Trapped in Love Widower Playboy
Trapped in Love Widow Playboy. 4

One month has passed, tomorrow is Reina and Doni's wedding day. The pain that Ayara had wanted to kill many times remained standing firmly in her heart.

That silent atmosphere swept Ayara away in thought. The stack of books in front of him, as well as one book that is open. As if there was no point in being there.

The mind drifted far back. Recalls the pleasant past between her and her ex-lover. Sweet behavior, harmonious nature, and romantic treatment. Ahhe... How happy he was in the past.

"Mkc... What else do you think, Ay?" Tegur Elena with the eccentric appearance of her mainstay. However, there is no word from the interlocutor at all. Ayara was still immersed in her own thinking. " Still thinking, Doni?"

Bugh... The girl in simple clothes patted Ayara's shoulder quite strongly. "This is how El, you gotta hit him first. His life has just come back!"

"Hisses... How long are you gonna take if that jerk guy?" Elena asked annoyed. Exhaling slowly, Ayara again focused on the book she read, "You have to quickly find a new guy, let's move on quickly." he continued.

"False, Na. Who hasn't moved on!" Sangkal Ayara did not accept.

"You! Who else? Sofia who was born? Where possible," he continued while eating a snack that he just took out of the bag.

"Mkc... It's library. Don't eat, don't be noisy?" Sofia took the snack by force.

"Sofia, I want to eat that," whined Elena.

"It's a library, Elena."

"I'm just eating. There were so many rules," Elena grumbled even more annoyed.

"THREE OF YOU GET OUT OF HERE!" The library guard teacher shouted loudly. His fat body, the fat folds that protrude around his neck, as well as the large glasses he wears. Makes Elena swallow suck.

"Mother is really, really scary," she half-whispered to Ayara.

"No, that's not it, El. After you get married. Your body is more slender than that. Wanna?" Elena shook her head. "Not anjirr. I don't want to..."

"Eat, quiet. Come outside!" Sofia pulled Elena quickly. Not forgetting they took the time to greet the fierce teacher for a moment.

Get out of the library. The three of them walked to the campus park. Sit comfortably. Chatting casually, accompanied by various kinds of snacks that bulge in Elena's bag.

As they pass the basketball court area. Elena saw a girl and a boy studying basketball there. Matching couple, beautiful woman and handsome man.

"The more alert here, they are more harmonious yes," said Ayara. Every now and then he would glance at the expression shown by his sidekick.

"Yes, it's really good."

"Sad?" Sofia chirps with squeaking eyes. He tried to dive into the eye expressions shown by Elena.

"I? Saddened? The hello... No yes! Yeah, well, I'm sad because of the two kayaking them."

"Why did his face get bent like that?" Ayara asked again.

"Please you two! Come on, let's go."

"You're cringing again, El."

"No, Aya."

"Yes! I am you. Want me to samperin them right now. Let that caterpillar become self-conscious!" Araya said seriously. He was already embarrassed to see the behavior of men who had the status of Elena's fiancee playing with the girls.

Before, he became a jerk who easily bergonta-changed girl. Two days of dating, then broke up. Without thinking about his best friend's feelings at all.

But lately, rumors about the man actually falling in love with a girl have been heard. Their relationship has also been going on for more than two months.

"Aren't you going to play Dendra, El?" Sofia asked.

"Ngabarin what? My memories are back? Free, Sof. Two years I was in a coma he did not care, let alone fit healthy like gini. The best is just the two of you. Thank you, udh want to wait for me to realize first, you guys just enrolled in college with me," said Elena full haru.

"Oh yeah, believe me." Ayara and Sofia glared at Elena's reply which seemed to ridicule them.

"Uda, ahh... Come on!" Elena smiled broadly. Both of his hands tightly flank the arms of his friends. The backpack was filled with snacks, and the drink seemed to be swaying up and down because it was shaken.

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Returning from campus, Ayara took the time to stop by at one of the five-star restaurants in Jakarta. The hunger that attacked his small stomach could not be compromised.

Entering the front area. Ayara immediately headed for the reception desk. "One private table." Pinta Ayara at the reception.

"Private table is still full, Ma'am. On the second floor there is an empty table. Not a privacy area, but quite comfortable as it is still a VIP area."

"Yes already. That's it, Mommy."

Ayara was delivered to the second floor. He, sitting at the corner table, close to the window. It doesn't look rame, but it's quite open.

"Yourfts..." Again Ayara sighed. One reason for being lazy to eat out in the open is to be the center of attention. 

Her face was arguably too stunning. With ideal body professional model. Men's eyes often cannot turn away from them.

Not not unhappy. He's just uncomfortable.

Imagine if you were in a public place. Then many people pay close attention. That makes you uncomfortable, doesn't it?

A few moments waiting. The servants delivered the message. Enjoying lunch alone. Makes his heart go back.

Before, if he was hungry. Doni will definitely accompany her for lunch. No matter how busy. The man will spend a lot of time for her.

"Actually, why?" Ask Ayara to herself. His eyes re-glazed over recalling the memories that were quite imprinted in it.

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Since the first time Ayara stepped foot in this restaurant. A lot of eyes were on the girl. One of them, Ace who is currently having lunch with a friend of Tara.

Remember, when Batara said his friend wanted to invite Ace to meet? And today is exactly.

"Sir, is that the girl?" Brian whispered.

"Hemmm," answered Ace flatly.

"Does the food suit your taste?" the girl before him opened her eyes to Ayara. Ace refocused himself on a woman in front of him. A beautiful Indonesian-Dutch blonde woman. A pretty face, which Ace thought was normal. Also too much makeup.

Well, Ace understood because the woman was already 27 years old. Unlike the young girl. Perhaps it was because it was also their aura of beauty looked different.

"Batara, always liked the food in this restaurant. Especially the dessert." Say that woman again.

"Is it still long? I have an appointment with someone. He's already come. Nice to meet you, ms. Ricardo."

Ace extended his hand immediately. Experiencing women's hands forcefully to end their time.

"Ah... You're already leaving. Um... All right, see you next time." Joelyn replied with a forced smile.

Joelyn Stevani Ricardo, Indonesian-Dutch crossbreed. She is an adult magazine model. Needed like this, of course, like an insult.

But, what does Ace care about that. If there's one man without manners, it's him. If there's one man without manners, it's him. If there's one jerk in the world, it's him.

He's the most jerk-off man ever. I slept with more than 100 women. Aborting more than 10 innocent fetuses. That's Dion Ace Monata, really.

The angel-faced god of death. Who did not even hesitate to kill the woman in his hands for reasons of annoyance.