The Village Girl Belongs to Mr. Amnesia

Chapters. #124

Sahara sat on the terrace of the villa, she fell silent while looking straight ahead. Unaware that Arron was watching, the man has been seen caring about the Sahara lately. Arron walked up to the girl, sitting on a chair opposite the Sahara.

"What are you thinking?''

Sahara was surprised and turned towards Arron. He shook his head and smiled to make sure he was okay.

"Sa, you don't look like you used to. If there's a problem, at least you can share it with me or Reva. Yeah, let's just say to lighten the burden on your heart."

"I'm fine, sir." Sahara told a lie.

"No! I'm sure you're in trouble." Arron looked at the Sahara. "Tell me, Sa. Maybe I can help you."

Sahara is silent.

''You don't have to hesitate," Arron persuaded for the umpteenth time.

"Master, I need the money."

"Money? Arron frowned. "For what? I mean, why should you be confused just because of money?"

"The problem is, I need enough money to pay off my late mother's debt."

"What do you need?''

Sahara looked at Arron's bead eyes, the man's face looked solemn. ''Master wants to lend me money? But there are many, sir."

"Just say it, Sa. If I can help, I will help.''

"Hundred million" said Sahara, biting her lower lip.

Arron who heard the nominal was just acting ordinary, while the Sahara became confused.

"Is there, sir? I won't force it, I can work on it myself later."

"Tomorrow come to my apartment,"

"For what?''

''I'll borrow you some money, just like you said."

"You're not kidding me, sir?"

Arron shook his head. "Did my face look like I was lying?"

"Alright, tomorrow afternoon I'll come to your apartment. Sorry if I trouble you, sir. And thank you for helping me. I will definitely change the money, but if it will be difficult to get a salary from Miss Reva.''

"You don't have to worry, Sahara. Don't think about the problem of replacing."

Sahara just smiled, before long, Reva who had just finished bathing joined Sahara and Arron. He was honestly a little surprised to see the closeness of the lover and also his friend.

"What are you guys talking about?'' Reva stood next to Arron while scooping.

"Hey, Honey. Have you finished your shower?''

Reva nodded.

"On the villa alone, tomorrow we have to go home and I don't want to be exhausted" Reva said.

"Alright, then I'll order some food." Arron picks up the phone to go food, but Sahara prevents it.

"Sir, may I give you some advice? What if I'm the only one who cooks, we can find the ingredients in the nearest supermarket."

"Good idea" said Arron and nods by Reva who also agreed.

They rushed to find the necessary materials.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the supermarket. Once inside, Reva chooses the fruit while the Sahara chooses the ingredients.

As the two girls were similarly drifting away, Arron suddenly approached the Sahara.

"What do you want to cook tonight?"

"I'm planning on cooking capcai, meat, and making cheese steak."

Arron nodded, he was quite salute to Sahara who is good at cooking. Unwittingly, Reva sees Arron and Sahara talking. There was a hint of suspicion and discomfort in her, but she couldn't just accuse Arron.

"Huft, I shouldn't be overthinking." said Reva throwing suspicion.

Reva walked up to the two, he patted Arron on the shoulder to make the man turn his head.

"I'm done buying fruit." Reva showed me the contents of the basket.

"I'm also done looking for cooking ingredients, then let's go home, Miss Reva."

Reva nodded then the three of them walked together to the cashier table.

Evening arrived, it was seven in the evening but Sahara had not finished cooking when Reva had been petrified to peel onions and cut vegetables.

Sahara shrieked softly when her hand was hit by a knife, she was in such a hurry that her finger fell prey to the sharp knife.

"Aw, the thing." cried Sahara while holding onto the bloody one.

Arron, who thought that Sahara had finished cooking, quickly walked over to the girl who was still busy struggling in front of the stove table.

"Sa, what's wrong with you?" Arron looked at Sahara who was holding her hand. "blood? Bloody hands?"

Sahara did not answer, she only held her bleeding finger.

"Let's go, I'll treat him." Arron pulls Sahara's arm slowly, he takes the girl to sit on the sofa and walks to pick up the p3k box.

Afterwards, Arron sat next to the Sahara. He looked at the finger of the girl who had sustained quite a deep wound. Arron began cleaning with alcohol then smeared Betadine and installed a hansaplast.

Reva who had noticed Arron's attitude was only able to be silent at the door of the room, his legs like it was difficult to step toward the two.

'Why is Arron so considerate of the Sahara?' Inner Reva while turning towards the entrance into the room.

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