Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Already Just

Early morning at 01:23

When Sofia finished washing the dishes used by Atmanegara eating.

The old man was still sitting on the dining chair with a serious fashion look like a stupa.

Sofia occasionally glanced, confused what to say. Since the father began to eat until this moment still diem-diem bae.

His face that cuek bin plate even make Sofia salting.

Want to talk, doi still eat. Diem aja Sofia the cengo.

Crazy booo. The hour hand feels long.

Sofia wiped her hands and was confused to sit back or go straight into the room.

Is it polite if you just stay?

Damn Vio's not out either. Sofia cursed in her heart. He glanced at the door of Violin's room.

"Not to be glared, the boy won't come out." Atmanegara's voice, he muttered while watching his phone.

Sofia scratched her head. I don't want him to sit down anymore.

"Want to stay here or go home?" Sofia tried stale bases.

"You're upset with me?" sahut Atmanegara is relaxed but squeaky.

"Eh, not gituuu..." Kaaann picked the wrong topic. Sofia cursed her stupidity.

Atmanegara glanced at Sofia.

"You sit here until I get home."

"What time is it, Om?"

"Are you really upset, huh?"

"Hehehe..."

"When did you last see Antonio?"

Sofia immediately kissed when her father's name glided beautifully without sin from the mouth of Atmanegara.

His eyes dimmed, he looked down sad.

"When do we keep hiding? They must miss you."

Sofia bit her lip.

Oh my goodness, at this hour sir, the topic is light? Sofi felt like flying a white flag.

"Daniel's business is 90 percent done. I make sure of that."

Amazingly Atmanegara is talking about the problem of heavy gini feeling cake again eating shrimp crackers. Light weight without load. As if this was a minor problem for him. Once the flick is done.

Sofia looked at Atmanegara. It's not as easy as turning the palm for him.

"Of..."

"Hmm?"

"If there's anything I can do to repay your kindness..."

Atmanegara looked at Sofia. He is indeed the type of person who receives all forms of return for the good he has ever done.

As a businessman, he has nothing to lose.

But not for now. Someday, I don't know when, he will need people like Sofia.

People who are more than grateful to him. Will all Atmanegara rocks.

But it cannot be denied also if this help is more Antonio asked. They are quite close as business partners and the relationship is harmoniously intertwined to date.

Antonio relies on the big name Atmanegara.

Also because Sofia and Pam are close friends of Violin.

"See your parents and apologize."

"That's it." Atmanegara again.

Not that Sofia did not dare to meet her mother's father, but she already had no face.

She's ashamed.

Daniel, the man in the defendant is dead. Even willing to defy his parents turned out to be just ba jing an breng sek. Just like what his mother said.

Maybe this is called karma.

Sofia sighed.

"There's nothing else, Om? I'm not ready to meet them." Sofia tried to negotiate.

Atmanegara turned his gaze from the cellphone screen, just staring directly into the bead of the widow's eyes in front of him.

"What do you want?" cold hissing.

Sofia's book immediately brushed.

***

"Why are you avoiding?" Rion looked at Pamela in frustration.

They were sitting opposite each other in a Japanese restaurant.

On the table was already complete with the food they ordered. More Rion chose the menu.

Pam just shut up. It really is not appetite. His chest was full of arrogance.

"I want to stop. Let's stop this." Trouble Pam pressed her voice so as not to shout loudly.

Even though they are in the private room, still if the scream will be heard outside.

"We never started, bee. What do you want to stop?"

"Our closeness, I don't like relationships like this."

"We are both interested, equally in need. Where's wrong?"

"The fault is that my heart is starting to get selfish. I want you more than this unclear relationship. And you obviously just want my body. I can't. Please take care of all this."

Pam revealed her heart clearly. It needs clarity, period.

"No, I don't want to. I can't. Please bee..." The first time Rion pleaded before a woman.

Hair disheveled. The tie is no longer broken. He looks pathetic.

Pamela gaas. What a hard thing to say, please stay. I'm already in love with you.

And Pam will kneel down in front of this arrogant man.

Beres.

But Rion makes it even more complicated.

"I can't commit, Pam. Please understand."

"I'm also not a trashy woman you're free to sleep with at will. I understand you can't commit, eat it I want to stop."

"I don't want to." said Rion stubbornly. He wanted Pam but not with a commitment.

"Whatever!" Pam's decision is unanimous. He didn't want to be in this vicious circle for too long.

The banner had taught him enough and he would no longer be sick for the umpteenth time.

Pam grabs her bag and leaves gracefully to leave Rion.

Rion stuck to the table. His eyes closed with anger. Both of his hands clenched tightly. Then...

Praaaannggg...

Restaurant customers looked at each other and then turned their eyes to find the origin of the rowdy sound. They wanted to know who the madman who had just slammed the expensive table was.

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