The Love of Azzalea

Chapter 8. Obsession Selena 1

To love means to put ourselves in, to be the right person, to our partner, and to make him happy.

Instantly the atmosphere was silent, the impact of the girl's curse. The man in the checkered shirt, staring intently, the woman before him.

"Jaga, loe's mouth." Threaten, by pointing the index finger, to the woman's face.

Ruckus, attention fishing. Some restaurant guests, and scurity, took part

"She, what?" ask scurity, with a fierce look.

A few pairs of eyes, staring at each other, whispering, then starting to carve out a story.

Dirga, who refused to seek attention, immediately left. While the red-haired woman, was still the center of attention.

"What's up, rame-rame?" Manager resto, present drive away the crowd. Two girls with hands, full of groceries, approach Selena.

"Why, Len?" The woman with the thick mascara in her eyes, asked a question.

"We unplug. Let me tell you a story."

The woman, taking her two best friends, left the restaurant. Separating a pair of eyes, watching them, from a distance.

Inside the restaurant, Azzalea smiled with satisfaction and felt grateful, with a delicious dish, which had just been eaten.

"You likey?" The man before him, broke the atmosphere.

The beautiful Dara, before her nodding, with a knotty smile, brought up her dimples.

"thank you. Next time, I'll change the deal."

"We can come here again, next time." The man, made an offer.

His heart, filled with hope, was on the girl, in front of him.

Slow down, as long as someday! The tissue on the table gives directions. Understand the young man's heart.

He was worried, ahead of people. Glass on the table chimed.

A gaze full of admiration, from several pairs of eyes, was fixed on the two.

"Crazy, pretty." Compliment the women in one corner of the restaurant.

"His man, handsome. It must be a matching shrill." The other girl gave an excuse.

"If I had noticed. The girl, not just physically beautiful, but her nature, too, okay."

Woman with hands, holding her drink, join the drift. Before sipping the juice.

Gawai Azka, vibrate, ask for attention. The man grabbed it, his thumb sliding the screen.

"Sister. I was in the apartment. Brother, where?" A spoiled voice, a woman instantly sounded.

"Wait, rest first. In a moment, I'm home." Answer Azka with a flat expression, then close the phone.

"We're home." Take it to the girl in front of him.

The two left the mall, with different feelings, infiltrating the recesses of their hearts.

The day before dusk, the color of the sky is as yellow as an omelet that has just matured.

After returning from home, Azzalea. The young man with a tall body, runs his car to his apartment.

As soon as his feet entered his residence, a beautiful woman greeted him.

"Sir Azka, where are you going?" Spoiled ask.

"How long have you lived in Jakarta?" The man asked back, throwing his body onto the sofa.

The girl in shorts, covering her smooth half thigh, caught up with him. Sitting next to him, sticking like glue.

"Sir Azka, don't you like it, Nisa lives here?"

The woman asked, with both hands beginning to twitch spoiled on the man's shoulder. The distance between his two faces was ten centi.

"Well you, stay in the villa. There are Mba Imah and others who will prepare, all your needs."

He said as he moved away from the body of the woman beside him. A feeling of disgust approached him.

Someone pressed the password of the apartment door. Moments later, Krishna appeared after the door opened.

Two eyes were on him. He greets the woman he knows as adopted sister, Azka.

"Hey, Nisa. How are you?"

The woman on the sofa just nodded her head. Feeling annoyed, being disturbed by his presence.

"Pack! Krishna will take you to the villa." Azka's Order.

The woman beside him, lowered her head. Feeling her efforts approaching the handsome man by her side, deadlocked.

"Pack! Krisna, don't have much time."

His orders returned with a vote up an octave.

The girl moved violently from her seat. Going by stomping both legs, the lips form a cone.

"Bro, there's a client. Ask to meet at the club."

Krisna made a sound, when Nisa had disappeared, behind the room. He took a seat, in front of Azka.

"Must be, right there?"

"His photograph, the owner of the club, is his friend. So all of you want a reunion"

"But you have to follow."

Krisna agreed with a hand gesture, and a one-eye blink.

Anisa, get out of the room, with a suitcase and sling bag crossed over her body.

"Here, I help!" Krisna approached, intending to grab her suitcase.

"Not need." Said the girl, haughty.

Krisna shrugged both of her shoulders, her eyebrows raised, a faint smile expanding on her face.

Azka, take the two to the lips of the apartment.

"It's fine in Jakarta." His message to his sister, before closing the door.

The handsome man stepped into his room, undressed all his clothes, then cleaned himself up.

After the maghrib prayer, he headed for the club, where his client waited.

***

At the Araina house, three virgins sit back on the porch, with fresh drinks and snacks on the table.

"So, you got the memo, from me?" Raina asked the girl with waist-length hair.

The woman, nodded slowly. A puzzled facial expression, with eyes looking straight at the girl in front of him.

"Gue, instead of loe, Azza." The woman stared fixedly at her best friend, her brain kept turning.

"Something seems to have evil intentions, same loe." Neysa was quiet, analyzing.

"Who?" Azzalea asked, with her innocent look.

"Nobody knows for sure, it looks like the perpetrator thinks of you as a threat to him." Raina, give her guess.

