The Primadona

Chapter 31 Guests from the Village

Somehow Bianca's condition, I don't want to damage my own image by looking at it or giving support. Afraid that when I was with him there were other apartment dwellers watching. Like being thrown in the mud my face must have an ex-wife looking like her.

I walked up to the window, clearly Bianca stood with the two guards. In front of him a small black bag lying on the floor, he was involved in talking to the two. I just watched from the gesture, they seemed to pity Bianca, until they were seen repeatedly rubbing Bianca's back. Even one of them went into the Post and came out with a tissue.

It seemed like the village woman was still continuing to drop tears. I grabbed my phone and typed a message to one of the guards. The contact numbers of both are with all of us residents of the apartment. A few minutes later, the man checked his phone and looked at me and immediately waved his hand.

[Okay, Mr. Earth] The reply was at Waatsp.

I asked him to get a taxi to the terminal. This is the first time Bianca has set foot in Jakarta. That's why I'm surprised he might find me. I closed the window curtain so that Bianca wouldn't look there again, soiling my eyes.

After repeatedly Surtyah finally picked up a phone call from me. Since then I sat down with a huff, really suprise that was inversely proportional to the previous days.

"Assalamualaikum, A'a." Surtyah greeted me at the end of there.

"Waalaikum hail warahmatullahi wa, Neng."

We talked for a moment, then to the point. I asked who told me my new address. I heard the voice of the woman I always asked for help. He admitted that he told me the address.

Surtyah could not bear to see Bianca who incidentally was still his colleague. Surtyah was asked to deliver, not only at the request of Bianca but also colleagues and neighbors, but she did not dare. I've warned no one to know where I live. Indeed Surtyah knew a lot about me, when there was something pad Ambu and Abah to him this self rested and asked for help. My schoolmate helped.

We told him a lot, apparently Bianca was depressed before, probably due to a period of cravings and living alone. But after getting my address Bianca started to improve and ventured to follow.

I was stunned for a moment, ah, suddenly this conscience is functioning again. I wanted to end the phone call immediately, long enough we told her, but didn't tell her everything I did to Bianca. Just give word that Bianca will be home soon. Surtyah was shocked and asked, but this tongue was reluctant to answer and chose to end the conversation.

I went to the window, then grabbed the curtain and jolted me. Bianca stepped up slowly, a security guard helped carry the bag into the taxi I immediately ran out, had already made the call, but there was no response from the security guard on duty, he said, my chest rippled violently for some reason this conscience suddenly immediately looked up. I don't know if bianca brought any money.

"I don't have a heart!" I ran out quickly with a beautiful hunting breath until my lobby took a breath while looking down and piled both hands on my knees. Apparently I'm late Bianca's gone with the cab gone from my presence.

After catching my breath I replied, "ti-no." With a soft and stern voice. A security guard immediately left me, looking back he might feel something strange about me. I was still in a down position and piled both hands on my knees. I'm a silly, heartless man who shouldn't have done this to Bianca.

I stood up then brushed my hair and snorted repeatedly. A moment later stepping in I closed the door and dropped myself on the bed. My eyes glared over the ceiling sky with hands piled up both heads it felt so tired. Ah, dammit! It's all I have to go through. Rice has become porridge anyway, that's what Bianca wants and I accept for my destiny.

God still likes to test this faith with trials, I stood up suddenly just remembered Clarissa as if she had arrived, maybe today from her country. I wonder how he is. There's no harm in him helping me so much.

I rushed to take a shower, throwing away all thoughts about Bianca. What has passed let it pass may not be my flesh and blood. Not my seed bianca may be sneaky which is why he begged for my love, suddenly I came back to hate whether the demon what was that made me feel sorry for the village woman.

Or maybe he brought a use, I joke "anything is!" maybe he thinks I'm still as stupid as I used to be. A stupidity that is enough once will never repeat.

In front of the mirror I smiled bitterly why it was ever so stupid, there were many ways to reach His paradise not by suffering in the village. Living with an ex who has been married to someone else is not even the ideal period I have been asking for, amazing stupidity that makes me laugh again at this self-Earth respati the gigolo who wants to be converted but return to the same valley.

After I finished grabbing the car keys, immediately drive the car to the residence Clarissa Santoso no grudge no heartache, I want to establish that friendship only. I hope he accepts me, at least he can be a good friend. Thank God if you can work together later. Along the way Agnes Monica's song accompanied me. Every now and then I follow a song late in the atmosphere throwing all thoughts about the unimportant. While playing the car handlebar I followed the rhythm through the city streets.

Not until my phone screen on the seat lit up, my eyes glanced ah, apparently a call from Adie. I don't know what he wanted to say when I answered the cheat, telling him I was going to Carissa's house first.

I ignored the call from him as he made the call again, but again I ignored it.

I don't want anyone to ruin my plan. Want to establish friendship, WhatsApp messages repeatedly enter the same, but I do not want to hear any news, my goal is only one day to the house Clarissa certainly the woman will be much prettier.

After a long time of not meeting honestly there was a longing to crackle in my chest. What was I Earth Respati before I met her I hope Clarisa still feels the same way, I need her this time.

After knowing many women there is no one like him, all of them. Not only in terms of financial but also appearance he is also royal. I swallowed saliva ah, damn it! Why remember that time again? Basic otaku game Clarissa game back to play hugged eyes, I smile while stroking this sturdy jaw.

My laughter inflated my car had stopped in front of a towering iron barrier in an elite housing estate. I honked repeatedly as several guards stared at me.