Poison of Love Arsenio
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Arsenio left the Winona family home at one in the morning. His mind is raging. It makes him feel uneasy. For most people, welcoming the engagement day must be a very happy thing. But not for an Arsenio. His life, which had been free from all rules, had to change if he had officially tied the knot with Winona. A step away, the engagement will escalate into a marriage.

“Ah,” complained Arsenio while scooping her face rough. It was in the mind of the twenty-seven-year-old man to crash the car he was driving at the time into one of the large trees growing by the roadside. In Arsenio's mind, if he is damaged then of course the engagement event that has been arranged neatly will inevitably have to be postponed or even canceled. However, not yet the crazy idea was implemented, the phone he stored in a special place attached to the dashboard beside the steering wheel rang. There is the name of the mother as the caller. “Halo,” say after touching green icon.

“Sen, are you going home?” There was a soft, sweet voice that belonged to Aggraini.

“Ma, please, I'm not a child anymore. I'm twenty-seven years old. I will go home wherever I want,” replied Arsenio slightly ketus, although he regretted it a few seconds later. “Sorry, Mom. I'm just tired. I shouldn't have taken that out on my mom. Let me rest in the apartment tonight. We'll meet in the ballroom tomorrow afternoon. I will change clothes there,” he continued with a much smoother intonation.

“It's okay, Son. Mama understood,” Anggraini replied in a lethargic voice. "Mama's just worried about you, because you haven't been telling me all day." After saying so, Anggraini fell silent.

“Ma,” call Arsenio a while later, before actually ending the call. She felt bad for the woman who gave birth to her.

“Ya, son?” sahut Anggraini fast. To be honest he hopes that Arsenio will return home, then talk to him from heart to heart before the big event tomorrow.

“Did mom really love me?” asked Arsenio suddenly.

“What kind of question is that? Of course mama loves you very much, son,” Anggraini replied firmly.

“Then do you care if I live my life happily or not? Did you care, when I decided to enter the business world at a very young age as a form of responsibility as the oldest child, that's when I pawned my happiness and freedom? Do you know, if I have to look perfect in front of the media with a smile growing, no matter how devastated I was then?” cecar Arsenio again.

“There is a price to pay for all, son. Your father used to also experience what you feel,” said Anggraini, trying to be wise.

“Is papa also forced to marry mama?” Arsenio did not intend to stop with all the questions.

“No, son. Me and your papa .. We did love each other from the beginning, but please don't compare our condition with you at this time. You ...”

“Thank you for the explanation, ma. See you tomorrow afternoon,” just cut Arsenio when the mother has not finished her sentence.

“You don't plan to run, ‘kan?” ask Anggraini.

“I'm not a coward, ma. Take it easy, because I will not run,” closed Arsenio while ending her phone connection. He refocused on the empty streets in front of him. The twenty-seven-year-old man's determination was already unanimous to return to the apartment. After parking the car in the parking area of his residence, Arsenio hurriedly stepped into the elevator and pressed the button that led to the top floor. That's where Arsenio's apartment is located, in the apartment building's shop.

Arriving at the door of the apartment, Arsenio was silent for a moment before entering. His concern returned to Binar who still did not know his whereabouts. A moment later, Arsenio let out a short breath, then entered the spacious, luxurious room. He rushed into the room. Without changing clothes, Arsenio threw her body on the bed and closed her eyes.

Time passed without feeling. The day changed so quickly. The morning crawled and quickly passed, so that the evening finally came. In another corner of the capital, a young girl looked so agitated. He kept pacing around in the room while repeatedly rubbing his palms together. Last afternoon, she had already passed her first day as an impromptu model. Luckily, he was able to run the exercise well and smoothly.

But that's not what makes him feel anxious. A Chand Fawwaz Gunadya, who has made her feel unwary, for forcing a girl who is none other than Binar to be willing to pretend to be a lover last night. Binar never dated, so she didn't know what to do when she pretended to be a couple. As for rejecting the desire of a man who has done much for him, Binar seemed to have no heart.

“Mal? Why aren't you getting ready? Which dress do you want to choose?” chand asked shortly after stepping into his sister's apartment. He's been neat with a white shirt and a gray blazer. Chand looked so handsome that evening. Binar was even stunned and admired the beautiful figure before his eyes for a while.

“Mal?” call Chand while clapping his hands in front of the face of Binar who is still glued.

“Kak, my stomach is heartburn. I do not know how to act as a lover,” replied Binar after his consciousness returned.

“Gosh! Why do you have to think that far, Mal? I won't ask you to do anything. Enough to come with me. You can hold my hand and smile. That's it,” explained Chand while holding back a laugh. How much he was amused by the girl's innocent behavior.

“So?” beautiful eyes Rounded sparkle.

“So, what are you waiting for? We're too late. While I've made an appointment with my sister's subscription salon to dress you up.” Chand immediately pulls up Binar's arm and takes him to the room. In the room, she opened the closet wide, then took one dress in a hanger that she thought was best suited for Binar. “Come!” Chand pulls Binar's hand back and invites him out.

“Kak, wait! Hp-ku!” Binar let go of his hand, then grabbed the new phone that was lying just like that on the table.

“Tas my backpack how?” the girl recalled the bag containing some money she had brought from Bali.

“Just put it in the closet, then lock!” answer Chand.

Without wasting any time, Binar immediately did what Chand suggested, then hurriedly followed the handsome man's steps towards the parking lot. At full speed, Chand drove his car to a luxury salon not far from the apartment complex. After a short chat with the salon owner, Chand said goodbye to Binar. “I stay first yes, Mal. I have to go back to the ballroom and make sure the show goes well. When you're done, just call. I'll pick you up soon,” the message while leaving the salon in a hurry.

Binar stood clumsy in the middle of the room that looked luxurious and sparkling, while watching Chand until it disappeared from his view.

“Excuse me, Brother. Can we start?” The owner of the salon who had talked with Chand earlier, patted Binar's shoulder slowly. He also called two of his men to come closer.

“Ah. Uh. Yes, it can." Binar nodded nervously while tightly grasping the phone in her chest. He resigned when several young women directed him to a soft chair and told him to sit there. The young women surrounded him. There are those who hold the hair of Binar, some who touch the toenails. Binar who does not know what to do, just shut up and try to enjoy the special service.

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While waiting mbok Binar nyala, read this one cool story, yuk.