I'm Not Your Enemy
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"I want you, Madam," said Micho, a strange urge of desire filled her soul. Amara closed her eyes, she felt the same way.

"Uncle, aunty," the voice broke the fantasy g*ra* between the two. Micho clenched her hands, how could Olive interrupt her almost burning hot game. Micho and Amara immediately stood up straight and turned to stare at Olive who seemed to be staring at them.

"Darling, what's wrong?" amara asked as she crouched down to look towards Olive.

"Aunty's sick? Why did Uncle come so close? Does an aunty's pellet hurt? Why hold the same uncle?" tanya Olive looked worried.

Micho rubbed her face rough, what an unlucky day. Nada, Olive, then who else would bother him? He drove the boy to his house again.

"No, aunty's not sick. Olive wants to eat too?" amara asked with a smile. Olive shook her head slowly.

"Olive wants a drink" he replied. Amara smiled and took a glass of milk for Olive. The little girl smiled and accepted.

"Uncle, take aunty to kamal. Bial aunty lingoat," said Olive, Micho looked sparkling and looked at Amara and blinked her eyes.

"Then, how are you?" ask Micho.

"Olive play, uncle don't be naughty yes," said Olive then passed. Amara and Micho looked at each other. Micho lifts Amara's tiny body and takes her towards Kamar.

"Please condition your hands, Mr. Micho," Amara said with her sharp eyes. Micho who was a little surprised just smiled. His left hand rubbed his hair that was not itchy. Eliminating the nervousness that roamed his heart after laying Amara in his bed.

"Sorry Miss Amara. I just meant well, I think you're very tired. That's why I'm kind enough to lift you up" Micho said, grinning the horse.

"Thank you, for your concern, dear Mr. Micho" Amara said. Amara slid Micho down, then sat down beside Micho.

"Am I interrupting?" ask Micho. Amara turned to Micho and glanced at the wall clock, which was 14:00.

"Can't you think for yourself? Why are you still asking" exasperated Amara. Honestly, that's not what he wanted to say. But Amara seemed to withstand the turmoil of taste that raged in his heart.

"Don't you freak out why? I'm scared," Micho said teasingly. However, Amara is still with her jutek face, ignoring the jokes thrown by Micho.

Amara lowered her legs, stood up and stepped onto the balcony of the room. Amara looked at the towering buildings.

"What are you thinking? Why come here?" ask Micho. Amara let out a long sigh and looked towards Micho. Suddenly he was afraid. The shadow of some thugs, the violence, the shadow of Rayen, Erika, Milano, all gathered into one.

"Mas, do you really not know them?" ask Amara. Micho looked at Amara and gently rubbed the worried-looking face.

"Dear, I beg you. Trust me," Micho's pinta. Micho clasped Amara's hand, giving her peace.

Again the shadow of violence 4 years ago mengiang in his mind. The violence a few days ago was also clearly recorded. The incident 2 nights ago also greatly confiscated his attention. The incident also began to disturb his brain.

If this isn't Micho's, then who is? Amara closed her eyes.

Papa and Mama never refuse or accept because you will be in danger, while you are far away. Now, you're married, if papa takes care of you there's your husband who will always stand here, beside you

Her papa's words made Amara slightly flinched. What are your mom and dad hiding? Do they know about the evil man who always haunts him? Amara looked towards Micho.

"Mas, I think something's not right. The incident that happened to me was something that was planned," said Amara Lirih. Micho smiled and looked at Amara.

"Take it easy, I gotta go. Don't go anywhere" Micho said, peeping over Amara's head, then stepping up.

"Mas, where are you going?" ask Amara worried.

"I'll tell you later, now accompany Olive. Let him stay here tonight, I'll be home late at night" Micho said as she stroked the top of Amara's head.

"Be careful, Mas." said Amara.

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"How can you fail? harming just one person why is it so hard?" roy snaps at his men.

"Sorry boss, she's no ordinary woman. And Den Micho I think also know him," said one of them. Roy looked pias and stared intently at his men.

"You sure?" ask Roy cynically.

"Yes, we're sure" said the thug. Roy took a long breath. How could?

Roy tightened his jaw when his phone beebunyi and showed the name of Mr. Milano there.

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