Just Created For Me
THU*77

Andra continued to hold Zara's hand tightly.

"Sister, out of the way, embarrassed to see many people" whispered Zara trying to unravel Andra's grip.

In a cafeteria they are now.

"Why smile?" ask Zara.

Andra still felt a sigh in his chest when Zara's chewy object stuck to his back.

Unusual motorbike matic make Andra forward it at high speed, if usually motorsport drove gallantly split the road, with motir matic owned by Zara, the, andra's body is tall like riding a child's toy motorcycle.

Zara hit Andra several times on the back because his heart was pounding as the motor matic was speeding very fast.

Not to reduce the speed, but Andra is getting faster on Zara's matic motorbike.

No doubt the girl is getting attached to her body on Andra's back that makes both of her chewy objects attached to the back of the man.

The strange waves that spread all over Andra's body, along with Zara's loud screams in the ears as well as the wobbles that stuck to her back, just imagined that she had made her blunt object stiffen down there.

"So slow kaaak" Zara shouted at Andra, a wide grin that the girl would not see.

"Let's hurry up to Ra."

Hurry up to your bald, yes hurry up to the one who was picked up by the angel of death, growled Zara.

Still with her chest up and down regulating her breathing, Zara sat in the cafeteria.

There is something to talk about, Andra said when Zara asked why they stopped at the place.

Soursop juice in choose Zara and caramel machiato into refreshment drink Andra.

"Ra, how do you work in a boutique, do you feel at home?"ask Andra.

Zara nodded for sure, despite the treatment of employees who continued to test her emotions but Zara was still able to handle it.

"From tomorrow mommy asks you to replace the cashier at the central restaurant."

"Well at the restaurant, there's no cashier there, and what kind of boutique?"

"The baby in the cashier's section is on maternity leave, and no one can operate a computer at the restaurant so mommy thinks you're the one who changed temporarily, poor Ra Shoot her pregnant old fear if there is a contraction at the restaurant while at work, it's the danger of Ra" said Andra full of dramatists on the bumbui with his handsome face that he changed the fashion melas.

Zara is still pensive, if she undertakes to move to the restaurant, then how the continuation of the case of the dress that buttons in the boutique, her inner.

"Giman Ra, pity that his leg was swollen too." Andra increasingly dramatizes his sentence so that Zara more trust, despite the fact that the shooter is in good health even fresh fit.

Andra, who understood Zara's tenderness, used the girl's weakness to accept her request in the name of the mother's order.

"Can't Ra, must give the decision now in order to shoot information that from tomorrow he can leave" Andra increasingly does not want his desire to get rejected.

"Ehm.."Zara is confused, because if she moves tomorrow, it does not mean she runs away from her responsibilities, running away from the mistakes that she did not make.

And his good name will certainly get worse in the eyes of others.

But he also could not refuse the request of aunt Maharani.

Zara is really in a dilemma, if only today there is no incident that will threaten her good name in the boutique of course Zara will immediately accept her transfer of work.

"Come on Ra, you're at the restaurant."

Zara nodded her head slowly, maybe working at the restaurant could make her a chance to solve the problem at the boutique, if the two shift then she will go to the boutique, he thought.

Iyess, Andra cheers inwardly.

The matic motor drove through the city to Zara's apartment.

Andra is forced to let Zara go home on her own because mommy told her to go to a central resto to retrieve the financial data logbook left behind.

To pursue time, deliberately Andra uses the services of online motorcycle taxi.

Zara sped up the speed of the motor as raindrops began to wet her hands.

His breath was stung, finally arriving at the parking lot of the apartment building.

Zara's quick steps towards the lobby door, she wants to immediately clean her sticky and sultry body.

"Ra, wait" someone's cry stopped Zara's steps.

Revan, mind.

"Ra I want to talk."

"Nothing to talk about anymore." Zara quickened her pace.

"This is the last time I'm asking you to answer my question, and I won't bother you anymore?" Revan said softly.

Zara turned her body, the two now looked at each other.

Revan stared at Zara intensely, the girl who once filled his heart, even until this second his heart was still intact belonging to Zara.

"Tell me what you want to know?" zara's tone was calm, but her chest was actually rumbling.