ALARAIN: Big Identity
18. Justine Again
Call me Rain's
***TYPO***
"Aren't you tired of all this granddad's plans?" Ares Paratama stared intently at his Primary Fahrudin.
"I'm doing this for your own good!" Censure Mr Fahrudin. "Do you know who he is? Do you know Alarain Jayden?" Continued hard.
Maybe he should solve this problem soon. Perhaps also he should give to his grandson a precious student so that it cannot be forgotten by his savage grandson. Is correct. Alarain Jayden must be destroyed.
Seeing Ares silent Mr. Fahrudin continued calmly. Then he sat in his great chair. He looked at the grandson and said, "Alarain Jayden. Do you know the Jayden clan too...,"
Seeing the reaction his grandson Mr. Fahrudin knew, his grandson understood what to do. "But grandpa..." Ares's voice was held back. He still doesn't trust her. He still cannot accept the reality. A harsh reality that cannot be eliminated.
"Go! And think!" Said Mr. Fahrudin.
***
Ares. His wild thoughts filled his head at this moment. Ares still can't receive information on every cell of his brain. Alarain Jayden's.
At first Ares only intended to disturb the girl Revan Wijaya liked was his enemy. But, the first time it saw, until the second time onwards, strange pulses began to appear in its untouched heart. The strange leaflets appeared over time. The gaze of Alarain, the cold tone in his speech or the rude nature he always displayed. All are in his memory.
For the first time Ares felt something strange about women. Although he is famous for his playboy nature Ares does that purely out of pleasure seeking. He never really liked the girls he was dating. But with Alarain Jayden? Yes, Alarain Jayden too. His nonchalant attitude attracted him. Ares wanted to smash that cold face. And the more days it makes him like a madman. Is correct. Alarain Jayden has a different magnet than other girls.
But why is everything so complicated? Why should he like the son of the man who killed his family?
For the first time, he felt in love. For the first time, he was broken by love, even though he did not have it.
Jayden's? The family that killed his parents, right? Is Alarain really part of the family?
Ares stared at the wall of his room, his gaze centered on a gold-framed photograph with a picture of a small child held by his parents. That's Ares and his mama-papa.
Ares stood up, pulled out the frame and with all his strength he slammed it quickly.
***
The city of Semarang
A loud knock filled Alarain's eardrum. The girl got up from being polite and walked towards the sounding knock. His face looked unwary. Alarain had not fully woken up from his nightly sleep because all night he was busy taking care of his search.
Alarain opened the apartment door, "What do you need?" Ask while yawning.
Justine the young man looked at Alarain with a complicated look. Can a girl act like this in the presence of a man. Justine swallowed her Saliva violently. Alarain's body curve is very fitting also very visible. Too appetizing.
"Let's go in!" Justine. The man stepped in first while Alarain followed.
The half-conscious girl paused instantly, feeling that there was an awkward face of her sleepiness open perfectly when she saw the young man with a very neat work coat stellan. Justine Hurrendt! Yes, the man who was seven years older than him was arranging food at the table.
The usual Alarain did not care about feeling hot. His mind was hot and for some reason when it came to the man before him the fire would be even more tempestuous. Alarain could not think. Of the many people who liked him there was no shameless man like this. Alarain sighed trying to neutralize his mounting emotions.
Let's remember how this guy can bother him. Starting when he was injured, Alarain helped him. The second meeting he suddenly expressed his love for her and wanted to marry her. And the third meeting, now the man inappropriately enters his apartment, ralat the apartment of Resi.
Before his anger rises. Alarain could still remember.
'One hundred flower stalks picked by myself from the largest rose plantation in Indonesia I leave to you. I like you. Marry me!'
Is correct. Sometimes Alarain who does not care about this is confused. At that time in front of the door of his apartment Justine Hurrendt held a bouquet of flowers that he said a hundred stalks. And stated that she wanted to marry him with a stiff and strange accent of Indonesian language.
Then now?
"What do you need?" Ask Alarain coldly.
Not heeding the girl's cold question, Justine Hurrendt smiled with a perfect row of teeth and said, "Food is ready to eat first. I know you haven't eaten!"
Who is the host here?
"The exit is here!" Reveal Alarain with stifled emotions. The girl opened the apartment door politely.
"I want to eat with my future wife!" Justine is shameless.
"Justine Hurrendt Morenza. Out!"
The faithful Justine with her smile ate the ready-to-eat food she brought. In front of Alarain he tried not to pay attention to Alarain who was sharpening.
"When it's morning I won't go to work. You don't have to worry I'll be late. " Say again.
Oye! Whom.. Who's worried about him? Who's that... Akh... Alarain dizzy.
"Justine!" Alarain cried loudly. "Get out!"
Alarain rushed towards the man. Then force it and push it out. Alarain locked the apartment and locked the window as well. He would not let anyone enter even the smallest of ants.
Alarain sat on the sopa tired. The girl stroked her forehead then stared at the food Justine was carrying. Alarain.
***
Jutine is pensive outside the door. Thinking of what the problem was so that the girl chased him away ferociously. According to the guidebook he read, there was nothing wrong with what he did. You have to smile and serve your wife every morning, like giving food and giving attention. But, what's wrong? Why is Alarain behaving like that?
Austin should be taught a lesson. Due to the man's book recommendation, Alarain evicted him.
Justine is not wrong. The man was right. It just applies to a wife not 'how to get love' for a young girl. The man was not wrong either. What's wrong is that Alarain doesn't understand the feeling of love.