The Choice of a Little Girl Papa

The Black Car Prince

No one spoke, there was only a voice from the people around who were crowded in this mall. Since the incident, Zan so surly and answered briefly if rasya asked. and even more, there was a man who was kind of familiar with Rasya and it turns out that he was also a former lover of rasya.

Ahh this makes zan frustrated, two ex-lovers meet at the same time. does it make sense?.

"seriously this mah want until when diem-dieman doang" stirring his drink while staring at zan who was fiddling with his cellphone.

"om has not pouted" sighed softly.

Zan did not flinch still typing a message on his phone.I don't know who he sent the message with, but it seemed to focus once.

"the stone can be jealous too huh" muttered to himself as he sucked up his drink.

Zan heard it, he put his rough phone on the table and stared flat at Rasya.

"ga–gak om not saying anything really" swallow the drink quickly.

"can you still lie? which one of your exes is going to show up?" cynical zan with his cold gaze.

Rasya chuckles amused to hear it. Maybe this has been an hour or so zan silenced him because of the problem of the former. yes where he knows there will be his ex here, zan thinks he wants what to see the ex.

"don't you bring me here because you already know your ex will be here too" he squinted.

"i didn't know that they would be here either, diligently meeting the ex on purpose" made a convincing face.

Zan kept squinting his eyes, ahh what is this man.

"do you think it's like that person back then, huh?" shoring chin.

"now you're comparing me to your ex?" an annoyed and sour face added to his face.

"former mulu wonder" clucked.

The sour face is slightly reduced.

"when I was 10 years old if I wasn't wrong, there was a guy who accidentally bumped into me when I came home from tutoring" recalls that time.

"he's so cool, getting out of his black car in a white suit and on his cold face he said 'you're okay?' " imitates the heavy and cold voice of the person being talked to rasha.

Zan scrunched his forehead, when rasya was 10 years old how many years ago? why is he no stranger to those words.

"but bad he just did not help get up or anything, after I said 'gapapa kak' he immediately went back into the car" continued rasya very cool to tell.

Zan's gaze changed as if he understood the rasya story.

"like you once anyway, cold, flat, cruel, but handsome like a prince in a black car" frustrated-faced confused by his words.

"that's me" said zan made rasya immediately open his mouth, surprised.

"ahaha kidding where possible"

"two pigtails with red ribbons, that's you, right?" his eyes could not be separated from the surprised racea.

"se–seriously?" blinked his eyes a few times.

He made no sound, just stared flat in response.

"what's that look? that gaze belongs to the prince in my black car" chirped rasya because ya still do not think that it is zan.

"careless since childhood" smiled obliquely, rather laughs disdainfully.

"is it serious?" advancing sitting.

Zan crossed his arms, it was hard to believe that the man was indeed zan.

"try the proof that it's you" still won't accept that the man is zan.

"are you okay?" his cold gaze that was told rasha earlier he let out with a tone of voice that was no less cold and flat.

"real wahh? wahh" closed his mouth in surprise as well as admiration.

$truly his race always praised the cold gaze of the man who hit him because it was very handsome in his eyes.

"the world's really narrow huh?" still closing his mouth unexpectedly.

Zan's gaze had turned flat again and expressionless.

"what age were you?" staring at the twinkle like a curious child.

Zan thought for a moment, something made him not forget that day and everything that happened, so he remembered the 10-year-old Rasha.

"twenty-five" he said after remembering.

Rasya closed his mouth again, he calculated his age at that time.okay fifteen years, no he will not say it in front of zan.

Nothing has changed, so good looking until now. How old is zan now? rasya count later.

"do you think you can stay young?" sucked back the drink.

"everyone is aging, no one is youthful"

"but you don't make the same difference that you're twenty-five years old"

Zan did not answer, not something he had to answer either. about the visual of someone that no one knows right? if God wants that person's face to be like that, how? but Zan never said in front of the mirror 'wahh lookin' me laughable once.

"do you still want the details?"

"must I answer?" tapping table.

Not so ah, spooky gaze zan. Better be quiet.

How did zan forget about it? it was his birthday, he had eaten his parents at the time.Telling what his life was like every year passed, even though only two gravestones were in front of him. but it had made him happy and comfortable because he could tell his life to his parents, even though only two headstones seemed to accompany him.

And it still happens today.

"rather than daydreaming mending om pay, this is already a malem" pointed to the cashier who is quite crowded people order.

With her flat face she stood, why did she now feel happy when paying to the cashier all the food she ate with rasya?. earlier ordered rasya who paid zan. harmoniously.

drrt

Rasya turned his gaze from zan to the phone lying there. kepo he slightly glanced at the screen, and even more curious to see the order.

"why not be locked? danger once" his intention wanted to close back hp zan, but accidentally read the contents of the message.

His eyes were more curious when a photo of a letter plastered accidentally he pushed the back button.

"let's go" suddenly zan's voice instantly makes rasya reflex close the screen hp zan.

"a–ayo" grabbed his bag and immediately stood up. What was it? it seems he recognized that.

It's late but this mall seems to have not closed, as far as rasya mall is open 24/7. but want to until when zan bring it around?.

"there's an incoming message on your phone" breaking the silence at every step.

Zan immediately reached into his suit pocket and pulled out the flat object.His steps stopped while reading the message.

"why?" look back.

"empty on your schedule tomorrow" put the phone back in.

"uh? why?" noticed zan's big steps which made him have to run small to chase after him.

"nona danita invites you tomorrow" stopped abruptly and made rasya hit her back.

"uh!" holding jidatnya.

"sloppy" without sin resumed his path.

Is there no such thing?. Aihh this living stone.

"where's the woman taking me?" running after zan who had left him far away.

Zan stopped abruptly again and almost made rasha hit his back again. "buy baby gear"

"ohh" nodded while holding her nose.

"are you coming too?" hold the hand of zan who will walk first again.

"if you have me there too" stared flat like a rock.

Rasya's face turned into sumringah. "ayo om follow" pulled zan's hand.

"home" again draws the rasha's hand towards the opposite direction.

"ih no! let's go" tried hard to pull Zan along with him.

Okay okay this mall is still crowded visitors, rasya tugging on zan alone is already staring strange.zan still has veins of shame unlike rasya.

"what's here for?" shriveling his forehead.

"look for a couplean shirt" pulled zan in.

Zan took a rough breath, for what?! there was just this racist behavior.he vowed to throw away his clothes later.do not understand zan with racial mindset.

Seriate