CHASING A DREAM HUSBAND
Poor You's...

Yoga stepped closer towards Natasha who was still standing looking at him with a sharp waving glare, as if wanting to swallow him alive. The aura of the woman's pretty face turned dark, there was only resentment and anger emanating there. There was a clear liquid in his eyes that began to turn red, ready to spill but tried to be held back.

There is a little guilt in the heart of Yoga. Actually, he abstained from arguing and made a woman cry especially in public. Yoga realized that what was said in the cafe was outrageous, like an announcement that she had told him something she had not asked for. Although not entirely wrong, because Natasha offered him some money, but the words warmed her bed that sounded very embarrassing.

But if you remember Natasha's arrogant attitude, it feels like Yoga deserves to give a little lesson, so that Natasha does not always look down on others especially against people who have social status under it.

" I'm not a hypocrite, I admit the offer you give is very tempting for poor people like me, but I have self-respect, he said, I don't want others to demean me just because of my social status!" The words that come out of the mouth of Yoga sound resolute with formal language.

" After all, I see that if Andra and Adelia both love each other, there is no reason for me to ruin their relationship. Adel was happy with his choice.I'm happy for that ..." Yoga paused his speech for a moment. " I'm not a coward who would justify any event to get something I want. Not like you!" Yoga pointed and pressed on Natasha's shoulder with her index finger making the woman growled.

" You ...!!" furious Natasha.

" what?? Want to slap me again?? Please ..." Yoga slightly bent to align her position with Natasha while bringing her right cheek closer.

Natasha widened her eyes. The distance of his face with Yoga face is only about ten inches. His hands were clenched, wanting him to tear the man's face apart with his sharp fingernails to leave scratches on the man's handsome face. But instead of him doing what was on his mind he was stunned.

Feeling no rough touch on her cheek, Yoga then let her face stop right in front of Natasha's face which was intensely staring at her. Yoga also stared back at Natasha's beautiful eyes, while they exchanged looks no words spoken. Their eyes stared at each other strongly, no one had any intention of deciding on a glance. They stared at each other as if they were hypnotized by the power of their eyes.

" Here you go, Ga. Just brush it, Bro! Crazy ... beautiful girl gini model, do not need to be paid forty million as well, I want to nemenin her all night, hahahahaaaa ...."

A person's voice sounded, immediately awakening the preoccupation of Yoga and Natasha's activities to look at each other. to make them both retreat distanced, because their position was indeed very close.

Yoga turned towards the voice earlier, it turned out that Ridho was one of his friends who had spoken.

Yoga scratched his head that did not feel itchy while chuckling

" No, Dho. Not my type either ..." Relaxing yoga.

Natasha who gasps at the words of Yoga that makes her re-ignited emotions. " Woe ...! You think I want to be your model guy?! Score, dong!! You don't level out!" snarl. " Poor is a doubt ..." Natasha still attacks Yoga with insults.

But Yoga only replied to her with a wry smile towards Natasha. " I think I know why Andra prefers a simple girl like Adelia over you!" sindir Yoga folded both his hands on his chest. " Adel is a good girl, has a polite attitude and speech and does not envy others. while you ..." Yoga looks at Natasha from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot. " Physically you are interesting to look classy and educated, but attitude?? Big zero ...!" Yoga links the index finger and thumb to form the letter O.

" It's just right that Andra isn't hooked. Poor you ...!!"

Yoga walked away, left Natasha again, not caring about the curses coming out of Natasha's mouth that were addressed to her.

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In her office, Andra was busy studying every piece of paper she wanted to sign, as she watched her phone light up. He grabbed the flat object and put it back on the table, when it was seen that the incoming message came from Natasha, with no interest in opening it. Before long the phone went off, still from the same person.

Andra breathed an annoyed breath, perhaps if Adelia who was contacting would be another story, she would vigorously receive her call.

" Hello, Andra .. haven't you opened the message I sent?"

Natasha's voice sounded from across the street.

" What message??" answer's flat

" Let's see for yourself, it's about your Adelia, you know."

" What's wrong with Adelia??" Andra looks more enthusiastic in responding, when the name Adelia called. As Natasha was most anti-calling Adelia, Natasha preferred to call her the village lady.

Andra immediately hung up a one-sided phone call from Natasha and immediately opened the incoming chat on her WhatsApp. Her eyebrows are linked, as her eyes look at Adelia's smile and laughter with other men in the video Natasha posted. Andra recognized the man, the man she had been invited to shake hands with a few days ago when she picked up Adelia at her college.

Andra rushes out of her study, forgetting about the pile of papers she hasn't signed yet, even Anggi's remarks, His secretary who said in half an hour there will be meetings with some branch chief leaders also not understood.

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Adelia noticed the raindrops that drenched her campus courtyard. His college eye clock ended thirty minutes ago. He and Fira, his best friend, chose to wait for the rain to subside in the cafeteria inside his campus, while enjoying a glass of warm chocolate to warm his body, and then he could not wait for the rain, because the rain that has rained in the morning in Jakarta has not stopped, it is enough to make many people wrap their bodies in jackets.

" Today you didn't pick up your boy, Del?" asked Fira with her mouth full of cheese cream.

Adelia shook her head. " Mas Andra this afternoon there was a meeting in his office."

" And the driver picked you up?"

" Yes ...."

Fira's outstretched hand pulled the tissue and wiped away the remaining cream that was stuck to her lips. " It's delicious so lo, have a guy tajir, dapet special shuttle service. I also want to have a rich girlfriend Mas Andra. Say dong to Mas Andra, if you still have a rich single friend he I asked for one." Fira chuckles to make Adelia infected with laughter.

" But I am not free, I am restricted .." he said

" It's because he loves you, Del."

Adelia pressed her shoulders. " She's not letting me interact with other guys, just yesterday she was angry I was chatting with Yoga. I knew Kak Yoga before I met Mas Andra."

" Lo's lucky, Del. Cute guys are lo nemplokin lo," heckled Fira

" Picak pake nemplok," said Adelia..

" Hahaha. uh, Del. Can you help me deketin Kak Yoga. I want to be Kak Yoga's girlfriend." Fira smiled shyly covering her mouth with her palm.

Adelia rolled both her eyes. " So he said the interest in finding a rich man Mas Andra, now changing direction again?"

" If the rich Mas Andra is difficult to get, even Kak Yoga is not pa-pa deh ...."

" Ekhhmmm .. can you join us here?"

Adelia and Fira simultaneously turned to look at the figure who stood towering beside her desk.

" Oh, sister Yoga ..." Adelia bit her lower lip and turned her gaze towards Fira, who was seen covering part of her face with her palm, holding her back from being caught talking about the person who had suddenly appeared in front of them.

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