Mr. Antagonists
Four

...°HAPPY ENDING°...

Alma was pensive in her room staring at the mattress wrapped in a panda-patterned bed sheet. He really did not expect to meet with important figures at once like yesterday.

Especially about Harley the second lead. What surprised him was since when did Harley have children?!

All he knew in Harley's novel was that he was single even though he was 25 years old. The man remains single waiting for the female protagonist.

But why is it like this?

Hazel.

Is he really Harley's son?

But if you recall his face is almost similar to Harley. Is Hazel Harley's son? So has the novel changed?

Alma pulled the stress hair, she kept thinking about it. Especially considering the offer submitted by Harley yesterday was very disturbing his composure.

Flashbacks

" Miss Lyora, I want to apologize for my son's behavior. In return you can ask for anything you want. But before that, I want to offer you something." Harley-hazel's father instantly revealed what he was going to talk about.

" Offer?" Alma. The girl had never thought of dealing with this powerful person of the dinovel.

" Yes, I'd like to recruit you to be Hazel's nanny. You take it easy, I'll pay you a high value."

Alma was transfixed, she instantly blinked resuscitatedly.

" Nanny? You mean babby sitter?" Harley nodded confirming Alma's existence. Alma laughed a little.

" I'm sorry before, sir, but I have no talent in that." Alma. Harley looked ordinary as if she knew it was going to happen. " Miss take it easy, the servants here will give guidance to the lady."

Alma felt dumb to talk, she shook her head again. "I can't. I work and I still go to school."

" For that, miss there is no need to worry. I will pay 3 times your salary. And the school problem, miss can be home schooling."

Alma knew one thing.

THIS MAN DID NOT ALLOW HER TO REFUSE!

It sucks!

Alma paused for a moment, thinking about what she had to do in order to be detached from the man.

" Anu... Can I talk to you first?" Harley leaned her body against the chair and raised her eyebrows.

" Please."

" You said, I can ask for whatever I want, right?" The man did not answer but nodded.

" Can I ask you something?"

" Say." Alma smiled slightly. " I want to reject your offer."

" Ten-what?" Harley looked at Alma with a peek. It seems like this girl he can't face. " Well, but the offer will continue until you agree."

Alma just smiled broadly. " absolutely. But I don't think it's going to happen."

Harley growled in annoyance, this girl is right.

" Oh yeah, I just wanted to say. You don't have to sign me like this, I can play with hazel. But not to be her nanny," After saying that, Alma walked out of the room.

Harley pulled out her hair, her eyes glistening at something with her lips looking smirked.

" Hm, interesting."

Of

Brakkk

Prang

Alma gasped in surprise, she immediately woke up and came out of her room near the kitchen. Seen Sagara was kneeling while picking up a broken glass.

" Gosh!" The screech. Alma immediately approached and pulled Sagara away.

" Don't pick up, you could get hurt. Let me just!"

Deftly Alma took a broom and began to clean the glass fragments. Sagara leaned his body on the dining table and watched Alma.

After finishing, Alma approached Sagara with his trademark smile.

" Mister is not papa?" Sagara replied with a sledgehammer, he watched the child of his servant.

" Why?" Confused Alma who was noticed earlier. "That kid... Who?" Ask Sagara in doubt.

Alma gasped at the question, her eyes trembling in panic. " I-that's.anu.not-me-" Sagara snorted as Alma rode.

" Lupain! You better make me eat. I'm laper," Alma nodded, she immediately looked at the refrigerator. He looked back at Sagara with doubt.

" What do you want to eat?" Ask Alma. Sagara who had just sat in the chair and opened his phone glanced at him before he looked back at the phone. " Whatever!"

" Dh, like a girl." Inner Alma launched her sneer.

...***...

Half an hour with cooking utensils, finally the food is ready. Warm rice, chicken soy sauce with fried tofu, tempeh and sambal matah. Alma hopes Sagara likes it.

" Snoon." Pinta Sagara's. Alma scratched her nape awkwardly. Sagara knitted his brows. " Where?" Ask again impatiently.

" Em, it's better to eat with your hands. Let's be more delicious." Alma's Proposal. Sagara deepened the wrinkles on his forehead. " Hand pack? Lo kidding?!" Cynic Sagara.

In the heart of alma uttered the curse and also the curse on Sagara. Since when did that guy get so annoying?

And again mentang mentang sultan's son, Sagara never eat with his hands?

