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71. Playboy Satria Abhi Praya 3
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Della brought her face closer to Satria, more precisely her lips. Satria quickly understood that. She moved her hand over Della's face. Clean the hair that still covers the face, then rub the white and smooth skin. Satria is the same. He also brought his lips closer to Della.
Brak! Suddenly the door opened hard.
Della and Satria immediately stopped their movement. However, only Della turned her head towards that door.
Two large-bodied men and a middle-aged woman had just entered from that door. They were all formally dressed in black and wearing sunglasses. What the fuck are these guys? Will they be treated?
What do sunglasses mean at night?
Who are they really?
“Who are you?” della asked with her face turned to panic. All of them opened their doors without excuse. Della doesn't recognize them at all.
The three men walked stiffly with a sturdy body, with the position of the woman in front of the two men earlier.
“Master. It's time to go home,” said the middle-aged woman.
Della turned to look at Satria. Did the woman talk to Satria?
Satria's lips still did not move. However, his hand instead removed both of Della's hands from her neck. Makes Della even more wondering what's going on here.
“A-what happened?” ask Della.
Satria raised her hand. Both of his eyes glanced towards the clock circling his wrist.
“Rupanya late at night. I have to go home,” Satria said. He also woke up.
Della who was still flabbergasted woke up. “Ta-but, right, we haven't done anything,” protest Della. Even his lips have not arrived.
“It looks like you really don't know me, huh?” guess Satria.
Della's forehead frowned. Does that matter?
“Gue is not only known as Satria Abhi Praya. A man who has been rich since he was a toddler. I am best known for my principles: one day one girl. Because it's late at night, sorry, I can't finish my time with lo,” said Satria.
“If so, can we meet tomorrow?” bargain Della.
Satria glanced up. Trying to remember his schedule that is always filled with busyness.
“Sorry. Tomorrow I have an agreement with Novita,” replied Satria regretfully.
“If the day after?”
“There is a Laras who has been chasing me for two years. Poor me.”
“Then the luster again?”
“The damage is again, right, Saturday. I'm off, dong!”
Is this what a playboy career is?
“Continue when, dong? I want a date with lo” –lebit exactly want his personal island Vita.
“My queues are still many. You have to wait three more months. There are almost a hundred girls waiting for me,” reject Satria.
“Not done!” della was so upset.
Waiting three months?
What does Satria mean, Della has to get married first in order to date her?
Just making a ID is not like this.
Satria smiled cynically. Then he moved to the side and began to lift his feet from this house.
No need to cue, the three people immediately followed him. They came home in a black luxury car. Before long, the car vanished from Della's yard.
Arriving at the Satria residence, Satria immediately separated from the three people. While the three people entered the house with a welcome from Tiwi.