
As usual, Gala slept on her study couch. The incident a moment ago made the man furious with himself. The wall clock has shown twelve o'clock past ten minutes. The atmosphere of Gala's room seemed silent. Gala tried to close his eyes but he could not sleep.
Gala decided to get out of her room and was about to work out the night in the gym room located on the third floor, in a different room. While passing through the bed, he found Yara sleeping on her back with a novel on her stomach. He grabbed the AC remote and reduced the cold temperature in the room.
Gala took off her top clothes while her bottom clothes only wore plain black boxers. He started warming up for fifteen minutes. Shortly after, his body began to sweat bit by bit. He grabbed a barbell weighing one hundred and twenty kilos of grams and began to lift it.
Gala's breath began to pant. His face was covered with sweat. Not only the face, his body was already flooded with sweat, and it increasingly made his appearance look sexy and dazzling. Gala stared at her body on the mirror wall of the gym room. He moved both hands and looked at the small veins that started to appear from behind his skin.
After being satisfied to stare at his body, he began to hang his body on a pole that has a cross in the middle that is devoted to training and strengthening the muscles of the arms, back and shoulders. It is one of the secrets Gala looks youthful, fresh and fit. The older the appearance is more masculine and cool so that it can captivate every heart of women who look at it.
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Activity resumed as the sun began to rise from the contest. That morning, Yara woke up at six in the morning. He cleaned his body and then put on clothes in the dressing room. The girl plans to visit the graves of her parents because last night she dreamed of Ray and Elyora.
Yara peeked in Gala's study, and found the man sleeping on the sofa. He looked at the golden-colored clock that circled his smooth wrist. "It's almost seven o'clock when Om Gala hasn't woken up yet? Tumben once," he murmured.
The girl grabbed her phone and typed something. Apparently he sent a message to Gala number via Whatsapp message. After that, Yara exited the room and headed for the car garage located on the first floor beside the mansion.
"Good morning sir" he said to a middle-aged man who was wiping the car.
"Good morning Miss."
"Sir, can I borrow one car?"
"Why borrowed, this will all have Miss's family," smilingly looked at Yara.
"No. More like having my husband."
The middle-aged man who had the name Satya scratched the nape of his neck by looking at Yara confusedly. "Yes, it's the same, miss," he murmured softly.
"Sir, can I use that car?" designate an orange car with the logo of a prancing horse. Yara was interested in using the car because it was bright in color, the same as her heart was so bright.
"It's very fine, Miss. Just a minute, I'll get ready."
"Good."
While waiting for Mr. Satya to prepare the car, Yara stood in front of the garage by playing her mobile phone. Shortly after, Mr. Satya approached him with an orange super car that he had taken out of the car garage.
"Sir, actually I'm not too good at driving a car this early. But I'll try it. I like something challenging," chuckles softly.
"Wad. Danger Non. Or let me just drive Miss?" tawar Pak Satya's.
"No need, sir. I can be alone. I'll be careful."
With a doubtful and hesitant heart, Mr. Satya got out of the car and handed the car to Yara. "Miss careful. Just for information, this car is Mr. Zian's favorite car."
Yara glared while swallowing her coarse salivation. "Papa Zian's favorite car?" tanyanya back.
"Yes Miss."
"Why didn't you say that before" looked panicked.
"But I'm interested in this car. Can I borrow it? It won't be long, just visit my parents' graves and go straight back to the mansion" Yara explained.
Mr. Satya is still hesitant to agree. Because he also does not want to accept the tantrum of the Great Lord if his favorite car is scuffed. But on the other hand, he also did not feel good about refusing the request of Miss Muda.
"Sir, I'll go first. It won't be long."
Vrem .. vrem ..
Yara plays the gas pedal to make Pak Satya aware of his daydream and find that Yara has gone from before him.
"Miss ... Come back safely!" his yell. "Go back with a whole body and a smooth car," he said again, bowing his head.
Yara smiled as she drove the Ferrari-branded supercar. He drove it very carefully. Occasionally he plays the gas pedal so that the engine makes an aggressive roar so that the driver's adrenaline ripples.
"Wihh crazy! Cool with begete!" celtuk Yara's. Like a hick who just got in the car for the first time, that's how Yara behaves.
It didn't take long, Yara arrived at the Lincoln family's grave. Previously, he did not forget to also buy some fresh roses to be placed in the tomb of his extended family. Not only Ray and Elyora, but his grandfather and some of his ancestors who have long since passed away.
"Dad, Mother .... I came" she said, putting two bouquets of fresh roses in each of her late parents' pusara close together.
Yara stared fixedly at the pusara of her late parents. His roar looked as crisp as something was blazing within him. "Mother," rubbed Elyora's navel. "Mother knows no, lately my heart seems strange. My mood changes sometimes. What's up, huh? Ohya ... The thing that often makes me feel crazy is the presence of Om Gala. I was actually very upset with her, but upset in another sense. I am confused to explain it to you too. Anyway I'm upset if Om Gala doesn't notice me! But I'm also upset that Om Gala is meddling in my affairs too much. Weird right? The point is, I want to say thank you because Father and Mother have left me with the right person and I am happy with that. I was a little angry at you guys at first! You can match me to an old man of your age. But the more I got there, the more comfortable I got with the old man. I don't know... I also have never felt how to love and how to be loved by a lover. Mother's father, yes already. I'll be back sometime. You see, I'm just Papa Zian's car minjem. Huhah! I'm really too brave. But my curiosity is higher than fear. Yes, I'm saying yes."
After finishing pouring out all the contents of his heart in front of the graves of his parents, Yara went and went to another navel owned by his great-grandfather and put a bouquet of fresh roses there. Not to forget also he conveyed a few words as an expression of prayer for his ancestors who had gone home first to the Empyers of life.
Yara immediately headed for the car and started the engine. Still with hick behavior, he drove the car. Like earlier, he also played the gas pedal so that the roar of the engine was heard again and made his heart slashed by the dapper tone of the sultan's car. "Huaa! Alasarrr!" curiously, amazed.
While Yara was turning the wheel, she stared at her front rearview. He saw a white car in the back of his vehicle. "What's wrong with her?! Was he drunk on this sunny morning?"
Suddenly the white car was blocking it so immediately he stepped on the brakes so fast that it almost made his forehead hit at the wheel of the car. "Ohhhhh!" panicked shouting. "God! What's the matter? W-why is that car suddenly facing me?"
A beautiful woman, with a proportional body shape, wearing sexy clothes that showed smooth thighs and legs, came down from the car in white. The girl immediately approached Yara, who was still in the car.
Tok tok ...
The woman knocked on the car glass. "Open!" cursed, rough.
Yara was shocked. He slowly lowered the car window and looked at the woman. To Yara the figure of the woman standing beside her car seemed familiar to her. I seem to know this woman. His inner.
"Hey who are you?! What's the new deposit again?!" the woman who turned out to be Anya.
Yara was surprised. He opened the sunglasses he was wearing. "What do you mean?!"
Deg!!
Anya was surprised not overshadowed. "W-you?" wavement.
To be continued ...
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