The Poor Girl Owns the CEO
Irfan vs. Arsan/Layla's Trace
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Snap.
The sound of the camera shot was on Layla.
Photo sent.
[Liet aja La, wait for the bomb to explode, after that. Your name will be ruined! And I must have it!"] sumpat Irfan, after seeing the photo sent to his hape.
^^^"Don't just bacottt lo the big, evidenced dong! From yesterday I heard it was gloriously. Don't realize, you're now in the bars!" arsan taec.^^^
[The "gue here is also because of lo! Why don't you tell me that at school there's a cop. You don't think I accepted the offer from my grandmother!" ] Irfan's whistle from his phone line.
^^^"Ribet I say the same lo! The same debate is useless! You can taste good, why the sap that you love me! Anjimmm is your cousin!" omel Arsan.^^^
[ "Gue don't want to know, anyway you should be able to trap Layla, make as if she will be in the bar, nemenin om om, if necessary, you use deh tuh child! All your video again so same do'i! Let's get her reputation in the eyes of the school!" ]
^^^"Anjimmm lo, I'm in the sequins too. Ogah! I'm not rich, Irfan!" kilah Arsan, still got a little human.^^^
[ "Alaaah, fuckin' good boy. Lo maen heart loss is the same as that of the child. Lo lakalin or you can tell the thugs to do him, you can take my money. The rest of the payment from the grandmother drop by, I save under your pillow!" ] explains Irfan.
^^^"Since when did you naro money in my room?"^^^
[ "It doesn't matter when, the important thing is that you go through Layla's trap plan tonight too! Inget lo, it must work. The rest of my money is still enough for you to pay the goons. Thugs must also know what you ask. Lo aja begooo, in love money, in love fish kaga mao! So expensive sell lo!" ] sumpat Irfan.
^^^"Lo the bego, slave of the devil. Udah clear love lo rejected Sopur, still lo ngelakuin this for Sopur. Sopur don't love oy same lo!"^^^
Tut tut tut tut tut.
Irfan disconnects his phone, making Arsan upset not kayang.
"Basar begooo, has a cousin of his begoooo not kelulungan. Still want to do anything for Sopur, I'm sure. It must have been Sopur who told Irfan to do all this." muttered Arsan, who was now inside the male toilet.
Chequek.
Arsan went outside from one of the washroom cubicles, swinging his footsteps about to wash his face in the sink.
'Since when was Asep here? Mr. Asep was chatting me on the phone, right? It can be messed up this if you take the horrors.' asked Arsan.
"You still feel at home here for a long time? Or is it looking for an excuse to shy away from the first subject hour?" guess Mr. Asep, with a sharp look at Arsan.
"God since when was he here?" asked Arsan, looking at the teacher in front of him.
"New in too! Wh why? Is there something you're planning?" ask Mr. Asep coldly.
Sensual with the words of Mr. Asep, Arsan immediately swallowed his saliva with difficulty. The sweat started out of his forehead.
"Emmm no sir, ma-where dare sa-I have evil intentions. Ka-kapok me sir." said Arsan stuttering.
Puk puk.
"Don't destroy your future, just to do things that can hurt others. Your parents and definitely the School, never taught you to harm others right?" satirical Mr. Asep, patted the student on the shoulder, then walked into one of the toilet cubicles.
Arsan was breathing out violently. Continue her steps leaving the toilet.
'What Mr. Asep said, there really is also. Not only destroy the future of Layla, there I also destroy my future, what else is already inget. There's Mr. Danu behind Layla. Bener, the one who was nolong Layla at that time was Mr Danu!' arsan's inner monologue, rethinking the words of Mr. Asep.
'Too now I'm trying to make Layla again, do not rule out the possibility. I will fight again the same sir Danu, abis my true history. Not much different rich Irfan and Nugi, I am still lucky to be able to continue school. Bagen was only removed from the board of OSIS.' Inner Arsan again.
While the new Asep sir also went out of the toilet cubicle, thinking about what he heard from Arsan.
"I have to warn Danu, and Layla!" muttered mr. Asep.
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