"Or, who you've hurt." Neysa added.

"Thankfully, the helper god came. Who, her name?"

"Azza. He's the one I helped, six months ago, he was in an accident."

Azza answered, with a red face, as red as rambutan.

"Mobile phone, buy food. I'm lucky to have loe." Raina teases her best friend.

"Ha ha ha." A bustling atmosphere, with laughter.

"That's a real name." The woman crouched down, who had just entered the courtyard of the house, making a sound.

Instantly, the laughter of the three dissected.

"Continue." Said the woman as she stepped into the living room, after being invited, by a voice that sounded from within.

"Who?" Azzalea and Neysa asked together.

" Mosurgeon. My mom just fell down."

"Ohh.." Two mouths half open, then continue the story.

"Azza, maybe the guy's a soul mate, loe." Neysa.

Araina confirmed with a nod of the head.

"Eitherway. Perfect guy like him, hard to keep." Said the girl.

"Not to be guarded. If his heart chooses you, everything will be fine." Neysa gave a look.

"But I, afraid. What if the previous event is repeated. He chose me, but his family was the other way around, for which I was insulted."

"This time it's different people, Azza."

"But still, he's got a family, Ney."

"Jalani, first." Sela Raina's.

"True, I just met you first. The man too, has not said anything. Who knows, he's just returning the favor, having been saved before."

Neysa added. Two women in front of him, also justified his opinion.

***

While at a club, Selena is enjoying her wine, her drinking ability is amazing.

"Gue to the toilet first."

Said the girl in teasing clothes, to her two best friends.

"You want to be in Temanin?" One of the women asked, seeing Selena standing staggering.

"Not to." He said as he walked to the toilet.

A man saw her from one corner of the club, then slipped up with her.

Tonight, visitors are not as crowded as usual. Because tomorrow is a work day.

Selena enters, the toilet looks deserted. Just as his foot stepped into one of the cubicles, someone pushed him.

Bruouk

"Awv..." His screams as his body was pushed against the cold wall.

The figure of the man with the lincin coconut appeared before him. With the body a centi meter away.

"Damn it..." Aspersion.

His hand pushed the man, His strength weak, so that the figure before him, did not move, in the slightest.

" Remember, me?" Ask the young man. His hands began to harass.

Selena, half conscious, felt

inconveniences. Trying to escape.

The man began to move his body. Roughly grabbed the hidden parts of his body, leaving behind pain.

A feeling of disgust approached. Anger gives strength. With all his might, the tip of his heel hit the man's foot.

"Aarrath.."

The man in the blue shirt groaned. His hands grabbed hair, the woman before him.

"Aawww.a.."

The woman, screaming in pain, The pain in her head was red. His right leg moved quickly, pointing between his thighs, the man.

Dugs

The man roared in pain, his entire soul almost flying, due to the violent impact on his precious thing.

His hand grips Selena's hair, weakens, her body bent on the floor, enduring the pain.

The woman ran out of the toilet. Leaving Dirga, who still endured the suffering.

The influence of wine, and the fear

he experienced, making Selena's steps are not necessarily directional. He almost lost consciousness, and sat on the floor.

Two handsome men walked out of the VIP room. Both of them looked at the woman with a chaotic appearance.

Ruffled hair, half-open clothes, revealing protruding parts of his body, both black eyes. How appalling.

The two men, looking at each other, were momentarily confused as to what to do.

Azka, taking off her sweater, covered part of the woman's exposed body.

"Help her!" He told Krishna.

The man beside him shrugged both of his shoulders, raising his eyebrows, as if reluctant to provide help.

"Imagine, if the same thing is overflowing, your little sister!" Azka continued her words.

"Where's the guy taking him?" Finally, Krishna gave up.

"Whatever, loe. Just don't go down to the house." Azka grinned, teasing her assistant.

Huuuekkk

The woman spewed out a poisonous drink, which had entered her stomach. For a moment, Krisna stopped her steps.

"Ha ha ha" Azka laughed at the reaction of her best friend.

"Here you go, rent a hotel room. Let the woman rest there." His advice.

"We both, yeah bro. Let me not count torturing girls." Pintanya.

The man behind her nodded.Krisna felt relieved, making her sure to help the woman leaning against the wall.

Fifteen minutes later, the three were in a luxury car, which drove down the highway.

Krisna drove her car to one of the nearby hotels. The woman beside him opened her eyes.

" I want to take it, where?" Ask in a loud voice.

The man behind the wheel, glanced at the woman beside him with the tail of his eyes.

"Undidna realize?" He asked back. The man in the back seat just stood still, listening.

"Gue, where are you going?" The woman repeated her question, with a voice rising two octaves.

"You're thrown into the sea." Krisna snorted in annoyance, due to the roughness of the woman beside her.

"Miss, where are you going?" The man in the back is making a sound.

Selena's looking for the owner of the voice. His eyes were gobsmacked, with the starry aura of a sitting man, in the back seat.

"You, who?" He asked while turning half his body backwards.

Her movements increasingly pulled her dress up to the base of her thighs.

Krishna, feeling like vomiting with attitude, the unknown woman.

Basic, ganjen!