
"Papa how are you? Does Papa miss? Is Papa worried about me?" yaren muttered so softly.
The woman lowered her face, hiding the sadness of a child who loved her parents so much.
"I don't care if I have to share Raisa Pa's affection, but at least Papa still loves me, still cares about me."
"I miss Pa, only Papa is who I expected, but Papa is equally disappointing."
Yaren sat in the middle of the door, throwing stones in the backyard, hoping that her frustration with her parents would subside.
"Stupid!" say Ayaz when the man was in the kitchen about to go to the bathroom.
Yaren turned her head, looking at Ayaz who had disappeared behind the bathroom door.
The woman got up, tidied up her hairstyle, changed her expression to be as attractive as possible, Ayaz was her only hope even though she did not want to rely on the man.
Sitting in the dining chair, waiting for Ayaz to come out of the bathroom.
"Ehmm.." Yaren's voice that pretended to cough managed to stop Ayaz's steps that were about to pass through.
The man furrowed his brows a sign of not understanding.
"Ayaz, can we talk?" ask Yaren directly.
Ayaz smiled, "Why? Are you ready to do it?" ayaz asked with a blink of his eyes.
Yaren frowned, not to mention Ayaz was already very confident.
"You.." Yaren's words were stifled, I don't know why she suddenly also became unsure to say that to Ayaz, either, though this morning he was determined not to lose just because of the threat of Ayaz.
"What?" ayaz asked, his tone still cold but also implied curiosity.
"I'm going to sleep with you!" yaren said quickly, so quickly Ayaz could even know that Yaren did not wholeheartedly speak so.
"really?" ayaz asked, confirming something that he already knew the answer to, but it seemed that getting Yaren caught in the trap was not a bad idea.
The woman was always rash, without thinking about the bad, surely Yaren only wanted to get away from her immediately, there might also be a hidden purpose and purpose if Yaren suddenly agreed to their agreement this time. Ayaz guessed that, stared at in Yaren's bead, looking at what Yaren was planning.
"Ke... Why?" ask Yaren nervously.
"Why? Why is he back?"
"Ah no, I mean... I'm right, I want to sleep with you, besides I don't have any family, I don't think being your bedmate is so bad, you promised me that you would make me a queen if I were still holy." said Yaren, her tone quivering even though she was all her might to ward off nervousness.
How interesting!
"You're so confident!" said Ayaz, looking down at Yaren.
"Oh, obviously, dear Lord Ayaz, I can confirm that, and when that day comes, don't forget to keep your promise!" challenge Yaren.
Yaren must have gone crazy to be able to challenge an Ayaz, but like there is no choice, and it feels like Yaren has to do it.
"Haha!" ayaz's laughter boomed, nothing funny to Yaren, but for Ayaz to see Yaren speaking against her but with slightly trembling legs made Ayaz unable to help but laugh. That innocent Yaren, the woman before him who is currently trying to trick him. Don't expect Yaren! gumam Ayaz.
Then the young man innocently left Yaren, "Hahahaha!" his laughter title once again sounded.
Yaren was sitting limp on the chair, Ayaz's words were like a sword that was drawing out her heart, trash... Yaren is actually convinced that she is still a virgin, but somehow she feels so worthless in Ayaz's eyes.
"It's so sad, why is luck always not on my side?" lirih Yaren, the woman again lamented her fate.
While in the room, Ayaz smiled victoriously, the man grew curious about his future bedmate.
He headed somewhere in his room, pressed the hidden button in his wardrobe, then disappeared without a trace.
...***...
"I told you, watch him!" order Marco.
"I'm sorry Sir!"
"You're no better than Ayaz? That mean? Heh, lowly!" grunts Marco annoyed.
His warlord, was starting to play the fire of romance, it had been almost three days Ayaz had not contacted him, he said, there is no mission or anything like that to make Marco let Ayaz to live freely even in the forest house where Ayaz was meant to hide.
"For Mister!"
"You know, at least he needed an entire year to master martial arts and shooting, now look, even firearms have become his daily friends, but you guys... I can't just lose Ayaz, she'll destroy him, women are just a barrier to me achieving everything." Marco shouted out his frustration.
The mistakes in the past that were also caused by a woman made him unable to accept Ayaz being so familiar with a woman.
He did not want Ayaz to be destroyed someday, just out of love.
Flashbacks.
"I'm going to get married" said Nindi, the innocent woman who unfortunately had Marco ruined her life.
"You can't marry Nindi, I've taken away your honor, I'll tell your future husband that if we do, you're not holy." Marco threatened.
"No problem, I'm going to stay married to the man of my parents' choice, you can't expect Marco? You motherfucker!" nindi Ummah, it was so crowded when she said that.
Marco, that man who had taken away his honor, with seduction and a little coercion, made him willing to relinquish the crown which he had always guarded for twenty-three years.
Marco, that man, he said bastard, but unfortunately, he really loved that man. Marco's shadow is always attentive and can not let him hurt, making Nindi feel very protected if with Marco.
But unfortunately, the man was mismanaged, had no manners, a crazy man who only knew to play around every day, Nindi also knew the illegal business that Marco was going through, that's why he can't live with the man he loves. He was too afraid to enter Marco's world.
His unpredictability, his helplessness made him prefer to decide Marco and obey the requests of his parents.
Her marriage to a rich man, more precisely a business marriage will do for the sake of making both parents happy, and also Nindi hopes for a better life, even though at that time Nindi knows, and also Nindi hopes for a better life, she is pregnant with Marco Arash, the man she loves.
"Let me take this gift from you with me, you don't need to know this pain, it's just me, it's enough I'm Honey!" lirih Nindi.
Flashback.
Seriate...