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“@Ara .. I went there tonight, I want to spend and spend the weekend and quiet week,” Ray.

Ara's eyes were rounded, because Ray had suddenly sent the message in their group.

“Eh .. make your own event ajah nih, I also want to follow dong!” Rafa's.

“Eh know, I also want to come ah .. but I permission bokap first yes, because my brother also did not come home yesterday,” Fla.

“Hah .. most also in the house of Ara,” Ray.

“Hardly loe! Precisely the @Ara nyariin him also yesterday,” Fla.

“Hah? Mass?” Raphael.

“Yehh .. therefore do not PDKT mulu same teacher Korean!” fla Syndicate.

Ara laughed a little at the short message from them, which instantly flooded the group.

“Yehhhh ..” Raphael.

“Kakak loe, Mr Morgan at that time right, Fla?” Farha.

“Iya, Far,” Fla.

“Kok he didn't come home anyway?” Flas.

“Ya .. Maybe he's got some business. But not to mention,” Fla.

“That's often, or just this time?” Farha.

“Several times anyway, but usually give me the word,” Fla.

“Why on talking Mr Morgan anyway?” Ray's.

“Diem deh ..” Flas.

“Sorry ...” Ray's.

“This is how hey ... Where is ara anyway?” Raphael.

“Eh yes how?” Flas.

Ara started typing because the group conversation had run out until here only. Ara was confused about what to type, because maybe they would see Morgan in her house later, and constantly mocked Ara.

“Ara is typing ...” Ray's.

Ara was increasingly confused as to what word she should type into them.

Morgan looked at Ara who had been silent since, like she was confused.

Morgan squinted his forehead, “lho, you why?” ask Morgan who was able to break Ara's concentration.

Ara had forgotten, if there was Morgan next to her at this moment.

“They want to stay here until the weekend,” shrewdly Ara hesitate.

“Yes already, justin aja they nginep here,” said Morgan.

Ara was still doubtful.

“Let's if they know you're here, how? Fla from yesterday panicked nyariin you know,” said Ara, Morgan immediately fell silent to hear his words.

‘Betul also, later Fla talk macem-macem to dad,’ Inner Morgan.

Morgan turned his head towards Ara, “I went briefly to the bookstore, until they all came. Let's just say I just got here. So if they do, tell me to go to the bookstore. So, you don't have to be nervous,” Morgan explained.

Ara's mind began to open, it turned out that Morgan was very smart. Yes ... Just don't use it to lie to me, thought Ara.

“OK,” said Ara briefly.

Morgan looked towards Ara, while opening both of her arms, leaving Ara confused by it.

“Ke-why?” ara asked, but Morgan just smiled.

Ara looked again at Morgan. Ara also realized, the purpose and purpose of Morgan to open both arms.

Ara slowly moved towards him, and immediately hugged him tightly.

“Why the hell, tumben?” asked Ara who was confused by which Morgan's behavior was very rare.

“Sitting on my lap, there's something I want to tell you,” shrewd Morgan, makes Ara flinch, and immediately sits on her lap, turning her back to Morgan.

Morgan also wrapped his arms around Ara's waist.

“Indeed, what's up?” asked Ara who was curious about what Morgan wanted to tell her.

“See my head,” he said, making Ara immediately look towards Morgan's head.

Ara gave a start, seeing Morgan's head trimmed slightly, and there was cotton stuck there.

“Why is it?” asked Ara who was shocked by what she saw at this moment.

“Because of the high heels of Aca,” ogre Morgan, make Ara more delicately because of it.

“Again because of him!” snapped Ara who could not accept with the treatment of Aca that was already out of bounds.

“Pe-prison?” ask Ara not to believe it.

“Yes, he was the one who bullied Fla yesterday, until Fla was hospitalized. His sentence of three years in prison, or a fine of seventy-two million,” Morgan replied, making Ara suddenly pity him.

Morgan dipped the last of the water in his glass. He put the empty glass back on the table.

“That's all I want to say. I walk first,” he said while stroking Ara's hair.

Morgan also stood up.

“Eh, don't shower first?” asked Ara who could not be heard, because Morgan was gone before he finished asking.

“Drrrttttt ..”.

Multiple messages coming in simultaneously. Ara opens the message.

“This old man very ticking,” Ray.

“Yes from earlier turned out to wait?” lirih Ara wondered.

I laughed a little after reading it.

“Tau nih,” Rafael.

“Weigh,” Fla.

“Still waiting, Ra,” Ray.

“Gaes, I got permission from Dad. My sister told me about it. He said he was in a bookstore, again buying some novels. Yesterday his phone missed on campus because, so can not ngabarin,” Fla.

“Keep him yesterday call me on whose phone?” Farha.

Farha's answer made Ara a little wonder.

Why would he say that? He's talking about Morgan? Think Ara.

“Yaudah Ki, thanks for the info,” Farha.

Why is it that the more here, the more ambiguous Farha says? Ki? Who did he mean by that call? Thought Ara again.

“Why, Far?” Flas.

“Why what?” ask Farha

“That's ‘Ki’ who?” Flas.

“OMG, sorry wrong room,” Farha.

It was just the wrong chat room. I had a no-no with Farha. I thought Morgan had something to do with Farha. But in retrospect, Farha was always obsessed with talking about Morgan. And just now the question was clearly connected to the topic that Fla said earlier. What's the matter exactly? Think Ara.

“Oh wrong room,” Fla.

“Sorry yes gaes,” Farha.

“Hadeh. yes,” Rafael.

“This how is heh?” Ray's.

“Oh yes, Back to topic!” Flas.

“Ya gaes, play aja. My brother's out of town, Auntie's coming home. But have to help me wash dishes, nyapu, mopping,” Ara typing like that into their chat group.

Quite simply, someone accompanied me and someone helped me in tidying up the house, Ara thought.

“Yes .. okay deh Ra,” Fla.

“@Rafa, bring plenty of food,” Fla.

“Quiet, sponsored by my mother's shop,” Ray.

“Well, it's Ray who brought it,” Rafa.

“You both,” Fla.

“Hadeh, women,” Ray and Rafa send messages simultaneously.

“You can join @Farha?” Flas.

“Iya come, but I have to clean up the room first yes, maybe a little maleman to there. Share location, okay?” Farha.

“Ok,” Fla.

“Ok,” Ray.

“Ok,” Rafa.

“Ok,” Ara type similar message.

Hurriedly Ara tidied the dining table and washed some dirty dishes.

Somehow the days are with them. Hope it's as good as my day with Morgan, Ara thought.

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