Arkaila

Arkaila
Arkan Zayn


"Basic of strange cewe, astral man. Don't have manners" his grumbling along his footsteps.


"Hey, Arkan!!" a woman shouted in front of him. He walked over quickly and kept calling out the name of that handsome guy.


Arkan Zayn, 17-year-old boy. Have a handsome face, tall body, chest field, look sharp eyes and look cold.


Any girl who sees it, they'll be clamps. Despite being cold-blooded, they would still worship Arkan.


In Arkan school, he was the head of OSIS. Students are the most exemplary and have the most superior achievements.


What a complete package, whoever gets this guy. He is the luckiest man.


At the very least, that's what's on the mind of every woman who worships Arkan.


"Guil!"


Plaque.


The woman finally hit Arkan on the shoulder, since then he called but Arkan never heard her.


"Sir Jessica, when is it?" ask Arkan in surprise. She did not see her sister coming out of the airport exit. That's why he looked inside.


Uh, her sister's approaching her instead. Strange indeed.


"Lo, I called Lo. Shouting was not clear, until my throat hurt. But, you don't beat me up!" namel Jesika grumbled.


Arkan did not reply, he took over the suitcase of his sister who had just returned from Korea.


They walked out of the airport to the parking lot.


"Lo thought about what the hell, until I called it not horrified?" asked Jesika curiously.


"Nothing, I'm just upset. Meet the girl is not very polite, even she used me earlier. Shameful oath" dumel Arkan with emotions overflowing.


"Look? over where? is that Lo apain?" jesika asked in surprise. Tumben really his sister mengubris a girl.


"That was, accidentally bumped into that girl. Until my shirt's dirty gini" Arkan showed me his shirt that was hit by his coffee spill.


"Well, that's doang Lo's problem. I'm sincere"


"Gue was upset, where he was not polite anymore" he grumbled again.


Jesika only sighed, her sister's attitude was indeed difficult to guess.


Arkan's lifespan with his older brother is only 3 years. So, they look like they're the same age.


Arkan stuffed his sister's suitcase into the trunk. Then open the door for her brother next to the wheel.


This special treatment, only Arkan gave to 3 women. First her Mama, her second sister, and the last one on..Her. Well, he's the one Arkan loves.


A name that rests in his heart. However, now. The name was frozen and it was hard to melt again.


Arkan did not want to remember that name anymore, he would bury it deep in the corner of his heart space.


"Thank you" Jesika went straight inside and sat down sweetly.


"Are you ready?" ask Arkan before he drives his car at moderate speed.


"OK" cried Jesika spirit. He can't wait to get home soon.


For 1 year, Jesika did not return to his country. She can't wait to see her mom and dad. If it was Arkan, he'd have met quite often. Almost every month Arkan comes to visit him.


"By the way, that girl was pretty, right? is he Lo's soul mate? " jesika said starting their conversation in the car.


Instead of answering, Arkan instead threw a sharp glare at his older brother.


"Ups" Jesika shut her mouth, then then she was wide-eyed. The expression on her face is very funny in her eyes.


"Laughter Mulu Lo, new guests know"


Jesika instead laughed more, holding her stomach which began to feel pained.


"The abbis, Lo is rich. I'm kidding, but why is your exception rich" said Jesika trying to hold back her laughter. However, this was too difficult, her stomach was really felt in a tickle.


"Haha..."


Arkan sniffed angrily at his older brother, he was not out of thought with such talk, his older brother bis laughed so happily.


What with me suffering makes her happy? thought her.


The car kept going, they no longer let out a voice to discuss something that might not be important.


Arkan's mood was broken, he felt lazy to say anything.


Once at home, Arkan walks out without opening the door for his older brother. Even he didn't take his brother's suitcase out of the trunk.


Jesika was surprised, she hurriedly came out of the car and shouted calling her sister.


"Eh uh...Hey, my suitcase who's out!!!" shouted Jesika. However, it was ignored by Arkan.


"Basar, the ungodly sister.Not her help, she even left me alone!" Jesika grumbling.


Jesika dropped her suitcase, then pulled it into a luxurious house like a palace.


"Ma!! Pa!! , Jessi's home!!!" jesika shouted like she was wearing a toa.


"Ehh mama's daughter has come home" Amora smiled, she appeared from behind the kitchen, then approached her daughter who was stretching her arms.


Jessica hugged her mom very tightly, happy that she was finally able to hug her mom.


"Like her, my daughter hasn't come home yet" Rajuk Fiandi for not being hugged by her daughter.


"Here you are, just hug me" said Arkan hugging his papa. Fiandi thaws, not her in Jessica's arms, she's in Arkan's arms.


Seeing her papa pouting face, Jessica and Amora laughed together.


"Ulu uluu here hug papa" persuaded her.


Brucks.


Fiandi immediately pushed Arkan to the floor.


"My daughter"


"Papa kuu"


"Awlss...."


Arkan grimaced in pain, for the sake of his daughter. His papa could encourage his handsome son.


"What a heart, the handsome prince was thrown away" said Arkan mendrama.


"Mahaha .."


They laugh together. That's how true the Fiandi Zayn Family is. Harmonious on the inside, yet rigid on the outside.


Arkan, like a polar man. Arkan is really cold.


In contrast to Jessica, she is very jolly, friendly, graceful of course. Many like him. Many compare themselves to Arkan.


Like heaven and earth, both. In fact, if at home, especially in front of both parents. They will be very sweet and spoiled.


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In the taxi, Kai looked out the car glass. There's no expression. He was just silent, sometimes he sighed deeply.


"Where are you going to go non?" ask the taxi driver. He was confused as to where this woman was going. Since then, he just kept quiet and just said his direction, but did not say the details of his address.


"Housing Prosperous Park Cluster" Kai replied mentioning the name of the elite housing where his family lived.


The taxi driver nodded slowly, finally knowing their destination.


"Non Good"