Trapped in Love with the Idol

41. Night Disturbances

Albar sat on the porch of the house enjoying the night in the village that he would leave, Balqis forced to accompany and must want, no matter though Balqis put on a sour face throughout sitting with Albar.

"You don't need to be so sour, I'll mules for a long time."

Albar said to nearby Balqis.

They sat on the floor of the terrace of Aki's house that had not been ceramic.

Look at the streets of the village that is quiet and not how bright.

"Let's be sour, sour mango is also good to be made up of rujak."

Sahut Balqis while reading the online novel written by Mamak Cila.

(Bluff... Imitate Balqis)

"Read what the hell, from that very serious, a message from Bang Medit?"

Albar asked while trying to look at Balqis' phone screen.

Balqis immediately kept him away from Albar.

"Just be sure."

Balqis.

"Hm... The Kepo who likes to be used by paddy plows."

Mumbled Albar while looking back at the village street.

"That's mah Kebo."

Balqis said to Albar who became intrigued.

"Oh Kebo yes, kirain Kepo."

Sahut Albar just origin.

Balqis.

Albar is this absurd, the fans know nothing? Inner Balqis.

"Bale."

Call Albar with eyes that are now looking far into space.

"Hmmm..."

"When I go home to Jakarta the day after tomorrow, you're sad, aren't you?"

Ask Albar.

"No."

Reply Balqis quickly.

"Isa... Don't think about it, just answer it."

"What do you want me to answer?"

Albar looked at Balqis who then tried to hide her face with a lowered head and pretended to read a novel.

"If I was sad to leave this village."

Lirih Albar later.

Balqis.

He wanted to ask why, but it was hard to say.

After all, Balqis was still upset at Albar with the incident this afternoon.

When he thought what Albar would do, he laughed at him. Balqis really felt that she had been played with.

"I think the right to come here will not be at home, it turns out now when it starts to work even have to go home."

Added Albar anyway, then fucked himself.

Forced Balqis then turned his head towards Albar who had looked back at the sky tonight.

The stars scattered there, the light twinkling like a firefly that adorns the thick of the night.

"You're a focused school, I'll wait in Jakarta when you go to college."

Albar.

Balqis.

Again his chest was pounding indistinctly, but he kept reminding if not to be played by Albar again.

Ah no!

This guy, as handsome as he is, if only toying with Balqis, of course Balqis must be firm to reject him and kick him away from Balqis life.

"Don't worry about people making fun of you when I get back to Jakarta, take it easy, I'll do everything well."

Albar.

Balqis frowned.

Whatdoes thatmean?

Did what?

The basis is unclear. Inner Balqis.

Albar wriggled his body, his arm deliberately hitting Balqis' face.

Balqis immediately stabbed him hard.

"Good that my arm didn't come from the shutters of the railroad tracks, your hand could hurt like a nabok."

"No, no."

"When I go home you are confused as to who the nabokin are, lest the nabok Aki, pity is old."

Hearing him Balqis laughed.

"You are dodol."

Then the two of them laughed together because they imagined Aki whose arm was pierced by Balqis.

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"Just tomorrow you don't sell anymore Jur."

Said Albar talking to Fajar by phone so finally Albar tired of sitting on the porch and decided to go in and prepare to sleep in his room.

But before going to bed, Albar suddenly remembered something, so he called Fajar first.

"I go back and forth no sales later customers on the run all is Ra, how the hell."

Dawn is the god-level across there.

"Come on Jur, this might be my last request Jur's."

Albar.

"Are you going to die, Ra?"

Ask Dawn.

"Damn it, I'm going back to Jakarta!"

Albar was upset.

It could be Dawn he wants to die. Never been seen in Tonjok this time, child.

"Why is Ra? Buy another car? Buset this car yesterday just want to do what it is taken."

"Who told you to be taken, it can be coated, sweetened, diapelin."

"Jiaaaah, even the names of fruits."

The dizzy dawn of seven hundred and eighty-two is the circumference of football.

"This is Jur again, I promise you."

Albar said it was serious.

Dawn was silent for a moment, seemed to consider good bad if he did not sell tomorrow.

Until finally,

"Yes, for the sake of it, I don't know what tomorrow won't sell again, but this promise is the last Ra, can go out of business if I close often."

Dawn.

"Silent... Calm... If you close the chicken stall, I'll open the food court."

"Jiaaaah..."

Dawn was absolutely amazed by her new friend.

"Okay deal tomorrow I go to one place, before the day after tomorrow I go back to Jakarta."

Albar pleased.

"You why use to go back to Jakarta all the time Ra, just stay here."

"Hm... I've missed Jur's universe, so I have to go home."

"What do you say, Ra."

The word of dawn finally relented.

In fact, his new friend was talking like two bottles of wine.

And after the actual deliberation the result was clearly determined by Albar, then the two agreed to go to one place.

Albar smiled with relief as his call with Dawn finally came to fruition which would always be in his expectations.

The force forcing Albar was indeed above average.

Albar then poured down his body, having previously turned off his attic room lights first, and replaced it with a dimmer sleeping lamp.

"Tomorrow is the last night, should I sing Bang Haji?"

Mumbled Albar while being stunned alone.

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Unlike Albar who was preparing to sleep, Balqis was still sitting in front of his study table.

He is working on PR, but suddenly he remembers Dinda's message to tell Eti and Po about Albar.

Yes, Albar Harrys, Eti's idol.

Balqis looked to sigh.

It felt like he was still confused whether to tell Eti or not.

He was really afraid that later Eti would be very excited, he said, then finally everyone also knew if the person they had thought was really named Bara who just resembled Albar was the real Albar Harrys.

Ah it feels like Balqis imagining it has sucked.

Currently in an uproar he was betrothed to Bara who was called the sultan alone was so chaotic, especially if plus everyone knew if it was Albar Harrys.

Balqis stared at her laptop screen.

Forward back gorgeous hand to open her group chat room with her three best friends.

Shall? Should he do?

If not, is it okay and will not hurt anyone?

Balqis tried to find a justification.

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