MY LOVELY, SAHARA
Chapter 8 - Secret admirer

"Where do you want to wear it? This, this what is this?" Sinta shows three dresses to the Sahara's face, while Rian waits on the guest sofa down chatting with Sinta's father.

Sahara gawks, "should that be rich huh? Honestly, I've never worn an open shoulder shirt let alone this, ahh!" Sahara pointed at the thin shoulder strap, a strap no larger than her bra strap.

"O m g's... Ask me to be embarrassed, not to be confused. Moreover, it's Devon's birthday," he exclaimed nervously.

"Once, Sahara! this lo don't be so innocent why, I'm a girl to the gemes!"

"What is more closed? At least the rope is not rich," protest Sahara. Not to appreciate his best friend. It's just, wearing sexy clothes like that doesn't look like her.

"For a while, a lot of it but there's his arm. Let me look for a color that is a little bright so that it matches your white skin."

"But!" Sahara throbbing.

Sinta chuckles, "gue suspects that you are the offspring of a rich CEO of novels, maybe not anyway!"

"It's getting more and more kids!" Sahara throbbing.

"Not ngaco, try to see yourself and your face deh. Who knows, right?"

"Udah ah, no way! Most of the time, anyways from orok I'm the same mother of the orphanage."

"Well, the mother of the house is the key, who knows everything! Including your real parents," cried Sinta.

"Here we meet!" exclaim Sinta shows a model of a peach color V neck dress with lace accents in the legan section. Suitable for Sahara dipake with plain-plain gemesin type will definitely look beautiful bin kalem.

Sahara said she went to the dressing room in Sinta's room.

"It's really pretty in her dress" Sahara praised as she turned her body in front of the mirror.

While downstairs, Rian repeatedly stared at the stairs hoping that Sinta and Sahara would come down immediately.

However, it had been almost an hour and the master had not yet revealed the trunk of his nose.

"Please, Rian! girls if dance like long, especially Sinta tuh!" kelakar Sinta's father while chuckling.

"Haha yes, Om! But it's okay, the most patient guy ngadepin girl," Rian reply accompanied by laughter.

The two chuckled, not long after Sinta and Sahara came down.

"Pamit yq, Om!" rian and Sahara say hello.

Even with Sinta, "awhile doang, Dad. Just a touch of face," he shouted to their laughter.

Rian's Jazzy car drove towards the star restaurant that will be the venue for the event. Not a rich kid-style event, just a meal together and cut a cake for Devon and his classmates including Sahara, Sinta and Rian.

"Hay," said Devon directly to the Sahara.

"Cieeeee, ahem, suittt..." All of them there tease Devon and the Sahara.

Deg.

For some reason, suddenly the heart of the Sahara is shrouded in guilt.

"Sorry Cakra," inwardly.

Sahara felt awkward and clumsy especially Devon pulled her hand to sit nearby.

"Let alone, Devon has long been secretly admiring the Sahara" whispered Rian.

"Like me who always amazed you," he continued right in Sinta's ear.

"Ish..." Sinta smiled shyly.

"Happy birthday to Devon!" exciting Sahara.

"Sorry, I don't bring gifts," his great-grandson further charmed the handsome young man.

"You just came with me, thank you!" exciting Devon.

Sahara just nodded, she sat down and greeted all the friends there. In addition to beautiful, Sahara is also easy to get along even though it is not from the upper class. All the friends seemed to accept his presence, it became a fortune that the Sahara should be grateful for.

"What's your chakra again?" her inner self as Devon continued to stare at her while smiling so sweetly. Again, the Sahara thinks of Cakra.

"Lo why daydream" whispered Sinta who sat to the left of the Sahara, while Devon was to the right.

"Mules," replied the Sahara of origin.

"Eat sambel continues anyway, so can not be invited to compromise. Want me to get to the toilet?" ask Sinta who takes the Sahara seriously.

"No, not good with Devon."

The event began, from singing, cutting cakes, and photo sessions together.

"Photoin I'm with Sahara, both!" pinta Devon on cameraman.

Deg.

The Sahara is increasingly uncomfortable, but it cannot resist.

He just smiled in response.

"One... Two... Three..."

Checkered

Checkered

Czechs,

Several times the cameraman aimed at the pose of the two of them, even Devon's hand had hugged the Sahara's shoulder without hesitation.

Again the Sahara has no power to refuse even though it is actually in the heart very uncomfortable.

"Ck! Why I'm not comfortable with Devon. Why is it only Cakra, the guy who makes me feel comfortable," the inner Sahara screamed in frustration.

"I post ya, have an instastory?" ask Devon.

"Nothing" replied the Sahara as it is.

The night was getting late, they finally dispersed themselves.

When Devon offers to drive Sahara, the girl emboldens to refuse.

"Sorry, I like to be angry when I go home with a guy!" Alibi Sahara and Devon understood.

"Okay, next time let's go together."

Sahara nodded, she went home with Sinta and Rian.

***

Cakra was increasingly riled up especially when his mother insisted on divorce with the Papa even though Lendra had apologized and even tried to fix everything. Lately, he has only focused on accompanying and helping Kinanti face everything including the divorce trial.

Lendra and Kinanti are just the mediation stage, but it makes Cakra more moody through the day.

"Well, would you like to apologize Papa?" ask Cakra tonight. He wanted to get his heart out who knew Kinanti had changed his mind.

"Cakra, you're all grown up. Mama thought, you should know that in the household it needs a lot of things. It is not just forgiving and forgiving. Your father not only cheated, but also played a hand." Kinanti smiled, perhaps her divorce with Lendra would incise a wound in Cakra's heart. However, Kinanti also understood that the destruction of her parents' household would make Cakra more cautious in the future.

"Yes, Ma."

"Tomorrow can you help mama on the expedition, right? Send the package to the parlor?" ask Kinanti.

"Ah, yes Ma is ready." Cakra nodded, he almost forgot about the Sahara because he thought about his parents' problems lately.

In the midst of the dimness of the central space lamp, Cakra pensively thought of a way. How did he contact the Sahara? I miss being more and more tormented by her feelings.

"Hayo think what?" kinanti exclamation seeing her son daydreaming.

"Hehe, anu Ma. Kok suddenly became a miss of the home yes," he replied cengengesan.

"Ehm, we just want two months not there. Kangen home what kangen bidadimara parlour, "tease Kinanti and managed to make Cakra chuckle slowly.

"Kangen Sahara, Ma!" cakra answered and then fled into the room.