I Need You
Not Your business!

Prisilia Amanda drove the vehicle through the streets of K City under the afternoon breeze. His brain is relentlessly working to think of a way to kink in front of Dimas who notes are rigid and principled. Contrary to Danang who is more flexible and relented even though ignored.

"I didn't know the patient was Vania's sister" he murmured.

The girl stopped the vehicle at one of her subscription boutiques. The largest Wardana Boutique in K. The goal is to buy something for someone.

"Compose this one and that one" he told an officer who was used to his presence.

"Not tried yet, deck?" The officer offered with a friendly smile.

"No, I'm in a hurry" he replied quickly. Officer nodded. Just as he was about to find another need, his eyes suddenly scanned a narcissistic man holding a flirtatious young girl. It looks like the man is heavily drunk.

"Papa?" muttered. Prisil rushed to him. "Pap-"

"Darling, I'm gonna need that lingerie for tonight." His intention of greeting the father was hindered by the reflex speech of the spoiled young girl.

"Yes, already. Take what is your need. I want you to look beautiful tonight." Denis, the father's welcome. The girl laughed bitterly. A glance at his face reminded Prisil of someone, but I don't know who.

Prisil managed to look at the two people who poked each other flirt until Denis realized the presence of his daughter.

"Amanda?" muttered gasp.

"Hhhh! So this is Papa's job every day?" said windy. "Hey! You're a jal*ng woman! Don't you realize you've ruined this guy's relationship with his family?" he continued with a body that shook violently.

"Eh! Be careful when you talk. Your father came to me!"

"Basic lakor!" Prisil lays a crushing blow to the woman's face. However, Denis' hand caught him better.

"Don't overdo it, Amanda!" loudly reproving. The euphoria of miras had taken control of his body and turned to persuade the woman. "Dinda, you're okay, right?" It looks like the woman is very good at attracting Denis attention to forget that Prisil is in front of her.

"Oh! God!" muttered sebal. Prisil finally chose to leave rather than have to serve the father who was more in favor of a mistress than his own biological children. The girl left with tears soaking her face.

Just now he came out of the boutique carrying a paper bag of groceries to the car, suddenly Joshua came back to him! 'Damn!' thought riled. "Other than this, huh?" hardcore rough.

"Sorry, Sil! I just wanted to say thank you for helping Sister Vania" Joshua replied with a look of compassion.

"That's all? Yes, go there!" expel fast. Joshua cupped his palms together.

"Sil, let me apologize" he said tightened his grip. Prisil was more nimble to avoid his hands.

"Don't do it, dong! Pliss?!" Joshua held both his hands together. "We're talking fine, okay."

"Hhhh! What, who am I? What do you want to talk about?"

"Amanda!!" Denis's voice suddenly startled the two. Prisil looked at the face of the new father appeared with a woman named Dinda with a grudge while Joshua successfully sculpted.

"Papa asks now also apologize to Dinda!" says firmly. His steps looked gontai. Prisil Amanda grunts violently.

"No way!"

"Do it, or papa won't forgive you!"

"No problem, Pa. As usual, I'll be fine without Papa!"

"A useless child!" His palm was ready to land onto Amanda's smooth cheek.

"Stop, Uncle!" Joshua cut quickly and restrained the middle-aged man's movements. "Don't slap the princess yourself just to defend a woman like her.' The point is to Dinda. His eyes are burning.

"God! Farhan's son! Don't interfere in my affairs, or you'll know the consequences."

"I'm sorry if I'm sassy, Uncle. But from now on Prisil's business is my business too." Joshua pushed Denis' body to a stagger. "Minda! Get your father out of here, "he told Dinda who inevitably had to endure the shame. Now he's busy carrying Denis' body that has been under the influence of drugs due to his stupidity.

"Damn!" his words with great difficulty moved.

Joshua breathed a sigh of relief. Just about to turn away, Prisil was already blotting his waist in front of him. "What do you mean, huh?" Sorto sharply accompanied his speech.

"What?"

Prisil pushes Joshua's chest but fails to make it shift.

"Listen well Mr. Artist, you're nothing to me, and don't ever consider my business to be yours," he pressed flat and soon reached the car door and slammed hard. Joshua prancing.

"Sil! Prisils! Give me time to explain." His hands repeatedly knocked on the car glass hoping that the girl softened and gave him a chance. But Prisil was already disappointed and immediately planted the gas.

"Prissile!!"

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