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Dave turned his head towards the source of the voice while still grasping Deva's wrist.

"Why did you get here, Ra?" Dave asked curiously.

Deva forcibly removes Dave's hand. His breathing was heavy and deep. It felt like Deva was running as far away from this situation as possible. The tightness of his chest. His feelings were suddenly very unpleasant. Don't know why?

"You know who I am, don't you? But for more gentleness, let's get acquainted. I'm Dira, Dave's official fiancee. I saw you the day Dave and I got engaged. But apparently, you're out leaving the show." The woman extended her hand. His gaze and speech were equally firm and emphasis-filled.

Deva strengthens himself in the heart. Returning Dira's eyes, she reached out without hesitation.

"Deva... I don't need to explain anything, do I? What you saw just now, you can ask your own fiancee. Nice to meet you, Dira. Hope your relationship is going well."

The two women both threw smiles full of falsehood. Not the sincerity that is given. Highlight Deva's eyes and compact dira imply a wound.

"Why are you here, Ra?" Dave mediates both. Putting up in front of Deva, as if to protect the woman he loved so much from the possibility of Dira's rampage.

"I happen to be here. Mom asked to buy food. I saw your car, but I called, instead you reject. I have a right not to like it, right? I'm your fiancee, Dav. Likes not like-accepting not-that's the reality." Dira's voice sounded softer as he spoke to Dave.

Deva grabs her phone, then opens an online transportation app. He didn't want to be stuck any longer between Dave and Dira who were at odds.

"Ra, I brought Deva. You deserve not to like. But one thing you should know. You asked your parents to match you with me. You want this engagement to happen. If you forget, I will remind you. I love Deva. It's reality. I don't like to not want to." Dave flipped Dira's words out loud.

Deva walked away, covering her earlobes tightly with both palms. Realizing that Deva is avoiding him, Dave immediately runs after the woman.

"Dave ... stop! You must remember, Dave! Your father, it's not really safe until we get married!"

Dira's screams stopped Dave's move. The man turned his body. "We'll talk later, Ra. Please, don't keep pushing me. Don't make me any closer to you."

Dave went back to chasing Deva, the woman continued to walk down the edge of the highway still by covering her earlobes. I don't know where his feet are going. Deva continued walking with a roar of tears flowing quite profusely. Regretting his stupidity that received Dave's embrace so easily. Dave continued to follow Deva's steps while shouting a call. But his voice was not heard or ignored by Deva at all.

Dira flinching. He's still in the same position. Her tears also shed. Not having pain, having also turned out to be more painful.

"Dave, why don't you recognize me at all? Did I ever catch your attention?" lirih Dira's.

With a gontai step, Dira went back into his car. He had an intention to buy food. Dira drives his vehicle leaving the resto parking area.

On the other hand, Dave had already managed to hold Deva's wrist. No matter so many road users who make them spectacle materials.

"Don't make me feel like a snatch for someone's fiancee, Bang. Please let me go home alone." Deva kept trying to pull her hand out of Dave's grasp. The more forced, the more pain he felt. Because Dave was so possessive of clutching him.

"Don't be like this, Bee. If you want to be alone, then at home. It's already night. Let me drive you." Dave kept pushy.

"Stop, Bang! Why do you have so much heart for me? What do you really want? Dira you have to go after, Bang, not me!" Deva began to raise her voice.

Increasingly, pedestrians and some other road users are slowing down their vehicles a bit, with some even stopping to watch Dave and Deva debate.

"Go home, Mas ... Ma'am .. settled in bed." Another one shouted.

The sound of the horn was getting louder and quieter. The vehicle behind was already impatiently wanting to quickly move forward.

"Bee, please! We're home!"

Dave moves his eyeballs into the street, as if to tell Deva they're a source of congestion. Deva doesn't care, she keeps trying to pull her hand from Dave.

"Okay, if this is what you want. Let everyone who passes by know and understand. Let us be ashamed. Whatever happens, face to face with anyone, I'll protect you, Bee. My parents can decide who I marry, but they won't be able to arrange my love for whom." Dave raised his voice, pulling Deva's body closer to his.

Deva's cry grew increasingly unstoppable, her shoulders trembled up and down due to her sobbing. What else can Deva say now. Dave was pretty reckless.

From a row of cars that are stuck in traffic, one of the drivers bows his head through the window of his car.

"What the hell is it, Bang?" ask the driver who is none other than God.

"There's a couple fighting, Bang." The hawker replied while offering his wares by holding out a bottle of cold drink to the Gods. In exchange, the Gods gave a piece of twenty thousand dollars to the merchant.

God glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard of his car. It's been almost five minutes that the car hasn't moved at all. Though the area through this, should not be an area prone to congestion.

"Who is fighting the roadside? Why not fight at home. If the bin is cute, I will embrace it later too. No brain, no sense. Stay sling, bekep bitikit use mouth. The neck of the diamond-painted necklace is sure." God pulled his car over the shoulder of the road. Then get out of his car and walk forward near the source of the traffic jam.

The god squinted his eyes, as soon as he saw the two people fighting, pulled out a hand with words that made him slightly astonished.

"The deva? Cook it, anyway?" The eyes of the Gods are accommodating to the maximum. Afraid he'd misunderstand people.

The god hastened his footsteps. Within five meters, his eyes could catch the clearer the female figure that was indeed facing his side.Knowing Deva was the one who was fighting, the God's leadership soul appeared. As a good superior, he was obliged to protect his subordinates.

"Deliver!" God pulls Dave's hand from Deva's wrist by force.

"Please don't interfere, it's both of us!" dave was resolute with emotions still on hold.

Deva rubbed her wrists reddened and hurt from Dave's scars.

"Deva is my personal assistant. I have the right to protect her from anyone but her husband. If you were a real man, you shouldn't do something like this on the side of the road. Besides being inappropriate, what you're doing, really bothers other road users."

Deva just looked down, while Dave looked at the God with an unacceptable look.

"You want to go home, right? Let's take you." The god said it in a flat tone to Deva.

Just now that Deva wanted to step up to follow the Gods, Dave again held back his wrist.

"You go with me, Bee. I'll take you home. Please, this is the last one" Dave asked in a hearty tone.