Badboy That Sucks
112. Strawberry Garden

"Emang the Arkan can be like that?"

"Eh you don't know, it was yesterday there was a person who bullied the Kamila that person is now in prison. Why go to jail for fear of being killed by Arkan. That's why he gave himself up. Well, you again want to find because of Arkan. The light you go all the way. We all know who you are and your rottenness. Suppose you still want to go to school and not be bullied as the children mengingan Lo go now," said Daren.

"Gee! Look out, you?!" sulk Rdna Hearing Daren's words, Rena immediately stomped his feet.

For now he has to give up because Arkan is not home.

Danger if his friends Arkan complain to Arkan. la already seen

arkan atrocities the other day, until

hand hurts. And this time she had to play pretty so Arkan wouldn't either

could hurt.

"Finally gone are pests!" daren said when he saw Rena leave.

"No one can say Arkan Kamila Ren, you're crazy to mess with Arkan!"

***

If Rena is busy looking for Arkan and Kamila, meanwhile in Yogyakarta, Kamila's condition is getting better. Rara and Regan also followed to Jogja specifically to entertain Kamila. Kamila was still traumatized by yesterday's incident, coupled with the departure of Grandpa and Grandma Kamila must have been even more shaken.

That afternoon Kamila had just woken up when Arkan brought a glass of juice to her room.

"Where from?" kamila asked as she saw Arkan coming in.

"From this kitchen, you slept really well so I thought all of you were making drinks so I could see" Arkan replied while sitting on the edge of Kamila's bed.

"Drink first!"

Kamila's smile expands and she drinks the juice Arkan gives her, while Arkan swipes Kamila's long mane.

"Thank you handsome," Kamila said making Arkan chuckle.

"Thank you again, Princess!" Arkan and Kamila laughed at the same time.

Kamila looked to the left right and revealed the blanket.

"Search what hm?" ask Arkan.

"Where are we going?" ask Kamila.

"Oh that, there's the same Mother. You see, said Aunt Rara better not to play social first, you have to relax a lot Mil. So Bunda mutusin for nyimpen hp lo, then also Naya call lo but Bunda who lift, um why? Need anything? It's got me!" arkan said.

Kamila shook her head, though,

"No ah, it's just lonely, I've been crying. I miss watching Korean dramas," Kamila replied with a chuckle.

Arkan laughed at his lover's reply. Kamila had asked about the Korean drama, meaning that the girl's condition was better than yesterday.

"Where are you going now?" ask Kamila.

"Father same Mother again to the office grandfather. Yesterday the confidant of Grandpa and Grandma called Dad. He said to give the ownership papers of the company and others. Everything is in your name. But, I plan to taro all that in the safety box at the bank. So, everything's safe. Later if you are old enough you can hold all that. For a while everything was managed by the same confidants of Grandpa Lo under Dad's supervision."

Kamila smiled, she felt very grateful because the Arkan family was so kind and attentive to her. Even they sincerely received such great trust from his grandfather.

"This way the same father Mother so troublesome, sorry I yes," said Kamila.

Arkan smiled, "No nicotine really, said Mother. Mila's a potential ghost so it's like a child of her own," or Arkan calms Kamila down.

Kamila hugged Arkan at a glance and then took off her embrace again.

"That I'm bored in the room, out yu play what do it," said Kamila as she looked at Arkan.

"Where are you going?" ask Arkan.

"Here there is a garden strawberry same Mango has Grandpa, I used to like Grandpa play there. I think now is also another harvest, there yu," Kamila invited enthusiastically.

"Come, I'll ask for a car key to the Mbok first yeah, keep going there" Arkan said.

However, Arkan immediately shook his head.

"Dear, we're going there in the car. I can have a tantrum Dad with Mommy if you take Lo on foot with a condition lo new healthy gini," Arkan said.

Kamila just nodded her head and let Arkan ask Mbok Darmi for the car keys. Then using the car owned by Kamila's grandmother, they went to the strawberry garden which is not too far from the house of Kamila's grandparents.

It turned out that his strawberry garden was bearing fruit. Kamila was very happy. The farmer greeted them both. Of course, the farmers recognized Kamila as the new owner of the plantation after Frans' grandfather died.

"Eh, is this Kamila Ma'am?"

Kamila nodded her head, "Dad Pakde!" the answer.

"Arkan's Miss Kamila?"

Arkan chuckled he nodded

her head.

"yes, sir I am Arkan!" Arkan extended his hand.

Pakde Jali replied to Arkan's helping hand, "The handsome would-be Mbak Kamila, a native of Jakarta Mas?"

"Dad sir, meet Kamila also in Jakarta!" answer Arkan.

"Oiya Ma'am, Mas, that's a freshly cooked strawberry loh. If Ma'am equally want this metic I love the basket," said Pakde Jali farmers trust Kamila's grandparents.

"Yes, I want to pick strawberries, the harvest again?"

"Yes, it happens that many have matured its mangoes. There is something we have harvested. If Mas wants his own metic is over there that hasn't been picked. But, if the males just take it in the warehouse already there are picked ready to be sold."

"We picked up the new Pakde, I want to immediately pick up and keep eating," said Kamila.

"Dad please!"

Pakde Jali, who was in charge of overseeing the plantation, immediately gave the basket to Kamila.

"Thank you Pakde," Arkan said and left with Kamila.

Both are cool to pick strawberries and mangoes that are already ripe. Kamila looked very happy and Arkan was also happy to see his lover smiling again.

"Well, the strawberries are so fresh. Can be made juice. Keep making strawberry pancakes like it's delicious" Kamila said.

"Yes, bring a lot. Then later at home we make strawberry pancakes and juice that you want," Arkan said.

"Gue also wants to make mango pudding. Looks really good. Mbok Darmi is most able to make cakes, make pudding too. What else is hot. It must be delicious. Then, the same mango strawberry we bring home to Jakarta."

"Oh my goodness, Kamila. Is there no mango in Jakarta as strawberry?" arkan said while shaking his head.

"Different dong, this is from his own garden," said Kamila.

Arkan ruffled Kamila's hair, "yes, the important thing is you're smiling. You can bring as many as you want, bring the garden also no papa," said Arkan.

Kamila looked at Arkan and smiled, "Get it?"

Arkan nodded his head, 'Anything for you Kamila, you ask my world for me too surely I love you!"

"Oh, baper say!" kamila replied while holding her chest pretending to want to faint.

Tak...

Arkan flicked Kamila's forehead, "Sa ae lo Bambang!"

Kamila frowned, "It hurts!" kamila said as she rubbed her forehead.

Cup....

Arkan kissed Kamila's forehead, "Udah healed right? The pain was brought by a frog!"

Now please bring Kamila home! The oxygen in Kamila's chest feels like it's going to run out?!