Playboy in Love
Arthur vs Irfan

Arthur is flabbergasted to find out who came, and stops the action.

"Elo whip Fan, look at the face of elo bonyok like this, Elo do not pity what the same nyokap lo!" Dara touched Irfan's bruised face, bluish.

Irfan grimaced, while touching Dara's hand that was still attached to her face.

"Clearly to me, what happened, why you can deal with such a strange guy" said Dara, as she glared at Arthur, with a stern look.

Silent...

The four of them only looked at each other, and occasionally looked fixedly at Dara.

Making Dara's annoyance, getting bigger and peaking.

"All of you why so dumb gini,?"

"Elo two too, why no one misses them, crazy you yes, people fight even in entertainment." pointed Dara, at Damian and Seno, who look at each other, who look at each other, and scratching his head confused.

"Ok, if no one wants to explain, whatever!" said Dara annoyed, stepping away leaving those who are still silent in his place.

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"Ra, wait!" said Irfan, when Dara was about to step her feet towards the terrace of the Puspa house.

Apparently, after Dara's departure, Irfan immediately followed him.

Dara turned with her judges face, "What?!" he said, with his hands pressed.

"Gue wanted to explain about that."

"Which one?" Dara continued, still putting on a hostile face.

"Y-that was Ra, sorry I was diem, because I was still shocked, same arrival lo who suddenly."

Dara flinching.

"So, I accidentally nudged the motorcycle, because I was in a hurry."

Irfan sighed for a moment, before continuing.

"Continue?"

"Gue tried to apologize, but the cake he did not accept that."

Irfan glanced at Dara, whose face now looked calmer, and relaxed.

"He hit my bike, then hit me mercilessly, and as someone who is sane, I also do not want to give that dong, I beat back the boy."

"And, yes this is how it is, my face is a straw." said Irfan smiled wryly.

"Well, by the way, how do the rich know them?" continued Irfan.

Dara sighed, "Temens in class, at my new school!" lazy answer.

Dara's frustration with Arthur, now increasing, even unconsciously he clenched both hands.

While Irfan mangosteen, while wiping his temples that feel pained.

"Yaudah yuk, we're doing medicine inside, at Puspa's house, worried that the wound might get swollen."

After knocking on the door a few times, the owner came out, holding his beloved cat Molly.

"Eh Dara, aaa. I miss knowing that?" Replex Puspa dropped his cat, then sprang to hug Dara and shouted in excitement.

"Gue too, kangen!" Dara hugged him back.

"Who are you here?" ask Puspa.

"That!" point it at the red Matic motorbike, which is parked beautifully in the yard of his house.

"Where is the bike 2?"

"Ah elo Pus, when I forget which bike, elo I boncengin how many times neng?"

"Yes yes, I want to!" Puspa.

"Well the other one has who, but why am I rich is not foreign so yes, look at the motorbike?"

"Si Irfan!"

"Huh, that Irfan? so you were here with him." he asked full of probing.

"He's late!"

"So, where's the guy now?"

"That!" pointing at Irfan who was lying asleep behind him.

"Eh Crazy, that's your face why bang, bonyok so, abis jotos lo ya?" Puspa said, as he approached Irfan, who was like he was holding back pain, all over his body.

"Disease Pus guy, don't fight not cool!" reply while chuckling slowly.

"Wake up Fan, you can wake up by yourself, kedalem yuk,.obatin first your face!" said Dara, while trying to pull Irfan's body, to wake up.

"Tuh, I've prepared ice cubes, compress the face, so it looks a little bit in the form" said Puspa, when he saw Irfan entering his house.

While Irfan was just silent, throwing his body on the sofa, then closed his eyes, with a sitting position.

"Why is this so lo Fan,?"

"Bikin bothered people anyway lo!"

puspa continued, not wanting to stop talking.

While Dara, Slitting her eyes, gesturing to Puspa, to be quiet, and stop nagging.

Dara began to wrap the ice, using a small towel, and slowly attached it to Irfan's bruised face.

"Adudududuhh, it hurts Ra!" said Irfan while grimacing, when Dara began to attach the compress.

"Hold a little why the hell, lebay lu ah!" sambar Puspas.

"Rese lo Pus, sick tofu!"

"Sick made by yourself, delicious, rasain!" ejek Puspa's.

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Elsewhere..

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After the departure of Dara, followed by Irfan, Seno and Damian clucked.

"Crazy girls, beuuhhh. again crave aja sakep, the more I fall in love with this" said Seno, who diyakan by Damian.

"Cute starlings, Anjir!" the two chuckled together, while Arthur, several times touched the tip of his torn lips, and spat out blood.

After laughing, Damian and Seno realized that Arthur was not there.

Darting away, passing the motor at high speed.

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"That's the face why bosses, bruises so, abis rehearsal?" the obscene speech was thrown out of the mouth of a tendered man, who had known Arthur for a long time.

"Take me a glass of Vodka" he said, with no intention of answering his question.

"Ready boss!"

As soon as the message was presented, Arthur immediately gulped it in one gulp.

"Sad man!" he said, interrupted by a sense of dizziness that began to spread in his head.

As usual, a group of beautiful and sexy women, will come to tempt anyone men who visit the club.

No matter young, or old, who is important to them, can make money!

5 the woman approached Arthur, and began to stroke his cheeks and hands.

However, in his consciousness, Arthur brushed aside the 5 women.

"Don't touch my set an!" he said, then came out of the club, with a staggered body.

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So cool to chat with Puspa, Dara did not realize that the time was getting late, and almost dark.

Then, after the magrib, he decided to go home, and say goodbye to Puspa.

From the house of Puspa to the fork of the highway, he was still accompanied by Irfan behind him.

While heading to the next alley, he and Irfan separated, because it was not in the same direction.

At first Irfan insisted on taking him home, but Dara threatened, no longer want to see him, if not immediately go home and rest.

Remembering his bruised and scarred face.

When she was about to enter the alley to her elite housing, Dara accidentally saw someone she had known for a few days was sitting in front of an empty stall, which began to be quiet.

He cried out in frustration, holding his head, with both hands.

Dara, then wrestled with her own thoughts, between having to see her or not.

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