
"Hey release!!! who are you!!!,,,,"
Adiba had not had time to clean up his words this person had smothered Adiba's mouth with his hands from behind and brought him to the back yard of the school which was fairly quiet.
this man dragged Adiba and leaned him against the wall.
"Sister Daffa....?"
lirih Adiba is surprised to see who did it.
Daffa is one of the teachers in Astrama, Daffa is the only son of Mr. Harman. Astrama owner, he got news about Adiba from his father and friends.
"Yes it's me, why did you come home with Adiba's man? who's the guy? Is he really your husband's candidate?." Daffa asked in a row with his eyes already round looking at Adiba waiting for an answer.
"Adiba's Jawab." Snapped at Daffa again
"Sister, why are you so rude ?" Lirih Adiba while squeezing roknha strengthen energy.
"Rude?,,, Adiba!!!!
I love you, you are my lover.
realize what you're doing? did you forget? we've been planning a marriage after this." Snapped at Daffa and immediately turned back the body.
"Ma_ma******af" replied Adiba who was immediately subdued.
"I'm sorry? so is this all true?" Turn around again and clutch Adiba's shoulder with both hands.
BUKKK
Daffa fell to the ground, a man came suddenly and directly hit his body.
Daffa saw the black shiny shoes belonging to the perpetrator and immediately poked his face.
This man opened his glasses and folded his hands on his chest, he was Gibran Adelard Wijaya.
"Dare you touch it, I broke your hand!!! He said very firmly staring at Daffa who was already standing.
"Who are you!! i'm her lover!!" Ask Daffa in a loud voice.
Gibran did not speak of Daffa. Gibran immediately turned around and immediately pulled the hand of Adiba who was still gawking with what happened.
"Adiiba! I know you don't love her.
You just love me!!" Shouted Daffa who stopped Gibran's footsteps.
"Damn! why doesn't he listen to me!"
Daffa's Bait
Gibran and Adiba left Daffa and stopped in a long, quiet hallway that Adiba had occupied
Gibran stopped his steps and turned to look at Adiba who had lowered his head, his whole body trembling in fear his hands clenched against each other.
"Sway him!" Gibran said briefly staring intently at Adiba.
Adiba just nods his head slowly, he really loves Daffa (his lover) but he intends to stay away from Daffa because he will soon marry someone entrusted by his father.
Gibran did not like this girl in front of him, he really hated a traitor. Gibran knew Adiba had a lover, but he felt betrayed when engaging with Adiba and Daffa. indirectly reminded Shella of his betrayal.
The flasback
Gibran passed towards the car parked in front.When about to open the car door there was a shout from the back not far from his position.
"Sir Daffa!!!!" Sahut son students who wear white ash clothes. He ran towards someone he called.
Gibran remembered very well by that name, yes he was Adiba's lover (prospective wife).
Gibran followed the student from behind with his leisure.
Gibran saw two men talking, not heard what was being talked about because of the frenzied sound of students who praised the good looks and perfection of the body of a Gibran.
A man dressed in a white shirt and material pants left the son student who called him earlier.
Gibran followed the man from behind with his big strides. Gibran suspected that it was Daffa, Gibran followed him to warn him not to approach Adiba again and it was true that Gibran saw the man impregnating Adiba from behind and bringing him to the back of the school.
Flasback off
"finish your test! I'll pick you up in 3 days." Her speech was flat
"Yes sir." Adiba replied.
They returned to Astrama, Gibran led Adiba to the door of his room. Many of the princesses were mesmerizing at Gibran's good looks and prowess.
Adiba is embarrassed. Because no man is allowed to enter even if only in front of the Astrama princess gate, what he can not do. Trustfully and shamelessly Gibran entered into an environment where all its inhabitants were women.
Gibran rolled his eyeballs to look at the room in Adiba and immediately turned to leave the place when Adiba had run in so shy.
"Want to be tacky!" Gibran's Eject in the Heart