Maira And The Bad Boy
Talk About What, huh?

Iqbal ends up in Yudhistira's car and leaves his car at Daddy Rehan's residence. Om Ilham's eldest son was sitting in the front seat, next to Yudhistira who was focusing on driving a car.

"Mas Yudhis, what semester?" ask Iqbal.

"Five" replied Yudhishthira, brief and clear.

"What do you do, bro?" ask Yudhistira, turn around. Trying to get along.

"Architect" replied Iqbal who did not go to college abroad because he wanted to continue together with his two cousins.

"Well, sure!" admiration Yudhistira.

Familiarity then quickly intertwined. Iqbal, who is very good at Spanish and melting the atmosphere, made the trip to campus this morning, very pleasant.

Not only for the three new students who are in the orientation period, but also for Yudhistira who is usually ogah-ogahan to go to campus, if not because forced by the oma.

The trip, which took half an hour more, did not feel long. Yudhistira sports car has turned towards the campus area and the young man immediately looked for an empty place to park the car.

Yudhistira had to drive around to find an empty parking lot because almost all the places were filled with the students' cars, who had arrived early.

"Less in the morning we leave. So do not go to the parking lot, nih," he murmured while walking around while circulating his gaze.

"You guys put it down in front of the multi-purpose building there, yes, let's not go too far on foot," he bargained later.

"So, Mas Yudhis would like to park the car where?" maira asked, starting to worry.

"Easy. In front of the rainbow cafe there, also nothing. Coincidentally, who has a cafe of my friends," Yudhistira replied while pointing to the cafe which was located quite far from the multipurpose building, across the street.

Yudhistira then directed the speed of his car, returning to the multipurpose building he had passed.

"Mas Yudhis is far, dong, his way here." Maira looked at Yudhistira through the reflection of the rearview mirror.

"Sister Mela accompanied Mas Yudhis, let it not feel that the road is far away. 'Kan, if you go alone again, the heavy thing will feel light" said Iqbal.

"Isn't that so, Brother Mai?" he continued, looking back, staring at his two cousins alternately. The young man smiled with a grin.

Maida, who already had a lover, nodded in agreement. "That's really. Even running around ten rounds will not feel tired" he said, then chuckled.

"Devil, ten rounds. One round, KO!" maira Sahut.

Yudhishthira, who heard the conversation of the three brothers, smiled.

Yudhistira's car then stopped, right in front of the mixed-use building.

"Yuk, Brother Mai, we're down!" bring Iqbal.

"Sister Mela so accompany her handsome Mas, right?" Iqbal looked back, before opening the door on his left side.

"No, ah. I'll be late. Just step back, come in," Maira refused.

"Yes, Dik. I am alone, nothing" said Yudhistira.

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From that day on, Yudhistira and Maira's relationship grew closer because the young man with long hair who now looks a little neat, always picking up and dropping off Daddy's youngest daughter Rehan.

Yudhistira was trying to change and establish himself, to be with a beautiful girl who that night accidentally hit her car.

It's just that the habit of Yudhistira who still likes to do wild racing, has not been completely eliminated.

The handsome young man still likes to go out at night to join his motorcycle gang and create unrest for residents who are in the area where their path makes it a wild race.

"Mas Yudhis, still likes wild races, huh?" maira asked when the girl had just arrived at the house of the Bhishma family, about to deliver a cake made by the mommy for her oma Yudhistira.

Yudhistira who just came out of the garage while guiding his sports bike, was surprised by the sudden presence of Maira, nights like this.

Yes, the time has shown eight o'clock at night when Maira visits. The distance of the house is close, making the beautiful girl did not mind when the mother asked her to deliver a cake for her oman Yudhistira.

The young man who had been wearing a leather jacket, torn jeans and his hair was left in that mess, became his own misdeeds.

"Dik Mela's. How come you're not telling me if you want to come here?" yudhistira asked, scratching his non-itchy head.

The young man in pure white was embarrassed, his demeaning appearance as it was now seen by Maira. He then removed the leather jacket and combed his long hair with his fingers.

"Maira wasn't long, really, Mas. Just want to nganter this, told mommy," Maira replied as she pointed at the cake box she brought.

"Oma's there, isn't she, Mas?" tanyanya.

"There-there. Come on, come on in!" take Yudhistira.

"Mela can be alone, really, Mom! Please if Mas Yudhis wants to race!" reject Maira who has lately been used to visit the Bisma residence because told her mommy, seems to not like to see Yudhistira still doing wild racing.

'Astaghfirullah .. Why am I talking to you, same to him? Who is he? Mas Yudhis, right, free to do whatever he wants?' monologue Maira, in silence.

Yes, even though the two of them were very close, but until this moment Yudhistira had not dared to reveal his heart.

"No, really, brother. I'm not going away" replied Yudhistira.

The girl then immediately entered the magnificent house of the Bhishma family, followed by Yudhistira who seemed confused to say something.

"Sir Mela, can we talk for a minute?"

Maira only glanced at Yudhishthira, but gave no answer at all. 'Mas Yudhis, what are you talking about, huh?'

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