The Brondong Tajir

S2 9 Happy and Sad

This morning the sky looked very bright, as bright as the heart of Orion who was blooming. She kept thinking about what happened last night when she came home from the amusement park. Ah .. I don't know Orion feels like winning a month's turnover of thirteen digits.

The Flashback

When Orion's car reached the front of his Devanya house, the handsome young man did not open the car door immediately. However, he sat facing his Deva after he opened the belt. Devanya who was ready to get off the car, finally asked Orion to open the car keys first.

"Ion, let's unlock it! Surely papa has been waiting," Pinta Devanya.

"Well, you have no intention of thanking me?" ask Orion.

"Thank you Ion has killed me" said Devanya.

"It's not like that. Do you have any other way to thank me?" ask Orion.

"Want me to buy it? If you want tomorrow I buy meatballs at Mas Paijo's shop," Devanya bargained.

"I don't want a meatball that costs twenty thousand. The energy I put out is not worth a bowl of meatballs" Orion refused.

"Then what do you want? Want siomay or lick?"

"That's not what you want. You close your eyes enough. After that, I assume you've thanked me" Orion said.

"Well, just close your eyes" said Devanya.

Just close your eyes on the condition of thanks. Basic Orion, Inner Deva.

The blue-eyed girl closed her eyes. He relented so Orion could quickly open the door. Until he finally felt a soft sweep on his lips. The Deva will talk, but the Orion sense-tasting Indra has already broken through into his mouth. Although he was trying to break away but Orion had already held back his nape and deepened his kiss. Until finally the sound of a knock on the window of Orion's car surprised the two. Orion and his Deva break away from each other.

The security guard at Devanya's house stood beside Orion's car. Mr. Mustache noticed Orion's car parked outside the gate. After a long wait, no one got out of the car. Orion immediately got out of his car and met Mr. Mustache.

"Mas Ion, wasn't taken in the car?" ask the mustache.

"I want to go straight home, sir. It's late" Orion said.

While Devanya immediately ran into his house without saying anything to Mr. Mustache. While the security guard just smiled to see his employer's son who looked embarrassed because of being caught.

Flashback off

"Sister Ion, how handsome it is today. Come home from college we go yuk, brother! We did not walk together for a long time," Felisa invited by embracing the hands of Orion.

"Sorry! I have an event. Next time, yes!" orion released Felisa's hand.

"Sister Ion is not fun! Now you often refuse if I take the road," Felisa murmured.

"I'm busy working while I'm in college, Fellisa. Soon I'll have to write a script, so there's no time to mess around anymore" Orion said. "I first! Pull the bell," he said.

Orion left without waiting for Fellisa to speak. He further accelerated his pace, as he saw Diandra who was walking alone from the direction of the canteen without her Deva.

"Dian, didn't Tumben Vanya come?" ask Orion dingin.

"He didn't go to college. Last night went abroad with his parents," Diandra replied.

"What do you say, going abroad? Last night I went home with him," asked Orion in surprise.

"Yes! Even papa who brought them to the airport" said Rani.

Did Om Dave know I kissed his daughter last night, so he immediately sent his Deva overseas? Why not just rebuke me first? But instead of directly punishing me, lamented the heart of Orion.

"Dian, do you know Vanya's address there?" ask Orion.

"I don't know. I just know that they went overseas last night" Diandra explained.

Ah shit! Dave didn't mess with what he said. I should how? Anyway, I should be able to seduce Om Dave into giving Vanya's address there, Orion's heart-wrenching determination.

Diandra glanced at Orion who was like daydreaming. Inwardly he wanted to laugh looking at the expression of that rancid boy who looked languid. However, as much as possible Diandra hid it so that Orion did not feel offended.

Kasian also looked at the frustrated face of Ion like this. But let it be, at all times, a prankster, the inner Diandra.

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