Titian Love Nadia
Mysterious Men

It has become a habit lately, Rasya parked his car in front of his father's office lobby. Then the security guard at the gate of the office will continue to park his car to the parking basement. Rasya headed straight for his room.

Rasya threw his ass on his throne. On the table in front of him was already a stack of files that he had to check and sign. However, those files now did not interest him at all. He was more interested in the phone given by Doddy earlier while at Planet Resto.

However, eventually in order to reduce the burden on his shoulders, he finally postponed his desire to open the phone given by his best friend, Doddy. The phone that he said contained the results of the entire hack of the contents of Celine's phone.

Rasya began to struggle with reports and files that he had to learn and sign. Until Linda, Pak Baskoro's secretary came into his room, adding a few more files.

"Does Mas Rasya not need a secretary?" linda asked, seeing that her cousin did not have a secretary, and she felt tired of having to go back and forth from the 13th floor to the 7th floor every day.

Rasya stopped his action and turned his gaze towards Linda. "No" he answered briefly. "If my lecture schedule is active as before, I will also rarely be able to go to this office" he added.

"Mas Rasya has no pity on Om Baskoro?" sergeant Linda.

"Well, how else? I don't feel good sitting in this chair. My schedule was on campus until night, because there was a weekend extension class," Rasya put his shoulder out. "Later Rayan will replace my position. Later you ask Rayan only if he has started working," concluded Rasya. He resumed his work. Linda could only keep quiet with Rasya's decision.

"Mas Rasya has lunch?" ask Linda.

"It was, just before coming here," Rasya replied without switching from his job.

"If so I say I want to have lunch first yes, Mas," said Linda.

"Please, Linda," Rasya said. Then back to work.

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"Mas Rayan will pick me up at home! all bring the book," ask Prima on Rayan when on the perpus.

Rayan frowned. "I thought I'd take the book to Nadia's boarding house. You don't have your own motor?" ask Rayan.

"I'm afraid that if I go home with my own motorbike, the intention is to ask Mas Rayan anterin to come home," said Prima grinning the horse showing a row of white teeth.

"So I have to wait for you to finish doing the donk job," said Rayan.

"Not to wait, not anything, Mas. I'll send a WA chat later," said Prima.

"After that," said Rayan.

Rayan and Prima then approached Nadia and Radit who were sitting in the reading room.

"Udah, Nad. Don't borrow much of the book. Later Mas Rayan will bring a book to your boarding place, really," said Prima to prevent Nadia.

"I returned the book first to the shelf," said Nadia pointing to the collision of books before her.

The four of them came out of the library room together, Nadia stepped parallel to Radit, while Prima with Rayan.

"Nadia, where are you going? I'll drop off to your boarding house" stop Radit as Nadia continues to walk towards the gate as they reach the front of the parking area.

Nadia. "Thank you, Dit. No need, deket kok," he refused and then returned to step foot.

"That's a stubborn girl anyway," Radit grumbled.

Nadia was still walking until in front of the gate, Prima drove her bike slowly approached Nadia. "I am first, Nad. I'll see you tonight," she said.

"Yes, Prima," said Nadia.

After Prima passed, behind her was Rayan. "Good fun to walk, Nadia," he said as he passed away following Prima.

However, Radit stopped his bike beside Nadia, "Let's ride! I just want to know your boarding place, so that it won't be stray tonight" he ordered.

Nadia also according to, he climbed on the boncengan Radit motorbike. 3 minutes later the motorbike stopped in front of the house Nadia boarding. "This is my boarding house, now you know, right? If you want to play later tonight with Prima Sama Mas Rayan. Now I want to rest" said Nadia.

"Ready, Boss!" sahut Radit who then took his motorbike left Nadia who was still sculpting alone.

Nadia immediately opened the door of the house along with her greeting, then dragged her steps towards her room and threw her body on her bed. Suddenly the shadow of Rasya's face was present in his eye pelup. "Aragh!" Nadia opened her eyes again trying to brush off the shadow.

"It can't be, I don't want to be an actor" he grumbled to himself.

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In the afternoon Rasya returned to his parents' house at almost 6. He climbed the stairs straight to his room. As he opened the door, he glanced at the door of his private library room. Curiosity prompted him to step into the room.

"Rayan? What are you doing?" ask someone who is rummaging through books in his personal library.

"Eh, Mum. I want to borrow a book, "Rayan replied.

