The Somplak Girl belongs to Cassanova

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In a villa located in one of the cities in Indonesia close to the agricultural area, a handsome man stood on a balcony on the second floor, which was located on the second floor, staring at such a vast expanse of rice plants.

He let out a long breath while sucking on a cigarette embedded in between his fingers. Almost twenty minutes stood there, and had already consumed two cigarettes. Suddenly, the man's attention was distracted by the sound of the door being pounded from outside.

At first he was silent. However, over time, the sound of the blow became increasingly deafening. With a rough step, the man approached the door and opened it tightly. However, he was shocked as the petite body crashed into the chest of his field violently.

"Om, sick!" yell Rasya. He rubbed his forehead which felt a little pain. "The body is stout but the chest is rich in stone, very hard," he grumbled.

"What did you say!" Pandu's voice was hardened, but Rasya still behaved normally.

"Don't be mad, Om. Rich PMS girl. I just want to talk about eating." Rasya showed his sweetest smile, but Pandu rubbed Rasya's face to make the girl stomp her feet like a child.

"Eat it yourself! Or you ask for Arga's company." Pandu was about to close the door, but Rasya immediately restrained the man's movements. "Otherwise?" sewot Pandu's.

"Om, I'm tired of cooking. Masa Om does not want to taste even if only a grain of rice. So mean! Actually, am I wrong, Om?" Rasya pretended to wipe away the tears that did not even shed.

"You must remember! Because of your bucket mouth, I'm getting punished by daddy here!" bentak Pandu's. The man's fist, playing in front of Raya's face, seemed to finish off the face that looked so adorable.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Om. If you don't want to eat. Let me finish that chicken opor, sambel tomato same cracker 'em." Rasya spoke in lethargy. He accidentally mentioned Pandu's favorite food that he just found out yesterday from Lisa. The girl turned around and was about to leave from there. The man who saw it became unpleasant.

Without Pandu knowing, Rasya who had already turned around, was currently holding back a laugh with her hands moving was counting something.

One ... two ... Ti ....

"Wait!"

Just when Pandu's shout sounded, Rasya cheered loudly without a sound as what he was expecting turned out to be true. He is sure, at this time Pandu must be feeling guilty and want to apologize to him.

"I'm sorry, Om."

Rasya turned around and his forehead again hit the chest of the Pandu field which now his body was already standing right in front of him. Rasya did not complain, just rubbing the forehead with pursed lips. Pandu who saw it only smiled faintly, he pushed Rasya's tiny body until it shifted a few centimeters.

"Everywhere, the master is ahead!" exclaim Pandu. The man stepped towards the dining room followed by Rasya who was walking behind, the girl's lips were pouting, chanting various curses for the annoying man who had just dropped his buttocks on the chair.

Rasya, who saw Pandu's face, only bit his lower lip so that the man did not realize that at this time, he was holding back a laugh.

"Where's the arga?" tanya Pandu, circling his gaze to all corners of the room when he did not see his personal assistant.

"I'm here, sir." The guide turned his gaze towards the back door that connects the dining room with the kitchen and also the back garden.

"Eat, Ga." Pandu looked back at Rasya who was taking rice and side dishes for him. Arga who had just joined was sitting next to Pandu, and faced directly with Rasya.

"Sir Arga wants the same opor?" ask Rasya.

"You're calling him no Brother Arga?" Pandu's index pointed right at Arga's face, but his eyes were still fixed on Rasya who had just put a plate in front of him. There was no reply, the girl simply nodded in response.

Pandu's hands were tightly clenched, with teeth grinding against each other, but Rasya still looked so calm and was busy picking up a plate of rice for Arga.

"Why are you not fair! You call him, brother Arga, why call me om?" tanya Pandu snapped.

Rasya who saw Pandu started to ride apoplexy, just exhaling a rough breath. "What would Om call? Brother too? What is Mr Panu?" Rasya and Arga chuckled, while Pandu's fists tightened, making his books whiten.

"You're this outrageous!" hardik Pandu was accompanied by a pounding table that was so hard that it made Rasya stricken.

"Jeez, my heart's almost gone." Rasya rubbed his chest when he felt his heart pounding.

"Patience, Sir." Arga tried to calm Pandu who was consumed by emotion.

"Yes, be patient, honey." Rasya said as he rubbed Pandu's shoulders to calm the man down. Hearing Rasya calling 'honey', Pandu's emotions that were just about to overflow, suddenly disappeared just like that.

For some reason, Pandu felt so happy when he heard the friendly sentence coming out of Rasya's lips. The man turned his face away, so that no one would know that he was blushing right now.

"Don't ge-er just yet, Om. I mean, be patient, honey, let your head not be tired because the patient person must be sprained."

Rasya's words just made Arga laugh loudly, while Pandu clenched his hands and looked at Rasya very sharply. However, Rasya just folded his lips, holding back a laugh.