Throne and Virgin Treasures (True Playboy Seeking Wife)
Mirza Daniar Alamsyah

Mirza Daniar Alamsyah, a tall and athletic young man, walks through the campus parking area with confidence. Apparently, he had just finished his class and was about to go home soon.

The bluish-eyed young man's steps stopped, when someone called his name. He looked towards the source of the voice and sure enough, a blonde girl was seen running towards Mirza.

"Oh, Za. I'm tired of chasing you," said the girl with gasps.

"What's wrong?" ask Mirza coldly.

"Za, take me to the boutique, will you?" pinta the girl. "Gue wants to buy a dress for your birthday, Za," she curled up spoiledly.

"Lu can go alone, right?" reject Mirza, still with a cold expression.

"Za, how come you are now that way, anyway," whined the girl.

"Cellin, we have nothing to do now! So, please .. stay away from me!" Mirza.

"Gue can't, Za. I've tried it, but I really can't move on from you." Cellin's getting sulky.

Mirza let out a rough breath. "Whatever! For me, there is no relationship between us anymore!" concluded Mirza, who immediately spurred the move to leave Cellin.

Not the name Cellin, if the girl whose hair is colored blonde it stops chasing the most handsome and famous guy on campus. The beautiful girl ran small, following Mirza's long steps.

"Za, I know I'm wrong, Za. I promise to fix myself, Za. But, please .. Give me a chance." Cellin continued sulking while following Mirza's long steps.

Mirza was forced to stop and turn her back to face Cellin. "Listen Cellin! I'm messy and often walk with a lot of girls, but to me honor is everything!" mirza is full of emphasis.

"Lu's a girl, Cellin. You should be able to take care of yourself, you! Not even willingly giving your body to men, as you did back then!" Mirza stared at Cellin.

"Za, that's what I did because I love you, Za," Cellin countered in self-defense.

"After all, I'll just offer you a kiss, Za. Not much more than that, is it?" The blonde girl who turned out to be one of Mirza's ex-girlfriends still justifies her actions.

"Ck ...." Mirza clucked in annoyance and smiled cynically. "From just kissing, then groping others and then curious to feel. What's that, a thing you take for granted, Cellin?" Mirza tilted her face, looking at Cellin with an intimidating look.

Cellin was silent, he admitted he was wrong to have considered Mirza like most men who, if poked with rannum lips, would immediately be tempted and devoured to the end.

Mirza is different and Cellin only realizes, after almost three months they are dating. Cellin recalled, for three months Mirza was never holding her hand when walking.

"Okay, Cellin. I have to go, I still have business," said Mirza who made Cellin's daydreams disappear instantly.

The girl in pure white could only stare at the sturdy back of Mirza who was moving away. 'Mirza will no longer be able to reach me, that young man is truly special. Stupidly I, who had wasted the opportunity and was careless by lowering my own pride, muttered Cellin inwardly, who then immediately turned around and returned to the campus area.

Mirza, meanwhile, continues to spur steps toward the car. Just now the dashing young man was about to enter his metallic black sports car, again heard the name Mirza called. The son of a wealthy businessman, Rehan Alamsyah turned to the source of the voice.

Two beautiful girls in hijab walked up to Mirza.

"Za, you want to go back now?" ask one of the beautiful girls, who was wearing a maroon-red pasmina hijab.

"Yes, Lila. Daddy told me to go to his office. You're gonna go home with Nezia and bang Attar, okay?" reply Mirza to Lila, her best friend.

Lila nodded. "OK, be careful on the road, Za," Lila's message to her best friend who wants to get back in the car. "Greet daddy" he added, smiling.

Mirza nodded and smiled sweetly but only at Lila. While on the other girl, Mirza looks indifferent.

"Mirza, wait!" prevent girls who hijab small flowers motifs.

Mirza seemed reluctant, but was still willing to wait. "What's wrong?" ask Mirza flat.

"Za, I'm sorry, huh? I-I'm khilaf," he said softly while looking down embarrassed.

Mirza just put her shoulder out.

"You want to, don't you, I'm sorry, Za?" push the sweet girl.

"Gue's forgotten everything, Ra. So, there's nothing else you need to worry about me. Just regret what you've done and going forward, correct your attitude!" Mirza got into the car, without waiting for Tiara to react.

The roar of Mirza's luxury sports car is getting further away, leaving Lila and Tiara still standing looking at each other.

"Ra, what did Mirza mean?" ask Lila curious.

Lila frowned.

"Gue kissed Mirza on the cheek, as she drove me home," continued Tiara, who was looking down.

"Astaghfirullah, Ra .. Why are you that close?" regret Lila who was surprised to hear the confession of his senior friend. "You guys, haven't you been together long?" lila asked in astonishment.

"We're girls, Ra? We have to be smart to take care of ourselves and not even offer ourselves?" Lila advised her best friend, who seemed to want to cry.

Tiara nodded. "Yes, La. I also regretted it and promised never to repeat it again" Tiara promised herself solemnly. The girl really deeply regretted her actions towards Mirza.

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In an office building owned by RPA Group, Mirza has just parked a car in a special parking lot. The tall young man rushed into the lobby, which the security guard greeted with a friendly smile.

"Good day, Young Master," the security guard greeted him with a respectful nod.

"Corn, Sir. Daddy's there, right?" reply and ask Mirza.

"There, master Ilham and his son, were also inside" the security guard replied that afternoon.

Mirza nodded and smiled. "I go in first, sir," said Mirza, who then immediately headed for the director's special elevator.

As soon as the button was pushed, the elevator door opened and Mirza rushed into the iron box. Before long, the elevator stopped on the highest floor Mirza was on.

After the elevator doors opened, the young man in pure white headed straight for the chief executive officer's room.

Mirza knocked on the door once and opened it as usual.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said Mirza, greeting the residents in the special room of the president director.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," reply all who are there.

"Sorry, Dad. Mirza was late, there was a little revision with the guidance lecturer," explained Mirza as she greeted the daddy.

"Hem, sit down, Bang," said the middle-aged man with great authority.

Mirza greeted the four others who were there before she sat down.

"Don't know why daddy called here?" asked the daddy while looking intently at Mirza.

Mirza who had just sat on the sofa and was next to Iqbal, her cousin, let out a long sigh. "It's because of those girls again, isn't it, Dad?"

_____ connect _____

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