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The happy face of the gentleman really clearly emanated. Even when he was riding his bike through the night after coming home from the house of the girl of his dreams. His smile continued to grow. Although the King was a sinner, but did not forget he offered gratitude because this time he was given a way to get closer to Sania.

The desire of his love that he had been yearning for almost six years, this time he would finish. He must succeed in luring and breaking down the wall of hatred that Sania had built from his past actions.

As the King was enjoying his journey, his eyes caught a crowd of people gathered on the side of the bridge of the road leading to his house. The king approached in that direction.

"What are you doing again?" Ask the King as soon as the bike stops.

"There's a boss! It will be a show!" Excited one of the gang. They immediately mingled and welcomed the prince with a friendly and friendly.

"Against the gathering, Gan. Wanna see the dangdutan in the village next door." Say something else.

"Yes, Gan. Surely the skipper will watch, right? As always, we're a party." The others shouted as well and they simultaneously cheered and let out a voice each supporting the King to come with them.

The king only smiled. But behind that smile, his heart suddenly became troubled and turbulent. On the one hand he wanted to watch the dangdutan with them, but on the other side of the heart, inexplicably he suddenly felt depressed. Moreover, he remembered the incident when he was at Sania's house. He was still mingled with Sania's very subtle yet striking speech to the Danu family. Heart's ripped. Although he is often insulted by some residents, even he is often a gossip. But he will not be ready if the woman of his tribe will also touch his heart. Whoever he was never wanted to be insulted by a very special person in his heart, as well as the King. If Sania finds out tonight she's back drunk, it's certain that Sania will be getting away. While the King has already volunteered to learn to teach. Can't imagine Sania's disappointment if she found out.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can come tonight. My body is not good anymore" the king reasoned. Instantly all of them simultaneously issued a voice indicating their objection and very regretful King did not contribute.

"Come on, Gan! It's not fun if there's no boss!"

"Yes, Gan. C'mon come! I'm sure the boss' body will heal if we party."

They told each other to force the boss to stay. The king turned his brain. This time he really did not want to join them. His usual spirit roiled every time there was a dangdutan, right now really not tasteful. Her thoughts continued to be fixed on Sania's attitude and speech to the Danu family.

"Right, tonight I can't go with you. My body really doesn't feel well. Sorry huh? Yes, I'm going home first. I want a quick squeeze to the room. It's not funny." Said the King and this time he really did not waver his stance as usual.

"Well! Not good ah! Usually come along too." Complaining about someone and being told by others.

"Surely, can't come. Yeah, I'll go home first." Pamit King. He immediately turned on his motorbike and left the person who was still trying to hold it.

The king felt relieved even though he felt strange with his attitude. Because he doesn't usually refuse drunken parties. This time it was completely different. His heart was so calm it managed to reject the invitation just now. His lips returned his smile.

Soon the motorbike he was driving had reached his yard. His eyes were stunned as he looked on the porch of his home as his parents were talking to the veiled woman. With the forehead wrinkled King down from his motorbike then moved towards the terrace.

"Tuh, King." Show the mother and the woman to look over with a cheerful smile. The king was slightly stunned as he found out who the veiled woman was.

"Snakes?"

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Hi hai hai, did the boss say hello? how's speed? waged it? may all remain in good health and well.thank you for supporting the story bang Raja. Without you, what is the meaning of my writing.and hopefully you also do not get bored to give support in the form of votes, likes, gifts and comments. Sorry the author again rarely interacts, there are other activities that break the focus. Thanks though.