Prisoner's Wife Raka
5. Wife-to-be

...HAPPY READING...

The sunlight burns the head. The girl was walking with another student, who was also about to go home. Dinara's short hair swayed, and the wind blew. The appearance of a man in front of him made a shock, even almost dropping a book in hand. Dinara commented a faint smile as Abram waved at her. "Wanna go home?" asked Abram.

Dinara nodded in response. "Sister Abram is going home too?"

"Yes" answered Abram. Then, the two kept quiet, Dinara lowered her head, occasionally glancing at Abram's soothing face.

The man grabbed Dinara's hand, held it until it made Dinara round his eyes. "You want to start all over?" said Abram.

Dinara barely blinked, her heart racing. The netra of the man in front of him sparkled, looking out at him. Unable to speak, Dinara let go of Abram's hand. Clearly visible from Abram's face, he was disappointed even though Dinara had not answered.

His short hair was tucked behind his ears, his lips clenched in awkwardness. There is a sense of wanting to return, but also fear when the separation continues. Dinara looked up, looked at Abram, and said, "Sorry, sister, I can't."

Feeling so sinful, as sick as a Dinara's heart as he left? Abram froze, just commenting on a knotty smile. The face of such a beautiful good girl, actually always filled his mind. However, a truth is never revealed making it nil to get Dinara back.

"Excuse me, brother," said Dinara, walking away past Abram who was still sculpting.

Strange feeling. Dinara's heart is tight, removing the liquid that drips from the eye fertilizers. How did he refuse, while that person expected him to be? Dinara remembers Raka at that time, that she will get married in the near future.

Without those two people noticing, there was another party watching from a distance. She commented a thin smile, despite feeling a bit of pain from her best friend. Raka, he breezed out of the place that was used to stalk future wives.

Raka was still observing Dinara from a distance, following the girl to the parking lot. He narrowed his eyes as he saw that it looked like Dinara was in trouble.

Sure enough, when carrying a bicycle out of the parking lot, Dinara felt the tire deflated. Squatting down to check the tires of the bike, the object contained no wind in the slightest. "Looks." He breathed heavily. "Where is this?" his gerrick.

Dinara circulated his gaze, hoping for a helper to come. Once again, he took a long breath. "Totally so." The cry of someone from behind him, made Dinara turn his head quickly.

"Why?" asked the man, folding both his hands in front of his chest. Raka raised her head, revealing that perfectly engraved firm jaw. "Its ugly bike is still in use."

"Sister, if you don't want to nolongin, mending diem!" dinara Persematan. He rolled his lazy eyeball, then guided the bike to go from there.

"Where are you going?" asked Raka with a little scream. He got no answer from Dinara, the girl pretended to be deaf. Raka reviews the thin smile, there is satisfaction when disturbing Dinara.

Under the heat of the sun, he had to walk while guiding a bicycle. Dinara did not know the reason for the tire suddenly empty wind, but this morning it had been pumped by him. Bizarrely. Grumbled all the way because of Raka. It is prolonged, the annoying man appeared from behind with a motorbike.

"Girl, alone," seloroh Raka. He was riding a motorcycle right next to Dinara. But the girl tried not to care. "It's so cool, Neng."

Dinara thought by not giving her permission, the man would leave. However, apparently this is Dinara's bad day, Raka still follows. "What do you want, brother?" Dinara stopped his steps until Raka was surprised and stopped.

"Gue wants to nemenin lo," replied Raka.

"No need. You're making me even more tired!" Every word that came out of Dinara's lips was full of emphasis. He's like an angry man.

"Day your bike here! Come on, I'm anter home," said Raka.

Dinara stared fiercely at Raka, as if ready to hit her. He took a deep breath, then started to step foot again. "I can do it myself" Dinara said.

"Lo my future wife! I have a responsibility!" raka shouted, making Dinara's feet freeze.

Surprised not to play, Dinara tried to resuscitate himself. Wife-to-be? So, he already thought of it that way. Throwing his mind away, Dinara set foot again.

Dinara stomped his feet to the ground, staring intently at Raka. His favorite bicycle was forcefully carried by the man, it felt so pitiful. "Aren't you in your right mind, brother?" hardik Dinara's.

"Grove! Helped even nyolot lo!" balak Raka did not lose ketus.

"My bike is okay, it just needs to be pumped."

"Says the workshop guy, the tires have nails." Dinara rounded his eyes. "It should be left if you don't want to wait long" explained Raka.

Raka got on the bike, then ordered Dinara to come along. Forced to accept, Dinara according to her future husband.

Close distance, Dinara's thigh almost stuck with Raka's waist because of the motor. Like, fighting the unwillingness. If only he had been brave, he would have wanted to hit the man from behind. There is an overflowing hate, because his attitude is upsetting. However, Dinara admitted, Raka is the type of attention and responsible guy.

Dinara was almost drowned by her daydream as she looked at Raka from behind, but the man looked handsome. Fascinated, of course because Dinara includes charismatic male connoisseurs.

.....

Being a gathering point for young people, Cafe Swan was visited by many buyers because it was also in a strategic place. Its vast territory makes them like to linger. Lightning General's Punch (Blow General of Lightning) was playing there.

Raka-head of the LGP gang never left the association. Roi-deputy chairman becomes the most quiet when there. Not only them, there were Abram, Kray, Boi, and the other members.

There is no special talk, just play enjoy a sunny night because tomorrow is Sunday. The long-haired beauty laughed. Alya-Ma-student from nursing department. He often came together like this, even though he was not a member.

Alya laughed loudly because Kray teased him. Everyone knows that the girl likes the LGP gang leader. However, Raka did not care in the least. Women like Alya, can be obtained as easily as turning hands. Her face was beautiful, her body was tall, and her status was, it was natural to be chased by men here and there.

"Ka, same Alya, how?" chirp Kray, raise next to his brow.

Raka frowned, not understanding the man's words.

"Your mom still told you to find a boyfriend, right? Alya's girlfriend!"

Raka glanced at Alya who brushed her hair back, as if teasing Raka. Instead of being fascinated, Raka just rolled her lazy eyeballs. "Sorry, I exist" he said.

Just then, Alya widened her eyes, her lips even opened. He looked at Raka in disbelief, even the other LGP members who heard.

"Go back, you guys have fun, yeah!" said Raka while standing from her seat. Then, he picked up the key of the motor lying on the table.

"Where are you going, Ka?" shouted Abram when Raka had gone far enough, while he was watching the words of his best friend.

Prisoner's Wife Raka5. Wife-to-be

Prisoner's Wife Raka
5. Wife-to-be