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Varga waits for Cayrol in front of the campus gate. The girl enthusiastically ran over as she looked at Varga from a distance. For some reason .., but Cayrol does like to be coquettish with every handsome guy.

"Uncle handsome," exclaimed Cayrol, as soon as Varga waved at him.

"Hey ... how's Cayrol doing, you look beautiful today." Praise Varga.

Cayrol blushed in embarrassment, Varga chuckled at Aralia's backpack on Cayrol's shoulder.

"Good handsome uncle, oh yes Ara why?" Cayrol hands Aralia's phone.

"Fever, he's home now."

Varga put Aralia's bag in the car. "Oh yes Cayrol, thank you for bothering to come here."

"No bother, Uncle. Itung-itung can meet a handsome uncle."

Varga chuckled, it was funny how this girl in front of him was.

Varga let out a long sigh, then looked at Cayrol for a moment. Cayrol in the face felt wrong behavior and several times lowered his head in shame. What did he expect?

"Oo, Aralia didn't go to college yesterday, do you know why?" ask Varga.

I think he wants to buy me.

Cayrol pursed his lips, seemingly thinking of something.

"Don't know uncle, he said he went to the college park to meet someone but then he disappeared."

"Ohh ..., does she have any friends besides you and two more?" Search Varga.

Cayrol shook his head, shaking his taper chin as if remembering something.

"To my knowledge he had a friend, his name was Reven, a law school boy."

"Reven?"

"Mmm the name is Reven and if not mistaken they are close, like ...." Cayrol linked his index finger and his mother finger meant love.

Varga nodded, he understood and at a glance remembered the message that was named emoji love by Aralia.

"But uncle, don't tell Ara ya. Tar he's angry and can be swallowed alive I'm uncle."

Varga patted the head of Cayrol gently with a friendly smile.

"No." said Varga, Cayrol's heart melted.

"Yes, I've come back first, yes, next time we can meet and I'll buy you a meal."

"Seriously uncle?" Cayrol was enthusiastic, Varga nodded. "Don't buy food, Uncle." he continued.

"Keep what dong?"

Cayrol approached, tiptoed and grabbed Varga's tie making the man bow a little. "just go on a date" whispered softly right in Varga's ear.

Varga chuckled, "alright, later if we have time for a date."

"Really?" Cayrol's eyes were wide open and Varga said so.

"Then I go home first."

Varga patted Cayrol's arm slowly, then got into his car.

"Gosh she's so seductive, hopefully Aralia doesn't seem like it." Varga muttered in horror.

Cayrol smilingly waved at Varga's car that was already on the move.

"A. .. Oh my god, uncle .. your cell phone number." Shouted Cayrol running small but dear Varga did not notice him. Cayrol complains, "what a date ... " Cayrol snorted, hitting his head for forgetting the most important thing. It's asking for Varga's cell phone number.

Aralia tilted her body, facing Varga. Still sweating and occasionally Aralia raved.

"Ara ..., hey wake up and have a drink." Varga poured water into the glass, put it on the nightstand and woke Aralia up.

"Sister, Ara's dizzy." Both eyes Aralia watery, his body temperature is still high, although it has been compressed and assisted fever-lowering drugs. Her lips were dry and looked red.

Varga helps Aralia wake up, gives her a drink and puts her to sleep.

"We're going to the hospital" Varga said. Aralia shook her head back to sleep.

"How's Ara, gone?" Mr. Roland and his wife Ele went into the room.

"It's still high heat, Pa." Answer Varga worried.

"Then we go to the hospital." Proposed Tn. Roland's.

"We'll see in three hours, if the body temperature is still high, I'll take it to the hospital." said Varga.

Mr. Roland nodded, patting Varga's arm. "Yes already, love to drink often."

"Yes pa, oh yeah where's Bianca?" be aware of Bianca's absence in that space.

"Bianca's in my mom's room, so you can focus on Ara tonight. Remember the love of drinking do not get dehydrated." replied Ele.

"Yes papa's already with mama to the room first, if there is a problem wakein papa, yes." Mr. Roland.

"Good pa. Night pa, ma."

"Boy night."

Varga checked Aralia again, as her palm landed on her forehead, and Aralia opened her eyes, frowning slightly away from her husband's attention. The rejection that Aralia showed involuntarily hurt Varga's feelings. Butwhy? The man was still being gentle, going up to the bed to approach Aralia, helping her get up and sit down and said.

"Drink again, yes" Varga leaned Aralia's body, grabbed a glass of water over the nightstand and gave it to the woman.

"Already," murmured Aralia, her dry reddish lips a little hard to open.

"Spend," whispered Varga, seeing that Aralia still leaves more or can be said Aralia just took a few gulps.

Aralia clucked lazily, drinking back to the end. "satisfied?"ask Aralia, basic indeed, Aralia's personality is very bad. Varga smiled, putting Aralia back to sleep. But just as her body was about to lie down, Aralia shuddered at the pores on her hands and her face opened as she held something back.

"What's wrong?"

Without replying, Aralia got up again and lowered her foot on the floor. Walk slowly to the bathroom.

"Butuh bantuan nggak?" Tanya Varga kembali, begitu melihat langkah Aralia lunglai.

Stubborn Aralia was still in the pet, refusing with her gloomy face. Aralia felt her head dizzy and her hazy gaze made her almost fall lucky with Varga propping her up.

"Hard-headed." Varga took him into the bathroom and sat him in the toilet.

"Can you open it?" varga asked, turning her body around with a smile.

"I kill you when I see me." Aralia, watching Varga, lowered her pants and was satisfied when her urine was released from her body.

"Don't worry, I see it's mine, right?" Varga chuckled as he said that.

"Come ...," Aralia cried with a hoarse voice, after pressing the toilet flush button.

"Have you? No debok?" Varga's chirp, infuriated Aralia and hit the man's arm after he was on the bench from there.

"Ouch ...," Pekik Varga feigned pain.

Varga closed the bathroom door with her feet and took Aralia to bed, putting her there. Tidying up Aralia's bangs that covered her beautiful eyes. Their gaze met, Varga's heartbeat rumbled a little as she looked at Aralia's tiny face up close. The lip petals were red despite being in pain, making the passion in him Varga provoked. Varga berlahan lowered his head, and almost kissed his wife's beautiful lips. But back when she had to swallow her disappointment at the rejection she received, Aralia turned her face away and pulled the blanket shut. Varga, sighing.

"Good night, Ara. Go to bed later I wake up for a drink." said Varga softly.