THE ERROR BOOK IS NOT TO BE READ
NEW LIFE
Today is the first day for a Tristani. He was no longer a young man who came from village to city with a long life. A fate that forcibly changes its fate unexpectedly.
What happened to Tristan changed his life. Although, he doesn't know who he is. However, that was what made this naturally handsome face-owning man able to live in a luxurious mansion.
However, this was a bad start for a Rayla. The beautiful girl who has an oval face with dimples and has a proportional body feels that she will be preoccupied with the presence of Tristan. He will be held accountable until Tristan regains his memory. That is, Rayla must continue to accompany Tristan at all times. Makes his language disappear instantly.
Rayla is not a very good boy. He often quarreled with his father because of his overdue nightlife. Rayla often comes home late in the morning. And always drunk when you get home. That's what made his father rise in blood to face this only child.
On the other hand, the father is very fond of the figure of Tristan. I don't know what made him so fond of these village men.
"Forth, Nak Tristan," said a middle-aged man who owned the house where Tristan was taking shelter.
"Morning, sir," he said with a smiling face.
Tristan just came out of his room. She sits at the dinner table with Rayla and her dad. After Bi Imah knocked on the door of the room and told him to join them.
"Morning, Ma'am," said Tristan to Rayla who was munching on sandwiches. Who sat right in front of him.
"Call, Rayla, Mas. Not for Mom, Mother. I'm still young," he replied in a slightly cynical tone.
"Rayla!" His father looked towards his son. Reprimanding him with a slight glare as a code of affirmation attitude.
"I go first yes, Pa," said Rayla bidding farewell to her father by shaking both hands after devouring all the sandwiches into her stomach.
"Where are you going? aren't you on college leave?"
"I want to go to Rina's, Pa. Got business. Important."
"Hm. Tristan, you're coming with my son, yes" exclaimed his father Rayla to the man who had just taken a glass of white milk.
"What! ah Papa's. Why Tristan is coming with me. I just want to go to Rina's, Pa. Also not long, Kok," said Rayla with a wry face.
"Take Tristan. Or tell Rina to come to our house," exclaimed her father Rayla.
"Aaaachhhhh! Papa why the hell!" gerrutu annoyed. "I took Tristan with me."
"I took a shower, Mom, yes" Tristan said innocently.
"Mothers. Mother. Raylas. Call Rayla. Mas—Tristan," he said with a cynical smile.
"Ma-Sorry. Ray .. la," Tristan replied a little awkwardly.
The middle-aged man shook his head with a small laugh from his seat.
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"Can you drive?" rayla asked a little hard to the young man next to her. When they were in front of the blue BMW car perched dashing in the garage.
"Norkey!" Tristan shook his head.
"Hah the village base," said Rayla slowly. "Nyusahin aja," his grunts annoyed.
"Yes in," cried Rayla in an annoyed tone telling Tristan to get in the car.
In plain view, Tristan opened the passenger door at the back. Where he remembered the first time riding this four-wheeled vehicle was sitting on a bench in row two.
"Ennn—nak just sat there. You think I'm your driver!" yell Rayla with a tough tone.
"So, where am I sitting?" ask Tristan plain.
"On roof! yes, here!" Rayla shows me the chair next to her. "The hunt!" snapped Rayla. Tristan immediately moved from his seat.
"Well, at my house, you don't have much money, okay!"
"Where are we going, Ray ... la?"
"No! I just said, don't do much. Why do you want to know now," Rayla cerocos with a sour face. And then he stepped on the gas pedal. Drive out the garage.
"Heart, Non Rayla," said Mr. Ujang who served as a personal security at his home to remove Rayla's car out of the fence.
Ow hell! I have to tell you what Rina is. Where will we go to the club tonight, Rayla complained in a troubled heart.
"You really don't want anything?" rayla asked who seemed not too sure of Tristan's true state.
"Yes, Mom. Uh M-Sorry. Bener Ray," Tristan replied as he was. He was still a little awkward calling the beautiful woman by name.
"Yakin, Ray .. la," replied Tristan.
I need to get him to therapy. Let him quickly realize. And he doesn't bother me anymore Rayla said in her heart.
"Why are you smiling so, Ray .. la? ask Tristan wonder.
"Ah. Notwithstanding. Who smiles." The girl was embarrassed. "Oh yeah, you can't name me don't use that pause!"
"Hmm—. I mean, Ray ... la?"
"Well that. Kayak it. Ray .. l. You can't call it straight, Rayla!"
Tristan nodded his head. "I'm still awkward," he said.
"She sounds weird. Oh or you call me Non. Non Rayla," he said.
"I try, yes" replied Tristan.
Rayla smiled sinisterly glancing at Tristan. Hahaa—'s. Goody! he said it was happy in my heart.
TIN—TIN!
A man with a gallant body, wearing a uniform from safari material, opened the fence from a luxury house in the south of Jakarta. Rayla has arrived at her best friend's house.
"Hy beb," said Rina who greeted from the front door. "Who the hell?" she whispered in Rayla's ear as she glanced at Tristan who was standing behind her friend.
"Cowok was in a coma" Rayla replied in a whisper in Rina's ear.
"Ah seriously! how can you be the same?"
"Acch. I'll tell you a story later, Beb."
"Hi, Ma'am," said Tristan, kindly reprimanding the owner of the house.
However, it just made Rina and Rayla chuckle. They heard it funny because Tristan called Rina "Mbak."
With a puzzled face, the handsome young man asked, "Why? did I speak wrong?" tanyanya polo's.
"Yes, it's clearly wrong! he is your mother. Jamu maam. Maid. Ahaha!" Rayla's Ogat. "Call him, Non. Ok!" rayla exclaimed in a commanding tone to Tristan.
"Oh. So. Okay, Non," said Tristan.
"Hahahaa—." The two beautiful girls chuckled again as they stepped inside the house.
Inside the room, Rayla and Rina were gossiping. While Tristan waited in the living room while looking around. With a glass of orange juice and a light snack.
"Hahaha—. So that's it, Ray," said Rina after hearing the story from her best friend.
"Well because of that he ended up living in my house. And strangely my papa's like that she's at home."
"It's okay, baby. It could be a victory. It looks good too. Unabashedly. Haha. More handsome than Hadi," said Rina.
"What the hell!" Rayla's face instantly turned sour. "No need to talk about that jerk guy" he said seriously.
"Sorry, Beb," said Rina feeling guilty.
"I tried to forget him, Rin. It hurts so bad," Rayla said with her eyes beginning to glaze over.
Rina approached Rayla who was on her bed. "Sorry—. Yes it will be malem we are happy-hapy," he said trying to entertain.
Lina hugged her best friend. "So, tonight the doi is invited by dong."
"Well that's him. I wouldn't have been allowed to papa if I wasn't with him. Ah—. Why is my life so fucked up like this, anyway," lamented Rayla.
"Yes nice dong, Beb. At least, with him you become easy everywhere. Yeah, think of it, he's the slipper you're out of the house. Really, no."
Rayla pulled both corners of her lips. "Totally too!" muttered.
"Who's coming tonight, Beb?" rayla asked by hugging the bolts sheathed hello kitty while returning to lay her body on the mattress.
"much. But the average of Risa's friends. He said one of Risa's friends had an event tonight. Yes, we have followed it" replied the woman with a mixed face of arab and European.
