The Playboy's
Chapter 23. Rancid Guys

It turned out that Irya was walking quite far from the brawl location. Irya chose a road that is not crowded enough to find a shortcut to go home. When walking far enough because running away from the pursuit of the energy police Irya was quite drained. The man sat down on the side of the road to rest for a while.

From a distance Nesha crossed with Angga. The motorbike he drove was quite relaxed so that Nesha could see whatever was on the side of the road quite clearly.

"Eh that's how rich his face is that perverted playboy guy huh ? But his face on that bengep-bengep so." Nesha muttered from a distance.

When Nesha passed right near Irya, their eyes met each other until Nesha passed, they were still sitting. As she got further away, Nesha no longer looked at the girl back to the front because Angga invited her to chat. While Irya was still staring at Nesha who passed by in conjunction with Angga.

"That's the SPG girl who is on campus with Danar right ? Rich, yes I'm not wrong he's boning the same guy who ngaku his best friend." Irya muttered in a monologue.

"The time of rich friends is everywhere the bonds of both rich people are dating only."

Irya cuddled around looking for public transportation or taxis that passed but the second pesky did not pass since earlier. Irya had to contact Danar to ask for help picking her up on the side of the road. Luckily Danar was no longer in college this afternoon.

Waiting almost 30 minutes finally Danar came to pick up using his favorite car. Irya who was sitting on the roadside like a bum then stood entering Danar's car.

"Why else Lo ? His face was so rich." Danar noticed Irya's face before gasping her car to walk.

"It's usually high school." Irya said casually but occasionally the handsome face grimaced due to bruises on her lips was quite felt when her mouth twitched.

"Cih. Elo it's old Ir must his Lo already college boy. Until when is Lo's behavior still rich little boy like this huh ?!" Didn't finish Danar's thought with Irya's behavior.

"Udah lah dan make now Lo diem first. My mouth hurts to talk. Lo anterin I'm home."

"No, I have to go to the cafe first, I'm anterin back." Say Danar with his flat face. Irya's behavior is always as good as her behavior.

On the way two friends just fell silent there was no talk. Irya chose silence because her face would hurt if she moved a lot especially the part of her mouth that was very painful because the corner of her lips was bruised due to a blow and torn blood. While Danar lazily had to argue with his best friend for advising Irya which is very difficult to tell.

Before long Danar's car arrived at the cafe de'Maha. This afternoon looks quiet and will be crowded in the afternoon until night, it can be predicted by Danar. Young people will hang out more at times like that.

"Lo want to come down no, I'm quite long in the dalem must check the same report employee check." Danar asked before opening the door of his car.

"Gue is going with you. Where is the mask ?" Irya asked, she wanted to cover her face so as not to look battered when entering the cafe. It can be a spectacle for cafe visitors if not covered.

"Ck. Search on his rich dashboard is still there. All over the back there's a hat if you want to wear." Although upset Danar is always attention with Irya. If angry Danar can not really hate Irya. Irya is the only friend who also always understands the state of Danar and is there for Danar although lately Irya is more difficult.

Finished wearing the mask and hat Irya opened the car door and followed Danar's footsteps into the Cafe. Some employees who cross paths with Danar must always greet him as the owner of the Cafe. Danar though impressed cuek but he still returned the greetings of his cafe employees even though not too friendly.

Some were staring at Danar and Irya just that they were unable to see Irya's face which was almost covered with a mask and a hat. The two friends went into Danar's room.

"Change your clothes first Ir, I want to check the report."

Irya passed into Danar's private room, cleaned her body and changed her clothes. They do often exchange clothes but more often Irya who wears Danar clothes.

"Nesha. Enter Nesha."

"Yes Dan... Why do these same drugs compress ? You hurt ?" Nesha asked curiously because there were no visible wounds on Danar's face but Nesha did not know it might be on other parts of Danar's body so she asked her.

"Not not me, but for my friend." Nesha had already put her on the table and was preparing to come out when someone came out of Danar's private room.

Nesha is shocked by Irya's arrival in Danar's room. "Nes, help treat her face, I have to go down first check the groceries in the storage building. Is it okay ?" Danar asked with a bit of hesitation.

"Emm. i-iiya it's okay." Nesha said with a small nod and hesitated.

Danar came out of his room to the food storage warehouse. The man who has been provided with the responsibility of managing the cafe business is really managing his business seriously. The provisions given by his parents will not be wasted.

Nesha looked at Irya's face, apparently the man she saw on the roadside earlier was Irya. The girl approached the sofa and sat there. Irya was still standing in front of the door of Danar's private room. Nesha prepared the medicines she used later to treat Irya's facial injuries. Not making a sound to make Irya sit, she just quietly waited for Irya to sit on the sofa but also did not visit the man sitting.

"Sit down or treat your own wounds. I still have a lot of work outside." Finally Nesha opened the conversation because she could not wait for Irya who just kept quiet while she had to go back to work. It was a pity to waste time waiting for Irya.

Irya finally sat next to Nesha without a sound. The girl without a friendly smile as in the cafe visitors turned her body towards Irya. Cleansing Irya's wounds using her prepared medicines.

"Shhhh..." Rintih Irya as Nesha cleans with alcohol on the injured face. Give red medicine and plaster on other small wounds. Nesha slightly glanced at Irya then moved even more gently in applying alcohol.

Nesha then compresses the corners of Irya's bruised and slightly swollen lips and cheekbones. Unwilling to ask what reason was it that made the man hurt Nesha continued to perform her duties. From that moment despite enduring the pain Irya continued to pay attention to Nesha's face sometimes their gazes met occasionally even if only one or two seconds. The strange look Irya gave and was caught by Nesha and could not make Nesha.

"Shhh aww... Slowly dong is sick." Irya's moaning as Nesha presses too strongly on her compress. Nesha just glanced at Irya flatly. "Heh.cowok the rancid can feel pain too." Spontaneous Nesha said that sentence, apparently her irritation towards Irya still imprinted in her heart even still there is a sense of hatred when staring at this man in front of her.

"What do you mean ? I'm here if I'm not willing to help myself." Irya gets upset called a rancid guy by Nesha. A moment later Nesha pressed the compress firmly venting her frustration at Irya.

"Sh aww !! You're looking for my same problem huh ? How rough you are being a girl." Irya grew emotional and upset.

Nesha stood up from her seat and threw the small towel used to compress Irya into Irya's lap. "Compress your own face." Nesha's footsteps had just stepped once suddenly her hand was pulled by Irya.

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