ALIRA.
Chapter 11

While downstairs, there was a commotion made by Fila and Zayn who came to the event and out of nowhere they knew Villa where Alira was staying.

"What are you here for?"

Pandi asked with a cold tone and a face expression that was so flat.

He and Ricard's three best friends became the vanguard when the two humans made a troublemaker.

Moreover, Pandi and his three friends know who the two are.

"We want to find Alira, she's my cousin" Fila said confidently.

"Oh cousin yes"

"He's Alira gays' cousin"

"Yes, that means he's the one who framed Alira 5 years ago"

The various apos from the man before Fila made her growled and emotional.

However, the final jolt made him tense and his face turned pale.

'How did he know'

That was what was currently on Fila and Zayn's mind.

"And this man whose beginning will enjoy Miss Alira? But even the same young master in the past" Pandi chirped back with a creepy chuckle.

Deg.

Again and again Fila was silenced by the apse of Pandi, he kept thinking who this time his opponent, whether he was richer and more powerful than his father.

"Don't do a lot of baco*, I'm here to pick up Alira because she's my future wife. And also, Ayan and her Mother are waiting for her at Home" Zayn snapped fearlessly.

Bugh.

Zayn immediately grimaced when the raw bogeman was laid by Max, Ricard and Pandi's best friend.

"Lo don't baco*, who are you here huh? Don't you see that banner, there's Ricard Lexi's name with Alira. Meaning, those who got married today and you both came making trouble" loudly Max pointed to the faces of Zayn and Fila.

And, Max's sharp gaze pointed at Fila.

"Lo told you you're Alira's cousin? What's the name cousin would have to trap him out of envy? Or because you feel that Alira is always on top of you further"

Max spoke again so straightforwardly and looked relaxed at this time.

Fila clenched her hands tightly, she stared at the four Men before her sharply.

"Why? Can't you accept Fil? That's the truth, isn't it?"

Deg.

'Alira's'

Fila was shocked when she saw Alira who was behind the four men in a handsome man, Ricard.

"You have always been envious of me, but I am no match for you in any respect. Because what? Because we're both different and have our own skills"

Alira spoke again in a relaxed tone, but her eyes were sharp and stressed.

"What's the evidence that I'm your trap? Nothing, so you and gig*l*lo all don't digress" Fila replied bravely.

Ehh.

"You're envious of Miss Boss"

Haha.

Max and his two friends immediately laughed when they heard the curse from Pandi.

"Say you envy that Alira can be close to us - we are obviously richer, handsome and also not a handsome man who dips here and there like the man next to you" timpal Ardi, with a rancid face and a loud laugh.

Zayn clenched his hands, he stared in dislike at Ardi and Ricard who always hugged Alira from the side.

"Shut up" Fila snapped in annoyance.

"Well scared"

Ardi again and again let out a word of his ridicule with a laugh that still had not subsided from his mouth.

"Lo must go home and you tell me the same nyokap lo if you want to marry, Alira" snapped Fila pointed at Alira fiercely.

Plaque.

"Slow your voice and lower your finger in front of my wife, otherwise you will lose your vocal cords"

Deg.

Ricard let out his voice resolutely, coldly and do not forget the sharp gaze of his eagle so obvious as he looked at Fila who was before him.

Zayn, the man immediately dragged Fila out of the courtyard.

And that leaves Ricard, Alira and the others on that page.

"Sir Pandi, have they not seen Arash?"

Worrying.

Alira is very worried that Fila will find out the whereabouts of Arash, so she raises the question with great worry.

"Miss, Max has hidden Arash's identity until he grows up. So, the people who will peck at you will not find Arash data" explained Pandi politely.

Huh.

Relieved?

Yes, this time is so relieved and also feel grateful because the friends of the husband move quickly.

"Thank you Max" said Alira sincerely by looking at Max.

Max just nodded with a small smile, though,

Then Ricard invites them into the Villa and relax there before the night will be continued with their special bbq.

And this is where they gather, in a lounge with an atmosphere that directly faces the beach.

And from there also Alira can see Arash who is playing with his two in-laws with Bi Iyem.

"Alira, may I give you some advice?" ask Max seriously.

"What"

Alira answered but with a look that did not turn away from Arash who was laughing loosely on the lips of the Beach.

"How about we go back to the City where you used to live with your family. We'll start to avenge all that and show your family that you are capable without them and not a disgrace and a son of an unlucky bearer"

"And we will always be with you and Arash, especially Ricard will always be on alert when danger comes to you"

Max began to express his opinion and Ardi chimed in seriously.

"What Max and Ardi say is true, how about we go back to Surabaya? Especially there your cousin is and for sure it will be easier to make him more envious" said Ricard softly.

Heh.

Breath comes out of the mouth of the tiny nan ranum. Then Alira looked at her husband and best friend in turn.

"You're right, I've wanted 5 years to go and no one's been looking. And I've also let those people be happy after what they did to me first"

"So, you've proposed us?" ask Ferdi.

Alira nodded steadily, and with a reflex movement Ricard hugged her and showered Alira with a gentle kiss on her head and temples.

Ehemm.

"We're still here woy"

Ehh.

Alira immediately turned her face back red, while Ricard? He chuckled and still hugged Alira who was as if she was going to be his opium.

"But, Miss don't take Mr. Arash there. For fear that they are suspicious and are the target of our weaknesses" explained Pandi.

"Who is Arash?" alira asked confusedly.

"Let him be with Oma, Opa and Bi Iyem in Medan"

Agree.

Alira agrees to the proposal from Ricard, because he will be more relaxed and focused if Arash along with his two in-laws who love Arash very much.

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