"If you don't want to, yes I'll keep following you from behind until you get home safely. It's late at night, it's not good for girls to walk alone, where lonely anymore."

Harsa's voice sounded closer to her, it turned out that the man was already standing beside her while looking at her.

Then Harsa's hand opened the passenger car door.

"Let's go in! Nothing but, I don't like rejection..!" resolutely Harsa while looking at him sharply.

I don't know what made him comply, he got into the car. A smile of victory appeared engraved on the handsome face of the man.

Harsa

Only this first time, there was a woman who dared to weigh her invitation, until she was willing to repeat the invitation.

Who else if not a woman named Sekar. However, this kind of woman made herself even more challenged.

He looked at the beautiful woman sitting next to him at this moment. So did Sekar, the woman also looked at herself while frowning.

"Cock just shut up? Not walking?"

Strange questions according to him, so he prefers to answer with a thin smile.

"Mas?!" ask Me again.

"Yes, what?" he replied slowly with a smile and still did not run his car.

"I'm tired, sleepy to sleep." protest Sekar denfan face that has been bent.

"Jude, sleep." she replied casually.

"Mas?! Don't fuck around?!"

He scrunched his forehead,

"How assortment? I didn't say anything about you. I just want to let you go home."

"Well then, why just stay here?" sahut Sekar ketus's.

Truly this woman made him even more anxious and challenged to melt the heart of Sekar.

"Miss Sekar, I'm sorry. I didn't drive the car, because I didn't know where you were going?"

The white face of Sekar immediately turned red, definitely out of embarrassment, then the woman lowered her head while muttering softly.

"Sorry, why don't you ask?"

Finally he chuckles, though,

"Just want to ask, I've been digalakin. Where is this jaudah? If you don't tell me, I'll take it home."

Finally, he smiled embarrassedly,

"It's straight, until the second intersection turn left.it used to be." explained Sekar still without looking at him.

After running the car a few meters, he occasionally stared at Sekar who was still silent.

"Your clothes are wet, wear this first." he said, giving his jacket right in the seat of his steering wheel.

He looked at his jacket, then turned to his eyes.

He knew there would be another rejection.

"Your clothes are white, next time bring a jacket if you go home from work, it's not nice to see" he explained without staring at Sekar, because the wet white clothes look very contrasted with the black Sekar underwear.

Finally the woman again complied, took and put on her jacket which made her smile again.

After arriving at the white-storied building that read "Kos Amarta", he stopped his car and turned to look at Sekar.

"This costs? You're not real here?"

"Yes, it's my cost. I'm a Semarang."

He nodded his head, but momentarily scrunched his forehead.

"Kok no guy in gini nights?"

"This is the cost of mixing kok mas, first choose this cost because it runs out of girl costs. I'm looking for one that doesn't have a curfew, too, because I work." Sekar explained, making him nod his head.

"But safe?" somehow he felt worried about the situation of mixed costs like this.

"As long as it's safe anyway mas, by the way thank you mas." replied Sekar while taking off his jacket.

"Cock removed? Don't take it off, just wear it first. Bring it first is okay, your clothes are so wet, want to be a view of the guys inside?" he looked at Sekar and then turned to look at the wet clothes, which actually made him beat fast.

"How to go back to Mas? No need, it's okay I can run straight into the room. My room's downstairs."

"No, wear it! I still have a lot of jackets at home. Later if I want to take it, just take it to you." he replied firmly.

He handed his phone to the woman,

"Come in your number here, who knows I'll take that jacket again."

Seemed to smile, though,

"Cock smile?" tanyanya while looking at the beautiful wajag.

"It's okay" Sekar replied with his hands busy typing number by number on his mobile phone.

"It's mas. Where do you live?"

"I'm in South Jakarta."

He rounded his eyes,

"removed huh? Yaudah, thank you, the night must be tired, where far away the house. I'm going downstairs first, thanks for the ride."

His lips smiled at Sekar's concern about him,

"Yes, equally. Keep on sleeping, let's not catch a cold." he asked.

Vast

After entering his room, he took off a very large jacket on his body. The smell of expensive perfume typical of men is very attached to the jacket. Truly he still felt disbelief at this time he was wearing a jacket belonging to Harsa, a man who was very proud of the girls.

However, he again chose to limit his happiness this time. He did not want to be too late with feelings that were too deep.. Wouldn't every man be sweet when he hasn't gotten anything? Not necessarily also Harsa likes him, maybe just that the man is indeed good to everyone.

He prefers to go to the bathroom, clean himself up.

tiiigg...

I'm getting home. I'll pick up his jacket sometime. Nite Sekar's.

His eyes were already darkened, making his intention to reply to the message was gone already, he preferred to close his eyes and go into his sleep.

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