Rasya scrunched his forehead in wonder. Are their majors different? "Make what?" tanyakanya.

"Prima and Nadia want to borrow to make a paper" he replied.

"Oo," Rasya just ria go straight to the door to get out.

"Just o doang?" rayan gumam. "Mas!" call him.

"Mas don't want to nitip something what's it for Nadia?" Rayan Goda.

"Well, who am I?" ask Rasya back.

"It's the lecturer, he's your student, Mas use tanya," Rayan said.

"Yes, I tipped the book you held for him," Rasya followed his sister's joke without arguing much he was tired of wanting to straighten his back immediately.

"Make it given to him or just dipinjemin?" Uh, Rayan's still not done yet.

"As far as you are" he said indifferently and left immediately.

Arriving at the room, Rasya immediately threw his body on his queen-size springbed. "Nadia," he muttered immediately to the dreamland.

Orange increasingly blushing at the horizon of twilight, the dim light looks shady replacing the golden lightning that began to dim. Sparrows chirp back to their nests, greeted by their young waiting for their mother to bring food. Angon artisans also herded their cattle into cages.

Nadia was standing on the balcony of a villa overlooking the lake with lotus plants growing wild in front of her. In the distance, there is a stretch of hills with green tea gardens and spacious. Nadia inhaled deep still clear air that afternoon, a cool atmosphere that is different 180° with Jakarta. Also in his birthplace, although in the village but the air feels hot.

"Honey," a heavy voice called from inside the villa, footsteps approached and put a sweater on Nadia's shoulder. A pair of burly hands had suddenly coiled around his stomach. "Nearly Maghrib, come on in! it's not good we're outside" whispered the man right in Nadia's ear.

"I still want to see the sun sink, Mas. In a minute!" nadia pleaded.

"Yes, just wait here for a while," said the man finally relented, but did not change the position of his hand. "Do you like it, honey?" tanyakanya.

Nadia nodded, "Like," she said sincerely turning to the man with a charming smile.

Three minutes later the orange sun began to hide behind the lazuardi. Promise to rise again tomorrow with a bright face, giving hope as every creature inhabitant of the earth.

"A yes, my dear? Already Maghrib," invite the man who has been faithful to wait for his beloved heart to enjoy the sun until it sinks.

Nadia nodded, suddenly she felt her body drift. "Mas, I can walk by myself!" his yell.

"Shut up! Don't scream!" exclaim the mysterious man with a voice no less high.

The man brought Nadia into the room in the villa. Room that seems intentionally decorated for a pair of newlyweds. On a queen size mattress with pink sheets and red rose petals on it. The man laid Nadia down gently on the bed. Then he lay down beside her. Kissing the girl's forehead and face with affection.

"Mas, we have not yet prayed Maghrib loh," Nadia tried to remind.

"A moment, we're not going to do that" said the man. Nadia closed her eyes, but when the man was about to resume his activities. Suddenly,

Tok tok tok tok

There were repeated knocking on the door.

"Nadia! Nad?" the voice of a woman called out Nadia's name from outside the room.

When Nadia opened her eyes, the room Nadia was in turned dim.

"So it looks like it's home, why hasn't the room light been turned on yet?" the woman who turned out to be Mbak Rumi, the owner of the house where Nadia's boarding house was monologued. "Nadia! Nad's? you're in the room, right?" back he called.

"Yes, Ma'am," said Nadia in a hoarse voice, she was still adjusting to the state of her room. "Mbak Rumi interfered with the pleasures of the people alone dech," he grumbled.

"Wake, Nad! It is not good when Maghrib is used for sleep," said Rumi again.

Nadia got up, stepped up to press the switch. Now the room is bright. Then open the door. "Sorry, Ma'am. I fell asleep" he said.

"Have been waiting for Devi and the others to buy rice, you want to come or want to nitip?" ask Rumi.

"Ikut dech, but I pray maghrib first yes," said Nadia.

"Yes, pray first. Don't be in a hurry, just relax" said Mbak Rumi.

"Yes, Ma'am," said Nadia who immediately went to the bathroom to take ablution water.

Rumi's mother stepped onto the terrace, where the children of the hostess were gathered and joking.

"Where, Ma'am? Nadia wants a nitip?" ask Devi.

"You come along he said, he asked to wait for a while to pray maghrib first," replied Rumi.

While she finished praying, Nadia recalled her dream. "Who is that man? His face was close, but not so clear. However, his voice was like I knew him" he murmured.

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TB