The Badboy Secret Wife

Beautiful, Sweet And Full Of Attraction

After a few days of pulling over in Bandung ....

"It turns out, yes, if as little as level 5 can make it disappear instantly," joroh Nadira with a mouth of spiciness while enjoying a bowl of a bowl of red-fruitful fruit lit.

"Banget, Brother! I'm sure if again in the PHP-in or just hosted the same ex, I must have ordered this seblak," said Naya, Nadira's cousin's sister who always accompanied Nadira.

During these 4 days, Nadira slowly began to break away from the shackles of fear. His soul felt more calm and free. In addition to being away from Arash's supervision, Nadira also felt warmer and more comfortable in the middle of her aunt's family.

"You're still Junior High, you already have an ex?" goda Nadira on Naya who is 3 years younger than him.

"Oh my goodness, Brother ... My ex is half kodi tauuu."

Nadira only chuckles, Naya's joy is entertainment for Nadira. The babbling of the pubescent Junior High School boy always accompanied the days of Nadira.

"For nothing! You are my brother, you are ...."

"Btw, Nad wants to go home tomorrow? Huhu, no more snacks if Kak Nad returns to Jakarta," said Naya somewhat complaining.

"You want to be here longer, but if you miss a lot later on, a few more months have started the exam, if you don't pass it is not funny" replied Nadira.

"But the holidays are later, he's staying here longer. Usually, I am not given motorcycles with Mama, but if there is Kak Nad, every afternoon we are allowed to make roads and snacks kayak gini," hoped Naya.

"The plan is that you will go to college here, then we will have more time together like this."

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Waaah, ashiik dong!"

Pingy! Naya's phone clinks, there's an incoming message from the Goddess.

"Mom told you to go home, Brother."

"Well, let's go home now,"

They were preparing to go home from the food stall with lips red blushing with piquancy.

"Udah do not need to wear lip tint anymore, after eating seblak pedes aja has made our lips auto sexy like gini," joked Naya. Naya's babbling always made Nadira smile amusedly.

"You are, Nay. There's-there's a deh, wear your helmet," said Nadira then thrust the helmet on Naya.

The motorbike is parked on the side of the road, the parking is so crowded because there is a crowded area with streetfood stalls. In the afternoon, the area is always crowded by young people who want to spend the afternoon.

"Behold, you're out on the bike first, Nay ..." Nadira pulled back his bike from the rows of motorcycles and cars parked there, but ....

Srtt! Due to lack of calculation, Nadira accidentally eroded the body of the parked car docked to his left with the end of the handlebar of his motorbike.

Ninu ninu! The car alarm went off and Nadira panicked.

"Well, how can you?" he muttered, he was very panicked and afraid of what else because the friction had left an elongated beret mark on the body of the car.

Some people who happened to be there instantly noticed.

"Douh, Brother Nad? Berets are people's cars," murmured Naya no less panicked.

"Wow, aren't you careful?" parking lot attendants panic.

Can-can save money Nadira run out to compensate for repairs on the body of the car that beret it.

"Hey, you! Don't run!"

Before long, a handsome young man emerges from the coffee shop next door and judges Nadira. It was possible that the young man was the owner of the car that Nadira had just pulled together.

"No, no escape ..." said Nadira. His heart was pounding violently, between fear and panic.

"How is this going to matter?" The young man was still a bit cranky and fierce.

"I will take responsibility anyway, want to be taken to the workshop now come on too," replied Nadira ventured, he did not want to be considered a loser.

The young man looked at Nadira. A few seconds after getting angry, the young man realized that the girl who broke the car was a sweet girl full of attraction.

"Sister Nad brought the money? We were just given money to spend with my mom," whispered Naya, she looked more frightened than Nadira.

"Just be calm, I still have savings" replied Nadira confidently.

"I'm sorry, but it wasn't on purpose! Or, call me the nominal I have to spend to replace the workshop fee, I will pay right now!"

"Basic bungle sloppy!" the boy's lips. Between annoyance but anxiety also with the figure of Nadira.

"How much? A million? A million and a half? Enough?" challenge Nadira.

"Yes nantangin?"

"Yes only want to be negative if I will not run away from responsibility" said Nadira.

Nadira's personality really attracted the young man. He even deliberately linger to negotiate in order to be able to deal with the 17-year-old girl longer.

"Waduuh Broo's! The fate of your new car is so bad! Just bought it again!" Then another young man appeared, probably a friend of the car owner.

"This is all, I don't know how much I have to pay later, I just ask for your number! When the workshop is over, I will call you again!" said the young man, smelling the scent of mode on his demands.

"OK if you want that. Write down my number" Nadira said, not minding.

"okay!" The young man pulled out his phone and was ready to take down Nadira's number.

"08××××××."

"May too, Bre! Sweet as well, this little troublemaker," whispered the young man's friend, he followed closely watching Nadira's figure.

"Your number is not active? Lho? Deliberately giving me a fake number?" suspect the young man because of a number that Nadira could not reach.

"That's my number. Coincidentally my phone is no longer active, after coming home from here I will activate it again, I am not lying! His phone was left at home" said Nadira.

"really? No nipples?"

Nadira is not willing to be accused of being a fraud. Nadira glanced at Naya who had been trembling from fear.

"Nay, give me your number too" Nadira told Naya.

"But, Brother ...." Naya kind of objected.

"Please, for mastiin only if you will not lie to that person" whispered Nadira.

"Yes ...." Naya also resigned.

"Print my adek number, please, too" Nadira told the young man.

The young man also kept Naya's number as a guarantee that Nadira would not run away from responsibility.

"That's active, right? You can call my number or my sister's number!" said Nadira.

"OKAY. I'll call you later."

"Can I leave now?" ask Nadira.

"Please ...."

Nadira was relieved because at least he could go and avoid people's attention. Luckily the car owner was not too muddy to demand on Nadira to pay compensation in that second as well.

Nadira is ready again on his bike, as well as Naya. Before leaving, Nadira glanced at the owner of the car and her beautiful glances made the owner of the car freeze for a while as if cupid had arched his heart when Nadira glanced at him.

"Marii ..." said Nadira politely and then he left the handsome young man in a state of romance. Nadira's figure is very easy to attract attention, she is attractive beauty, it is not difficult to fall in love with him.

"Buck! But saucy! It can be patted too like, Bro!" the young man's friend.

"We'll see, does he really want responsibility?"

"You can't pay for money, just ask him to pay for another."

"Well, lo's brain!"

The young man gawked away to return to the coffee shop, followed by his friend.

Who is the young man who owns the car?

His name is Arka, a student who is studying at one of the universities in the city of flowers. His age is not far from the age of Arash, but Arka looks neater and sweeter than Arash who is a little more urgency. Both are handsome and charismatic.

Will Arka take advantage of that moment to approach Nadira? If that happens, then what about Arash?