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Sara tried to focus on driving her car even though Arga teased her earlier. He blames his mouth that can not be controlled, talk carelessly to be discovered if he saw Arga last night from the balcony of his room.

Damnit... Sara was unceasingly cursing from her heart but even so, she was also very curious because Arga always smiled when she saw the message on her phone. Sara just wanted to know who sent the message to make Arga smile.

Sara's not jealous, no.... He was just curious to know.

"Turn to the right." pinta Arga.

Sara frowned not understandingly, "Why should you turn right isn't the direction of your house to the left?" wonder Sara who currently wants to take Arga home.

"No-no... You must come with me so as not to misunderstand me." said Arga, "Let me drive." pinta Arga took off her seat belt and prepared to move to the wheel.

Inevitably Sara complies, she gets out of the car and moves into Arga's seat.

No matter where Arga would take him, Sara also did not know, he just obeyed.

Now that Arga is driving, Sara just keeps quiet and watches where Arga will take her away. Sara felt that the road that Arga passed was like heading towards the night club that He came to when he moved to the House of Wira. And sure enough, Arga's car stopped in front of the nightclub which was still closed because it was still daytime.

"Why are we here?" sara asked as Arga removed her seat belt to get out of the car.

"We have to meet someone." Arga replied and released Sara's seat belt.

"Win' to who?" sara still doesn't understand.

"Here you go, just follow me." said Arga who was finally embraced by Sara.

Sara walks into the club following Arga. At first they walk alone but finally Arga holds Sara's hand and again Sara just silently according, no protest at all.

"La..." Call Arga to a bartender who's making drinks data.

"Ngapain Lo here? She who?" gala asked the bartender friend of Arga, staring at Sara who was still held by Arga's hand.

"My girl!" balas Arga's.

Sara clucked, She wanted to protest but was afraid to embarrass Arga.

"Eh errat, my future wife" said Arga.

Gala laughed, "When did you have plans to get married?" gala said she did not believe Arga's words.

"Seriously, he's jealous every time you send a message to me because I always smile" said Arga and this time Sara did not accept Arga's confession even though it is honestly true. Not jealous, Sara was just curious.

"Well why did Lo bring it here, you should have seen my chat" Gala said.

Arga smiled, "I don't think, do I?" muttered Arga picked up her phone and opened a message from Gala.

"Nih try to read, guaranteed to make you laugh" said Arga reached out his phone to Sara.

At first Sara did not want to but because she was curious to finally receive Arga's phone. Sara read one by one the messages sent by Gala and she smiled because Arga and Gala were very funny.

"Udah right? Not misunderstanding anymore?" arga asked after seeing Sara smile and returned Arga's phone.

"I don't misunderstand who's misunderstood" Sara denied making Arga anxious and wanted to pinch Sara's cheek but she said because she was afraid Sara was angry.

"Basic couple bucin!" omel Gala resumed his work.

"Go home now." take Sara who was immediately embraced by Arga.

"Reverse first, bro... Ntar malem here again." said Arga who was immediately embraced by Gala.

Arga returns to hold Sara's hand, both of them get out of the club and enter Sara's car. Arga drove back to Sara's car.

"Are you there often?" ask Sara.

"Weird, why can it be the same." Sara thought she used to go to the club but even though she had never met Arga.

"My father forced me to move here first, hoping I would be the successor to the company but I often run away to make my father move here." Arga told me while he was clueless.

"So that time when you were being chased by people it wasn't the mafia?"

Arga laughed again, "Of course not, they were my father's men who were assigned to arrest me!"

Plaque plaques... Sara hit Arga's arm, "Basar sucks, so you tricked me back then!"

Arga laughed again, "I'm sorry, I had to. If it wasn't like that you wouldn't be willing to help me." said Arga.

"Of course you don't want to, you crazy son of a bitch!" sara's Nagging

Arga smiled, "In the end I was also caught when I woke up in the hotel, they forced me to take a shower and brought me to my father who turned out to meet my future wife" Arga said.

"You're overconfident, who wants to be your wife!" sara's Omel.

"You want to, you want to!"

"What if I refuse?" ask Sara.

"I will impregnate you right now so that you will marry me!" firmly Arga.

Sara crossed her arms over her chest, "Don't be crazy, I'm really not ready to get married again."

Arga let out a long sigh and pulled over his car and stopped by the roadside, "I know you're still traumatized by your ex-husband" Arga said, "But you should also know that not all men are like your ex-husband. Move on Sara, there are a lot of good guys who might make you happy" Arga added.

Sara smiled blandly, "All men must have said that at the beginning but later when women have started falling in love, they will throw away like trash!"

"I'm not like that" said Arga reassuringly.

"There is no guarantee" said Sara.

Arga pulls one of Sara's hands and puts it on her chest where Sara can feel Arga's heartbeat beating fast.

"They're like this when I'm with you" Arga said, "I'm not okay with Sara, I'm also confused as to why I should feel this for you who don't have any feelings for me." added Arga.

Sara was still silent, feeling the heartbeat of Arga who was still beating fast until he finally realized and pulled his hand from Arga's chest.

"My heart always beats like this when it's near you, it drives me crazy and it sucks!" nagging Arga on himself.

"You're blaming me?" ask Sara.

"No, I blame myself."

Arga could hear Sara's breath.

"Do you feel that too Sara?"

"Feeling your heart beating?" ask Arga curiously.

"No."

Arga reached out her hand, "I want to feel if your words are right" said Arga ready to touch Sara's chest but immediately Sara rejected Arga's hand.

"Basic bawdy!"

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