Liebe Zu Maiza's
Little Secret

Oh so his name is Om Indra. That jerk, exactly the jerk Om drove Afni home that night. The man who put Afni in such a fit of loyalty that he ran back to kiss her lips. After being hypnotized from Om Indra until he was willing to kiss in front of the house again.

In the open in front of the house Afni willingly kissed him. It is very possible to be seen by anyone who passes and they have no shame, especially if in a closed place. Before the embarrassing incident happened, there must have been another event before. Moreover, they were just the two of them in the car, in a closed place. No, I can't think negatively about you.

There was no way that Afni would do such a despicable thing as this innocent head imagined. Afni is still sane despite being possessed by a demon. She still appreciates herself. It is impossible to do such an indecent thing.

But they said, just now Azmi was invited to karaokean with Om Indra, invited to walk and shop, and Azmi's profits will be published as a famous singer. Keep Om Indra what it has to do with Afni, why he who took Afni home that night. Who is close and looking for profit with Om Indra is Azmi but why Afni is willing to be kissed.

Once there is a conspiracy between them to trap Om Indra, or it could be Afni who will be the victim of everything.

This detective soul rebelled, wanting to know more about Om Indra and his relationship with Afni, Azmi and Rima. I do not care about Azmi and Rima, it is up to them if they want to live in a vicious circle with Om Indra. But you have to be saved from this bad situation.

I opened the room door and went out. Peering towards Afni's room, incense sounds Afni, Azmi and Rima. I approached the door of Afni's room with my feet very slowly, breath held and eyes lurking to and fro, then hide behind the table where ornamental flowers and urns beloved mini aunt Yusnita placed, which is right next to the door of Afni's room.

I have to find out more about Om Indra, the rotten man who is trending topic among them. I've got one leak, his name is Om Indra and have colleagues in the field of music and sound pulling, which makes the three popular crazy High School girls are loyal.

The chuckling sounds sounded again. The most frenzied voice of Rima. The woman who has an unsymmetrical smile turns out to be extravagant, even though at school she is mostly silent and plays her curly hair.

This feeling dag dig dug, a great tempest awaits in plain sight if until I am caught staying here especially if caught eavesdropping on their conversation, can be finished riwayaku in this city. Afni's path to immediately throw me and lift your foot from this house is wide open.

This face, the face that often makes them ride black can not be seen at all. But because the snacks ran out, the drinking water was also used up, inevitably I had to go out of the room with the greatest risk could be coughed up by friends. Plus the curiosity that undermined the soul finally arrived I behind this table, sitting squatted between the table and the urn. From here I heard their conversation.

"But Om Indra is serious about petrifying us into famous singers?" Doubt accompanies the question of Afni.

"Yes dong, Om Indra's time to lie to us. The joker card is in my hand, Om Indra can't possibly mess with us." Azmi convinces her two friends.

"Joker card, you mean?" Afni wants to know more in Om Indra's personal life.

"Om Indra was a lonely man, he had absolutely no intention of remarrying after being divorced by his first wife,"

"Keep," Rima urged curiously.

"Om Indra wants to end his lonely time, free to have a lot of wealth, advanced companies, colleagues everywhere but Om Indra's life is empty,"

"meaning?" Rima pe ak failed to understand.

"Om Indra is targeting a woman, reportedly also a widow but it is very difficult for Om Indra to conquer it, so I want to help Om Indra to approach the woman,"

"Have you met that woman?" The president continued to urge to know.

"Where what?"

"If the company where the woman works has signed a contract with the company om Indra."

"meaning?" Rima still failed to understand as well, the child's brain was lazy difficult meaning well.

"After the company where the woman works under the control of a large company owned by Om Indra, Om Indra will decide on cooperation if the woman still does not want to accept Om Indra." Clearly Azmi was as bright as her two friends who did not understand the scandal that was going on with the person they were dealing with at this time.

[Hmmm ... So Om Indra has a plan to trap the woman of his target. Through the cooperation of the company, Om Indra will carry out its actions. Women who may only be ordinary employees can be used as bait to raise the prestige of the company by establishing cooperation with investment companies such as Om Indra. Ce ce ce, what a cruel plan they had. Hufttt .. pity the woman Om Indra's target. It turns out that there are people whose fate is even more precarious than mine. Having to be stuck in a difficult situation for the benefit of powerful people like Om Indra.] I imagine how loving the life of women who want men like Om Indra.

"His son is so the target woman Om Indra, what is the lack of try om Indra, already rich, handsome, good and the money factory is scattered everywhere." Rima dreams that he will also get the target of a man like Om Indra.

"Yes but you're a jerk," I called accidentally.

"up!" Reflex I closed the mouth of both hands and elbows nudging a small urn placed near the ornamental plants aunty Yusnita.

[Death to me, why not accidentally say, this is also a urn using a nudge event all.]

Cold sweat pours out the forehead, wetting the temples. Hands tremble with fear. Heart palpitations, another thump, unlike when remembering my angel.

"Who said you're a jerk?" The intonation of Azmi's voice was high did not accept the hero was called a jerk.

"Not me," Rima dodged.

"I'm not it?" He dodged it but tried to hide something.

"So then what was the sound, like something falling on the doorstep," Azmi said.

"Yes, I heard also the sound of something falling and it was like the sound of the jerk saying that from the outside," Rima suspected.

"Let me check," Azmi hurried over, her hand already holding the doorknob, a "crackle" sound came from inside and the doorknob beside me moved.

"Azmi, don't don't, don't come out at least it's a lizard sound that nenggenggol something." Intercept Afni to Azmi who has pressed full alley door.

"I have to make sure." Azmi continued her action.