" Yes, let me practice." Alma. Without asking for permission, Alma sat in front of Sagara who was now looking at him sharply. Ignoring Sagara, Alma takes the plate and takes the rice along with the side dish.

" Let's eat, won't die anyway."

One bribe, man,

Two mouthfuls, please,

Three bribes, please,

And continue to bribe until the plate is finished there is nothing left. Alma chuckled at Sagara who was so enjoying his food. He took the rice and added it to Sagara's plate.

Sagara stopped eating, it made Alma look at him scared. " I want the chant again" said Sagara raised a big smile on Alma's face

Alma obeyed him and looked at Sagara who was so greedy in his opinion.

Sagara makes a special sound of satiety. He was a little embarrassed when stared intensely by Alma. " Looking at you, it seems you are quite satisfied with my cooking." Said Alma smiling waiting for praise from Sagara.

" Hm, that's fine."

Alma throttled because the character in front of him so upholds self-esteem and always prestige it. He nodded and stood up intending to clean up the former meal.

" Ekhem, tomorrow morning please prepare provisions for me."

Alma's hand that was about to take the plate stopped. "Excluded?" Sagara grunting. " Yes, why?"

Alma blinks innocently." Don't you like it when my mom prepares supplies for you?" Sagara cleared his throat covering up his nervousness.

" G-gue wants Lo to make it! And again I told you to stop talking formally like that."

Sagara turned around leaving Alma who was staring at him flatly.

" Dh, son of Dugong."

...***...

Dor dor dor

Alma opened her eyes which felt very close. He yawned and rubbed his eyes still sleepy.

" Ck, who the hell?" Rasped Alma. He now realized it seemed to be out of light due to the dark conditions.

Dor dor dor

" just a minute!" His shouting. He felt the feel of the place around him to lead ya walk towards the door.

After opening the door, he opened the door to his room. How surprised Alma when he arrived hit by a hug. He almost screamed, but was restrained because he knew who the perpetrator was.

" To-please... I'm afraid of the dark." Alma's hand that wanted to hit it stopped. He let out a heavy sigh, then took off his embrace.

" A-don't!" Panic Sagara. Alma kept forcing him to come off. Even in the dark, he could see faint faces of fear with tears in the corner of the teenager's eyes.

" Sit here!" Alma led him to sit on the bed. Willing to rise but Sagara's hand held him. "Where? Don't stay with me?!" As much as possible Alma endured her patience.

" I take the phone first," Sagara finally let go of his hand.

But Alma forgot where she kept her phone, finally she opened the drawer and picked up the candle. After turning on the candle he walked towards Sagara who had been silent.

" Now!"

Sagara is not flinching.

" This, take it. I'm not dark either." Said Alma thrusting the candle. But Sagara remained silent, it was frustrating.

He was very sleepy because he had just fallen asleep. She was also tired from having just finished her PR.

" I want to sleep here." Sagara's great-grandson looked down.

" Huh?" Alma could not hear him clearly.

" I want to sleep here." Alma scratched her ears in fear of hearing wrong.

" Lo, want to sleep here?" Ask Alma. Sagara nodded twice.

" It's narrow here." Alma tried to reason. But he did not expect Sagara to answer quickly. " I don't care."

Alma.

" Yaudah, you can sleep here." Alma. He kept the candles and picked up a pillow and a blanket. Sagara panicked, he immediately restrained Alma who was about to come out.

" Where are you going?"

Alma was astonished, "want to sleep, why else?" Sagara.

" I mean, I want to sleep with Lo." Alma bengong's. "Heh?! Lo sane? Crazy one! I don't want to!" Pekik Alma was shocked.

He did not expect Sagara to be like this.

It seemed like he had to stay away from this man to reduce the bad things that would happen in the future.

" No! I mean, accompany me to sleep. I can't sleep in the dark." Said Sagara slowly.

Alma.

He remembers Sagara had a dark phobia, why did he forget about it?

" Yaudah, Lo sleeps. I'll wait here, until you sleep." Sagara looked up at Alma who looked sleepy. He quickly laid down his body and clasped Alma's hand.

" Don't let go before I go to sleep, huh?" Alma nodded. He looked at Sagar who started breathing regularly.

His right hand stretched out rubbing the dense mane. "Why is Lo so sad?" Mumbled Alma.

" I want to protect you from all that bad fate." Lirih Alma stared at the perfect sculpture in front of him.

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