A, B ,C ,D I LOVE YOU
EIGHTEEN

With doubts still clear, Mihrimah stepped towards Bian's apartment. Usually just arriving at the lower parking lot, the security will immediately welcome him or at least bend down. But this time not. They all looked at the newly arrived Mihrimah and approached them to ask about Bian's whereabouts.

"I'm sorry, I'd like to ask, did Mr. Bian come home yesterday?" Ask Mihrimah innocently. The guards there didn't bully him at all. They just looked at each other, like they were in a setting to cover something up. Yes, Mama Bian has even gone that far to separate her son from Mihrimah. Bian is now out of nowhere, Mihrimah feels that she has been caught in a difficult situation.

With a heavy heart he finally gave up and went home.

"Request money!" A familiar voice in Mihrinah's ear sounded fierce to poke her with words that did not care at all.

"I don't have dad's money, I don't have any more." Mihrimah said with eyes that were ready to flood. His father encouraged him and cursed him with a language too painful to hear.

"You're okay?" Zeyn who has just come to Mihrimah's house helps Mihrimah to stand up because of her father's encouragement. His father only looked at Zeyn with a cynical look.

"You gave me the money!" His father said he was shameless. Zeyn shook his head inexhaustibly with the behavior of Mihrimah's father. He then reached into his wallet in his pants pocket and handed over a sum of money that was not small. After that his father left without further ado.

Zeyn looked at Mihrimah pityfully, while Mihrimah simply bowed, perhaps she no longer knew what sentence could describe her current condition, she said, life with his father who has no affection for him and his relationship is not going well. He felt so miserable, he felt abandoned.

Without much to say, Zeyn pulled Mihrimah's head towards her chest, then let Mihrimah lean against her square chest.

"I really can't leave you alone. I'm not as great as your lover Rima, but I'll never leave you, never!" Zeyn said in a soft tone. Mihrimah's tears finally shed, without her telling it turns out Zeyn already had a hunch that she was not okay.

"Marry me Rima, I will always take care of you." Pinta Zeyn was serious. The contents of Mihrimah's head clashed with the contents of her heart. However, he knows that he and Bian will not be able to be together because they are hindered by the Bian family, especially his mother.

"Yes..." Mihrimah uttered suddenly. He himself was confused why he answered yes. He defeats himself and quickly accepts Zeyn's invitation to live together. His heart ached when he found out he had already taken a shortcut to end his affairs with Bian Jonas Mahendra.

Zeyn was happy, his smile was broken. Many times he looked at Mihrimah's face to confirm Mihrimah's answer just now.

"What yes? You accept me?" Ask Zeyn again. Mihrimah this time just nodded.

In Zeyn's arms, she rested her entire fate now. He's not going to talk about Bian any more, for their common good.

Mihrimah could not sleep at night. Somehow his heart was very worried about the reality that was now happening to him. His mind could not escape Bian. I don't know where that guy is now? So the question is in the heart.

Bian's number can't even be dialed anymore. He lost contact with the man, now he believes Bian did not try to contact him.

Mihrimah stared at the remaining balance in her account. He intends to return it later when he and Bian meet again.

"You're so pretty. You're so pretty." Said Zeyn looking at Mihrimah's appearance as soon as she walked out the door of the house. She was dressed very fashionable and sexy. This time he wanted to be the center of attention, he wanted to prove to himself that he could be someone else for now.

"Let's walk." Mihrimah said while riding on a Zeyn motorbike. Red mini dress in Mihrimah wear is getting raised when riding on the bike. Zeyn gets nervous to see Mihrimah's charming body.

All her friends welcomed Mihrimah. Finally Mihrimah was with them and Zeyn again. He drank even more than the first time he stepped on the place.

"Let's get down." Invite Zeyn to Mihrimah to dance with her in the crowd. Mihrimah shook her head and still gulped alcohol from her glass.

"You guys. I'm lazy." Mihrimah. Zeyn nodded and quickly in the crowd with Mihrimah's friends.

From a short distance away, Mihrimah sees Zeyn dancing with her friend in a seductive style and deliberately lures her friends into coming into contact with a very challenging gesture. Mihrimah was not jealous at all, she was even numb to see all that. He doesn't feel anything.

While the sound of music from DJs is getting hotter and smoldering, the spotlight on the spot is blinding because it is deliberately flickering faster following the sound of DJ music. The DJ has also been more crazy with his sexy clothes do not want to lose the charm with the audience in front of him.

A man approached Mihrimah, Mihrimah turned to her side.

"Hi? Alone then?" Ask her with a loud voice to be heard because the voice in that place is getting noisy.

"Yes." Yeah." Mihrimah said, shouting, not to lose.

"Let's dance with me!" Said again. Mihrimah looked at the man from top to bottom. Looks good with a nice face. Mihrimah glanced at Zeyn who had already hugged one of her friends and was fondling her friend while dancing without shame and doubt.

"Come on!" Mihrimah said sure. He came with the man after gulping down his glass.

Mihrimah directly attached herself to the man. She circled the man's body with sexy and bold movements. Mihrimah's tight clothes make the man overheated along with Mihrimah's very beautiful face. The man repeatedly tried to catch Mihrimah to hug her and hold her to her body. Mihrimah deliberately dodged to make him more curious and courageous. After dodging many times the man finally grabbed Mihrimah's hip and clenched her while groping Mihrimah's thigh.

BRUGHHKKKKK!

A fist drifted to the man. Mihrimah who had almost kissed the man because she was carried away to scream in shock. The man fell right in front of his eyes. The whole room boisterous though some remain indifferent and re-soluble in the beat of music.

"You??!!!" Pekik Mihrimah's. His gaze glanced at a person who was already standing with a chest that was churning up and down, holding in anger.