
"Well, come together, right? It's drizzling." apparently drizzling creaks have started to come down, of course Zara looks panicked, the school is quiet only seen a schoolgirl who is still waiting for an invitation like her, but apparently the student had a car that picked him up, now lives alone. Forced Zara to accept the teacher's offer to go home.
"Udah! Do not think much, you will not be anything, than you are alone and rained. Even the pain knows the taste later." exclaimed Andra who is still waiting for Zara to climb on his bike. Zara also had no other choice, he went to his teacher who had been waiting for him since.
After Zara arrives Andra immediately gives Zara a helmet.
"Wear this!"
Zara also received the helmet, after which Zara immediately put it on her head, funny Zara could not lock the helmet hook, eventually she had trouble to do so.
"It's so hard yak! What a hell is it!" grunt Zara while trying to lock the helmet hook.
"What's up, Zara? it's been a long time, raining!" exclaim Andra who is ready to press his motorbike.
"Stand, Sir! It's hard, it's a helmet anyway, it's very difficult to use." Zara grumbled. Andra turned to the student, saw Zara was busy with her helmet, he was seen shaking his head looking at Zara who looks funny.
"here! Let me be Mr. Benerin." Andra immediately helped Zara to wear the helmet well and she locked the helmet hook well, suddenly their eyes met each other, I don't know why Zara and Andra couldn't take their eyes off them. There is a taste but I don't know what it is.
"Kok I deg-degan gini anyway! Mr. Andra is handsome too!"
"Zara! She's a pretty girl, actually,"
Both are in each other's hearts. Until finally the sound of the car horn surprised the two of them, Zara also looked wrong and he suddenly said to Andra.
"Ih Mr. Andra do not need to see me like that, aar Mr. can have a crush on you." immediately Andra laughed and immediately climbed on his bike.
"Udah! Don't fuck you, cepet up!" tell Andra to close the helmet glass.
"Huuuhh!"
"Hey, you want to fall off the bike? The right grip!" andra said while waiting for Zara to hold on to her waist.
"What's? Hold on to Dad's waist? Oh oh, oh, ah." Zara is seen refusing to hold on to Andra's stomach.
"Hmm .. Yes already! Later if you fall do not have to turn on Father, own wrong ngeyel!" Andra also immediately put forward his motorbike, initially Andra just drove a slow car, and, but for a long time Andra faster and firmer deeper so that Zara began to worry about herself falling because the pace of Andra's motor sport began to high. Spontaneous Zara placed her hands on the waist of her master's pack, while hiding her face on the back of her BP teacher.
Meanwhile, Andra smiled to see Zara's hand coiled around her waist, and Andra was getting faster on her bike. For a moment Zara felt clumsy as her hands clung tightly to the waist of her teacher's pack.
During the return trip, Zara was seen hugging her gym teacher tightly, so that it was not felt after a few minutes, Andra arrived in front of the luxurious house of the Zara people.
Andra slowed down the bike and Zara immediately released her hand from the waist of the teacher. After Andra's bike stopped, Zara immediately went down and opened her helmet.
"Thank you very much, sir!" said Zara while giving her helmet back to Andra.
"Yes, equally! Well you go home first." Andra said to Zara.
Zara nodded and she immediately entered the courtyard of her house, accidentally one of Zara's security was seen giving respect to Andra, as if Andra was her master. Of course Zara frowned, after Andra left, and Zara asked her house security.
"The security guard knows Mr Andra?" ask Zara seriously.
"Emm .. That's anu Non! Not that the guest is the King, it was Miss's teacher, so what's wrong I give you respect." The security guard replied nervously.
"Ohh that's why the security guard knows, yes already!" Zara immediately entered the house, while the security guard was seen shaking his head because he knew who Andra really was.
"Duhh Non-Zara does not know who Mr. Andra really is!" the guard was smiling.
...CONNECT ...