Trapped in Love Tomboy Girl

Assalamualaikum Arsy

“You really are yes!” lamented Nisa Staring at Bastian sharply, “Yes already, take HP!”

Nisa hands over her phone rudely in Bastian's hands, after which she leaves the restaurant itself. His goal now is to find a safe place, where no one knows him, because it can be ascertained before long, papa's man will surely come. So he had to leave the mall immediately.

Was he wrong? He should be the one who was angry, why even Nisa who was angry and left him? Bastian's thinking is getting confused. Not lost his confusion, arrived he had been visited by some people who dressed all in black and asked his name.

“Iya, I'm Bastian.” Answer is flat.

“I am a man of pak Doni's. Melda called us to track down a non-Denis number. And we found the point around here, didn't you just get a call from Melda's mom?” ask a representative of them.

“Iya, I'm Bastian.” Her reply was still with a flat and confused face.

“Can I see a non Denis phone?” Bastian immediately handed the phone over, and after a while, the person had managed to unlock it on the phone screen.

When the man shows a gallery of photos, Bastian is surprised that all the photos there are photos of Nisa, then why should be Denis? Bastian was still digesting all the words he said, recalling the time he accused Nisa of being a thief without even listening to the girl's explanation. And now he knows that Nisa deliberately ran away from home, because she did not want to be betrothed by her parents, because she was not willing to be married, he was just so scared and chose to leave immediately because he was not ready to meet his papa guards.

Bastian was only able to sigh roughly, when he found out his mistake, ‘Wait, he wants to be matched? Isn't it the same as me? Hem, it looks like it would be nice if I cooperate with her.’ Bastian muttered with a grinning smile.

“Sorry, this phone I picked up so I can give it to bu Melda and pak Doni. Excuse me, and if you find a non-Denis, please help, because at this time Ms. Melda is in the hospital. Thank you,” said goodbye to some of these people and then immediately left the mall.

Meanwhile, Bastian also does not have much time, he must immediately find where Nisa is. In order to help him, and he will help her. But suddenly he remembered his nephew, he looked around, until he was flabbergasted by the behavior of the tuyul.

How not, he had been confused and a little arguing with Nisa and also some of Papa Nisa's men, now he must be confused again because his nephew is missing. Not missing, to be exact, the child is now sitting at another table where there are two adults and one daughter who may be the same age as Ken.

“Iya Om,” replied Ken at a glance, “Om Rasya and aunt Anna, Ken said yes first. It seems, om Abas is done.” He kissed the hands of two adults in front of him.

“Arsy thanks for being Ken's friend, I hope we meet again. Or maybe we can go to school together later,” his words are sincere and sparkling.

“Hihi, amin .. “ replied Chila chuckled as Ken called her by another nickname, “Ah remember too, my name is Chila, not Arsy.”

“Gapapa, I like the name Arsy, let it be different from the others. Bye bye.” Ken waved his hand and was about to leave.

“Assalamualaikum his not in stay Ken.” Chila chuckled again.

“Hehe, forgot again right. Assalamualaikum Arshyla's. And om and also aunt.” Ken said again, and it succeeded in making the two adults seem to laugh and shake their heads.

"Waalaikumsalam, Ken." replied Chika who was still staring at Ken's departure with a smile on her face.

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Don't baper, remember, this is still tuyul 🙈🙈🤣🤣🤣