The Somplak Girl belongs to Cassanova

44

Andaksa company.

Pandu from just sitting while massaging his head that feels dizzy. The shadow later tonight when Rasya was having dinner with Gatra so disturbed his mind. Though it has not happened, but Pandu already feel anxious first. There was a sense of worry that was seeping in, fearing that Gatra would declare love to his wife and Rasya would accept.

"Sir, why are you daydreaming?" Arga's slightly high voice managed to resuscitate Pandu.

"I'm not daydreaming, Ga!" refute Pandu.

Arga let out a long sigh, "Master, I accompanied you not from yesterday afternoon. What is bothering your mind?"

Pandu did not immediately reply, doubt seemed to clearly fill his entire face. "I gave Rasya permission for the same night Gatra's tomb, but why do I feel so anxious, Ga." Pandu finally answered honestly. After all, Arga was a person he trusted a lot.

"Sir, learn to understand your own heart. Be honest with your heart before regrets come" said Arga. Pandu looked at Arga so fixedly.

"You mean?" tanya Pandu does not understand.

"Sir, do you still love Miss Amira?" Arga asked back.

"of course. She's the only woman who owns my whole heart." Pandu answered quickly.

"Do you love Miss Rasya?" ask Arga again. This time, Pandu's lips just shut up. Not answering yes or no. If in the past Pandu could quickly and firmly answer no, but now the man just looks confused and worried.

"Sir, why not answer?" Arga urged, and his lips smiled faintly as he looked at Pandu who was still indecisive.

"I don't know!" answer the guide in the end. "But, Ga ...." Pandu remained silent for a long time.

"But what, sir?" Arga is impatient himself.

"I seem to be falling in love with that riotous girl." Pandu's voice was so soft, but Arga could still hear it well.

"Immediately reassure your feelings, Sir. Before the regret comes." Arga.

"Two weeks, Ga. In two weeks I'll surprise him. I want our marriage to be legal in the eyes of the state."

"Why wait two weeks, sir?" sela Arga just like that. Pandu was silent for a moment.

"Because I'll make sure I feel first." Pandu inhaled a deep breath. His heart was so worried and unbecoming.

"Sir, a woman needs certainty. You better speed it up" suggested Arga. Pandu massaging his temple when the dizziness is getting whackier.

"I'm sure Miss Rasya requested siri marriage because she had a certain reason. Maybe he's just minimizing it so that when you can't love each other, he can leave freely." Arga's speech made Pandu feel so worried.

"Sir, open your heart immediately. Do not let you lose love a second time" said Arga slowly.

Long enough Pandu just quietly fondle all the possibilities both good and bad. Pandu inhales deeply and then exhales slowly.

"Ga, prepare a grand wedding on Sunday night tomorrow."

Arga was flabbergasted to hear Pandu's orders. Even he looked at Pandu very closely to make sure his hearing was not wrong. However, seeing Pandu's lips that smiled widely, Arga finally believed.

"Are you sure, sir?" ask Arga to make sure.

"Yes, I'm not going to play around anymore. All this time I tried to forget the shadow of Amira, but it was very difficult and only the rioting girl was able to make me slowly forget the figure of Amira."

"It seems not to forget, sir, but because Miss Amira and Miss Rasya have almost the same personality." Pandu nodded in response to Arga's words. "But what about Miss Gea, sir?"

"Leave it. I'm sure he won't be ruffled. If you dare to riot then I will take him back home to America." Pandu said confidently. Arga just assented.

Arga tried to refocus on his work, but Pandu suddenly called many times until Arga felt so bored.

"What's up, Mister?" asked Arga trying to contain his frustration.

"Later tonight we secretly follow the rioting girl on a date" Pandu said. Arga gawked at hearing it. However, a moment later Arga snorted violently.

"Tell me if it's love, your prestige is sky-high" muttered Arga lirih.

"What did you say, Ga?" tanya Pandu, her voice rising.

"It's okay, Sir. This computer was a little err." Arga gave a reason.

"Use it first, if it's still a mistake let it be repaired later," Pandu said. Arga who heard that also tried to hold back the laughter.

Not a computer error, but you're the error, sir. If the story of Mr. Pandu is made into soap operas, the right title is my love for prestige.

Arga chuckles to himself, he doesn't care even though Pandu is madly taunting him.