Receiving Love of a Handsome Transvestite
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Their breath is still stingy, because they feel the hot game that makes their passions continue to be driven.

Alya felt very tired, hugging Rian with her eyes closed. While Rian can only look at the screen of his mobile phone, to edit the photos of Alya he took without permission.

Actually Rian was also very tired, but because of their schedule later that night, Rian was forced to endure his drowsiness by distracting him.

“Send,” muttered Rian, who has finished editing Alya's photos with cute and unique stickers.

The ringing of Alya's mobile phone suddenly sounded, making Rian surprised to hear it.

Someone has tried to contact Alya, with the number already stored in Alya's cell phone contact.

Rian glanced at Alya who was still in his arms, clad in only a piece of cloth.

Alya looked so tired, that she did not move a bit from within Rian's arms.

‘Alya sleeping. Who called him, huh?’ rian wondered.

With high curiosity, he took Alya's phone, which was on the nightstand next to the bed.

He looked at the screen of Alya's mobile phone, and immediately rounded to see the name listed there.

Morgan with a red heart emoticon, it's there.

His eyes grew increasingly stifled with an annoyed feeling. The nose of the fireworks, annoyed to see the name of Morgan accompanied by emoticons of the heart.

Rian is burning jealous again with Morgan.

What's more, Alya, who has saved Morgan's mobile number, uses an emoticon that makes her feel jealous.

He saw his contact again on Alya's mobile phone. There, his name is not at all a heart emoticon.

Plain, nothing. Just a name.

It made Rian feel turbulent, and won his current ego.

‘He why can save Morgan number using love, while my number ...’ Rian could not continue his thoughts on Alya.

Slowly, Rian broke away from Alya. He stepped out of the room, wearing a plain white sleeping coat.

Rian sat on the sofa of their apartment, while still looking at the screen of Alya's mobile phone.

The phone rings a second time. The same, Morgan had contacted him.

With his anger still on hold, Rian received a call from him.

“Halo, Alya? Why all day I chat never bales, I never pick up the phone? You're mad at me, Al?” morgan asked, without giving Rian a chance to speak.

“Udah talk?” rian asked, suddenly making Morgan slurred because he heard a voice that he was very familiar with.

‘Rian!’ squeal Morgan in the heart, who feels dead fleas facing off against Rian at this time.

“Why do you accept it? Where's Alya?” asked Morgan ketus, Rian smiled his smile, as if it felt funny to hear a question from Morgan.

“Mana Alya? Where is Alya?” rian asked back, making Morgan feel a little furious to hear it.

They channel their emotions, because they feel they have a purpose to do so.

Rian did not want Morgan to contact Alya again, while Morgan did have to talk to Alya at this time.

“No need to beat around the bush, where is Alya?!” screeched at Morgan, Rian let out a long sigh, trying to contain his anger.

‘Patience, he's not here. I'm also free to be angry, because I can't hit here, Rian's inner’, who is still trying to suppress his anger in the face of Morgan.

“Don't waste my time, you transvestite don't know yourself!” snapped Morgan, suddenly making Rian look surprised to hear it.

His entire body seemed to tremble, hearing Morgan say such a bad thing to him. He was eager to ask this again, so that he was sure that he did not hear wrong.

“A-what do you say?” rian asked, trying to reinforce his words, which sounded already very trembling.

“Gue no time for ladyboy ladenin not know yourself like lo!” snapped at Morgan, which made Rian growl in shock.

His hands and feet trembled, as he did not expect Morgan to know his true identity as a transvestite.

Several times he let out a long sigh, trying to make his heart firm.

‘Where did he know about this?!’ inward Rian, who felt very confused by what he had to do in front of him.

“Mana Alya?” ask Morgan again.

Just by hearing his voice alone, Rian was already unable to. He felt very embarrassed, and immediately ended his call with Morgan.

His body was still trembling, his hair was squeezed with hands that could not clench anymore, so drained of the energy he had.

Intentions wanted to scold Morgan, but he was no longer able to do so.

‘How is this? Why would he know? Where does he know?’ inner Rian, who felt very confused and also worried about this state.

Rian is afraid that everything Morgan knows will be a barrier for Alya, to achieve her dream of becoming a famous artist.

Just now he was about to undergo a third project with Alya, but it seems he does not want it. He wants to disappear from the face of the earth, so he does not want to be a barrier for Alya in achieving his career.

Sweat fell, soaking the floor of the apartment he was currently stepping on. He is nervous, lest others know the truth.

‘Do not let anyone hinder the path of Alya, to achieve his dream,’ Inner Rian, who tried hard to think of a way out of this problem.

Rian tried to step towards the refrigerator, to pick up a cold drink, to simply calm his feelings. He could not think, so afraid this would spread from the talk of Morgan, who did not like it.

He was also afraid that this would be used as a weapon, to blackmail himself and Alya, so that they could not be together again.

“Don't until it happens! I won't let him do it!” muttered Rian, who was feeling very upset, and almost wanted to break the glass he was holding.

He swallowed the water in the glass with trembling hands. He could hardly even refute the glass properly.

The water was flowing, soothing his already dry throat from feeling very worried about this state.

He put the glass back. His body was limp, walking unsteadily towards Alya's room back.

Not yet to Alya's room, Rian was already limp. His body sagged down, so limp he with this situation that occurred.

Unexpectedly, Morgan was very quick to know his true identity. Rian could not guess, from whom Morgan knew all that.

‘Ya Lord ...’ Rian constantly sighed, so unable to think he was for now.

The thought is always guessing, ‘Does Morgan have a family, who knows my past? Wh who? Does a guy like him have a family that's in the same village as me? Where possible,’ her inner.

Rian continued to sigh, so tight his breath was, not believing Morgan who already knew it.

'Why this? Why is there such a plot? What if Alya's career is destroyed, just because of this problem? Just because he was close and in a relationship with a transvestite? Where's Alya's face?' rian's inner self again, which had involuntarily become an inner pressure for him.

Hurriedly he brushed everything aside, and felt he had to forget it for Alya's sake.

Rian smirked considering the incident earlier, “Don't .. He wants to tell Alya, about this?” he murmured, wondering for himself about the unknown.

“You know what?”