Selfish
Selfish: 36

Just now Zian was about to lay Arin's body on the sofa, suddenly the owner woke up and immediately pencak silat like he was fighting the enemy. Zian gawked while Rima shook his head slowly, knowing very well how Arin behaved if his sleep was disturbed would definitely act, like this for example.

"Ciyatttt, hiyaa, hiyaa!!! Here's my opponent!! Ciyatt!!"

"Arin, stop!! You're not ashamed of your behavior, are you?" Rima tried to stop before Zian went crazy because Arin's target was on the young man who was standing on the spot.

"What's? Wh why? Where's where?" Arin blinked a few times after realizing he was home and there was Zian before him. I don't know how shy Arin is right now that she obviously doesn't want to stare at Zian who seems to be laughing crazily at seeing her behavior.

"****!! What have I done?" Arin cursed himself.

"Continue sleeping in the room, sorry I woke you up. Aunty, I say retreat first, there is something I have to take care of as well, I first ya Rin," after parting, Zian did not really go home, Zian did not really go home, the sound of the roar of his car was not heard to make Arin curious, slowly he peeked out from behind the curtains and Zian's car was still parked in front of the house only his people were missing.

"Well, where's the kid? Where could he be walking home while his car is here, is it possible that his car broke down and Zian went home in a taxi? Or maybe this car he gave me, but I'm not birthday this month," Arin is busy with his crazy theories, he said, so curious Arin tried to get out of the house who knew Zian was hiding in the bushes.

Despite hesitating to meet Zian face to face after what happened earlier, Arin still held on to his position, standing in front of the door, his head wobbly looking for Zian's figure, to where his hearing senses caught the noise of the house of Dion, and the sound was familiar to his ears. Arin hurriedly ran towards Dion's residence, although there was still a feeling of resentment in him over Dion's treatment earlier this afternoon.

Arin was speechless, his mouth wide open when he saw Zian standing with a strong fist and Dion lying on the floor, his lips spitting out fresh blood, and his mouth was full of blood, and on the left side there was Agatha who kept shouting while crying asking Zian to stop because all of her was misunderstanding.

"Stop!!" shouted Arin so inviting the attention of the three, fortunately Arin's voice did not wake up to the neighbors.

"Is this all right?"

After everything calmed down, Arin asked one of them to explain what happened so that everything was clear.

"Dion, selangin! Why is Zian getting so angry?" This time Arin was firm, there was no friendship bond or anything if Arin was serious like this, all the same in Arin's eyes. Dion was still silent withstanding the pain at the corner of his lips that was incessantly bleeding, Zian's pukula was not playing games. Agatha beside Dion compressed her wounds with ice cubes.

"He misunderstood," a short, dense and clear answer, Arin sighed in annoyance.

"Yes I know Zian misunderstood, but misunderstood what problem?" Arin wants as much detail as possible. After feeling lightened from treatment, Dion began to explain the root of the problem so that Zian roared like a hungry lion.

"Partially why you bring people's children home, while at home you have no one, still profitable Zian who pergokin lo if citizens how? I was taken to KUA like him," although it looks upset, but there is a sense of jealousy that seeps in him, so much love for Dion as Agatha.

"Agatha, come home you're the same me!!" Without being able to resist, Agatha grabbed her backpack on the table and said goodbye to Arin and Dion of course, saying sorry might not be enough to pay for the torn wound on Dion's lips. Though this was all Agatha's fault, she herself wanted to stop by Dion's house, even though Dion invited her to lunch at the newly opened Resto, but her name was also drunk with love, anything Dion would do to please his girl.

Now Arin and Dion are home. Arin looked at Dion nanar, who was stared at trying to take his eyes off.

"Lo pantes dapetin it all, treat your own wounds, do not need to be spoiled," Arin took out the P3K box from the desk drawer and put it origin in front of Dion.

"What are you doing to help me?" Dion seemed reluctant to glance at the white box. Arin clucked in annoyance, although annoyed but his hand still moved to grab the P3K box earlier and took out its contents.

"Decatan napa, Rin. Am I that disgusting until you don't touch me?" Dion was aware of that, but misrepresented. Arin closed his eyes, you don't know how I feel after knowing lo like this with other women, yes I know I'm nobody to you, just a friend needed in a crucial moment, you know, that'sthat's all. But can you understand, just once if I love you more than you love Agatha, and until now I still have not found a person who can be lost from my heart, but I hope that person will not come because even though I still feel sick I still feel comfortable with my feelings to you.

"Ehh? So-sorry," Arin immediately cleans the betadine fluid with a tissue as it begins to flow slowly down.

"Lo seagrass what the hell?"

"When do you pay?"

"Hehe, tomorrow-tomorrow, relax I must be paid off."

"Lupain, just take it no need to change."

"That's why I can minjem again? I want to take Agatha to the Mall, tomorrow."

"Ngelunjak ya lo, nih eat tuh Mall," Arin pressed Dion's wound so that made the young man grimace strongly because the pain he felt was very extraordinary.

"Gue's kidding, Arin. Enough," Dion held Arin's hand, his breathing was dull. Roughly, Arin smashed Dion's hand and was about to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Africa, go home."

"Eat first, it must be lo laper."

"Tumben attention, you know I'm laper, Mama's not cooked yet," Arin sat back and looked at Dion expectantly.

"Why do you diem? Where's take me food? Was that lo nawarin?" Arin was impatient.

"Emm, so look. You can eat here as long as you cook first, the ingredients in the refrigerator are still complete, so it's up to you to cook what," Dion bit his lips restless, afraid Arin rampaged again.

"******, there's no moral, I'm sorry."

"Ohh, awww, it's very sick," Dion pretended to be in pain for Arin to share his compassion even a little bit with Dion.

"I don't know if you're lying."

"Ck, please help me with that once."

"It's been twice, I've let you." Arin snorted annoyed and went to the kitchen, Dion smiled happily, human characteristics no morals indeed.