SEDUCED IN-LAW
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Arga looked at Sara in disbelief. He deliberately bought a dress for Sara but did not expect if the black dress he bought for Sara is very fitting and suitable for use by Sara.
Sara looks very beautiful and sexy using the dress especially Sara also wears makeup, making Arga not blink to see Sara.
"It's definitely not Sara, is it!" Arga still can't believe it.
"If not Sara who? The devil?" Sara's touch with a look of annoyed face as usual.
"Satan is too beautiful, I feel you are an angel who fell from the sky" said Arga still staring at Sara without a blink.
"Basic crazy!" sara's Omel.
Wira and Vanes who were there could only laugh at Arga's words that sounded very grumpy.
"So the road? If I don't change clothes, I change!" threaten Sara.
"Eh yes so dong dear, duh fierce very my wife candidate." chirped Arga then clasped Sara's hand.
"Ga, watch out for macem macem!" threatening Vanes.
"Every sister-in-law, will be guarded and loved. Macem macemnya later if it's, ahem.. legitimate." said Arga with a grin.
"There will be a rush to catch even so it does not go away" said Wira who was finally embraced by Arga.
"Go first, Om." Arga kissed the back of the woman's hand, "Da Da mbak-in-law" Arga said as she waved her hand at Vanes.
"Ck, it's big but the behavior is still like a boy" muttered Vanes staring at Arga who had now entered the car with Sara.
"The name is also bucin again, kamy same Faris used to be that too" said Wira embrace Vanes, invite him into the house.
In the car, Arga began to drive his car away from the grounds of Wira's house. his lips continued to review the smile because he managed to invite Sara on a date.
"What kind of movie do you like?"
"Anything, just don't horror." replies Sara.
Arga was silent for a moment, He got 1 idea that would make his relationship with Sara closer. Just imagine it has made Arga smile especially if he managed to run the idea.
"Is there anything funny?" it was a wonder Sara saw Arga just keep smiling.
"No, I'm just happy because we can finally date."
Sara chuckled, "You've said that more than 100 times in a day, I'm tired of hearing it!"
"When I wish you were happy to hear it." Arga's face turned sad.
Sara shook her head, again Arga played the drama using her sad face so that she did not nag at Arga.
Sara remained silent until they reached the cinema.
"Wait here, let me buy you a ticket" said Arga, who was immediately embraced by Sara.
Sara sat in one of the waiting chairs, before she saw Arga coming with 2 tickets, 1 popcorn and 2 drinks.
"It's a pity that today there is only a horror film genre" said Arga gave 1 drink to Sara because he had difficulty carrying his glass.
"Then we go home."
Arga clucked, "I'm willing to wait in line to buy this ticket and you're taking me home? Can't you just appreciate my struggle a little?"
Sara stared at Arga's disappointed face and this time Sara felt that Arga was really disappointed in her. Sara felt bad that she had no choice but to obey Arga.
"I told you that if I don't like horror movies and you buy the tickets, you're right!" nagel Sara while walking towards the cinema where the movie will start soon.
Behind Sara, Arga cheered happily because he had successfully carried out his mission.
The new film starts a few minutes but Sara has begun to be uncomfortable because at the beginning there are many horror scenes that make Sara have to close her eyes using the palm of her hand.
Arga stretched out his arms, "Don't be afraid, I'll hold you."
Sara snorted bitterly, "No way, get your hands off my back!"
"Well, fine, if you don't." Arga pulled his hand back.
30 Minutes passed, the pop corn in Sara's hand was up and the scene was getting more horror. Sara was really scared until there was a scene that made Sara surprised until she finally embraced Arga.
Arga smiled with satisfaction as the plan worked and he immediately hid his happy expression with a dejected pura, "So you rejected me and now you hug me!"
Sara felt embarrassed and broke away from Arga, "It's all your fault, you who chose the horror genre made me unable to enjoy the film." said Sara.
Arga pulled Sara and carried her into his arms, "Be quiet, if you're noisy everyone here can nag you!"
Sara looked to her right and left, they were all staring at her at this moment.
Sara threw away her prestige, she hugged Arga again so as not to feel frightened again.
"Warm embrace of the widow." Inner Arga smiled widely, feeling happy and satisfied for successfully tricking Sara.
1 Hour and 30 minutes passed and finally the film finished airing.
Sara seemed to breathe a sigh of relief because she was finally able to get out of the cinema now.
"I don't want any more movie nontoms with you!" sara said while in the car.
"Why? Didn't you have a chance to hug me while watching a movie?"
Sara's eyes glared in disbelief, "I was forced and had no other choice!"
Arga clucked, "Honestly I don't matter either."
Sara looked at Arga this time Sara's gaze seemed intense making Arga become misbehaved, "Am I handsome?" tanya Arga hid her misdeeds.
"No, I just feel like you're taking me to a horror movie to hug you, don't you?" guess Sara was right.
"No, how could I be like that!" sangkal Arga's.
"You really can't be trusted!"
Arga smiled, "Want to eat what?"
"Whatever, just don't take me to the hotel."
Arga laughed, "All right then we'll eat here" said Arga stopping his car in front of a street-side fried rice stall.
"here?" Sara seemed unsure because she had never eaten on the side of the road.
"Although this is on the side of the road but it feels really good, let's go out." take Arga who finally obeyed by Sara.
Arga orders food while Sara stands behind Arga.
"We sat there" said Arga, taking Sara to sit in the tent.
Sara nodded but she stopped her footsteps.
"What's wrong?" asked Arga who finally followed Sara's eyes where Sara was staring at 1 man sitting on one of the chairs in the tent.
The man who was none other than Ken Sara's ex-husband smiled at Sara and then patted the bench next to her so that Sara sat next to Ken.
"We sit on the mat outside the tent." Arga pulled Sara's hand out of the tent.
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