Wife Saving Young Master Arvin
200: Getting In Danger

"Bahh! Why do I feel tired?" ask Ashera to herself. "For the past few days, I must have felt this way. Just want to sleep, even though my school work is also a lot."

Once home, which is none other than Arvin's house, Ashera immediately laid his body on the sofa while closing his pair of eyes with his right arm.

That afternoon, it somehow felt quieter than usual.

Making Ashera who finally can rest his tired body, finally can sleep soundly, to forget that his school uniform is still attached to his body.

And he fell asleep until seven in the night.

"Huhh?!" Ashera, who was surprised that she had fallen asleep, immediately got up from the sofa. 'Is Arvin home yet? But-wait, why does it feel like today there is something different huh?'

Ashera suddenly thought of the boy, the troublemaker in every way.

The reason is, every time Arvin comes home, none other than he will be the impingement of a bag that is directly thrown into his body.

But now, or exactly today? Ashera didn't get the habit, which means Arvin hasn't come home yet.

"Even his shoes don't exist, it means he hasn't come home yet, right?" dumel Ashera's.

Although he did not know, out of nowhere came the anxiety in his chest, because Arvin had not come home, Ashera was trying to think positively.

"I can't even think positively at all. Because of him, I got the bad stuff, didn't I?" Ashera grumbled annoyedly, she had trouble thinking positive things to the person associated with Arvin, because every time there was Arvin, that was where there was a lot of negativity surrounding him.

And just discussed in the mind of his heart, suddenly his cellphone rings.

Ashera immediately looked for her mobile phone that she had stored in the bag.

"Arvin?! Tumben, why is he calling at this hour?" muttered.

Because he did not want to get anger from the man because he was made to wait, Ashera immediately raised him.

"Hello?" Ashera asked first, as the beginning of the conversation from the two of them.

-"Hello? Isn't this Miss Ashera?"-

However, Ashera was immediately shocked by the voice on the other end of the phone, very much different from Arvin's.

'Loh?' Ashera was surprised. The number that contacted him, was obviously Arvin's number. But the problem is that the answer is not Arvin, but someone else! 'Why not Arvin? What's the matter? Why is it like this? I hope this is nothing.'

Despite trying to be calm, but between his mind and heart, suddenly turned chaotic, he was afraid that something would happen to Arvin.

"Yes, what's wrong? Isn't this Arvin's number?" Ashera also dared to ask.

-"Sir Arvin, he was drunk, and kept calling your name, so I tried to contact you." - replied this man.

"You send me the location, I'll go there." replied Ashera.

-"Well Miss,"-

After getting the short message, Ashera immediately changed clothes and went out of the house to pick up Arvin.

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His name was Lotuska, and it was quite famous among all of them, even Ashera himself knew its location, eating it he could quickly get there.

But, the most common rule there is, everyone must show KTP. If you can't show it, you can't enter, because the rules allowed to enter are over seventeen years.

And Ashera himself actually not too long ago has passed his birthday date, therefore, he can enter.

"Get-in" said this doorman to Ashera.

"Thank you," replied Ashera, and reentered her ID card.

Ashera did not look grandiose, because she did not like to be the center of attention, therefore, she wore black jeans, white shoes, a slightly large cream-colored shirt, and so on, combined with blazer. A not so eccentric appearance.

He deliberately, because basically he himself does not care much about what he wears, and he does not know much about the outfit that deserves him.

"Dad, the song is great!" a song that is so loud and makes the body move to and fro, making many people immediately dance on the spot, following the rhythm of the jamg jedug from a DJ.

"Would you like another drink?" ask this man to his friend.

"Yes, pour it again, and if you can take it again, then let me pay."

"You're so generous, what's wrong?"

"It's just a little happiness I can't tell you."

'Why do they love a place like this? The smell of alcohol, my goodness, is so strong, ' Ashera thought. He tried to walk quickly to a designated spot from the short message he got again.

Actually Ashera had come there, to drag Arvin home. But unlike before who purposely dressed up pretty, then this time with his original personality, Ashera looked mediocre, not to mention, although it can not cover the appearance of the face of Ashera who is now much more beautiful than before, thanks to the efforts of Arvin as well of course.

"Sir, this is the beer."

"You get me some orange juice, too, he wants some fresh."

'The sound is so loud! Are they not afraid of being a budeg? Then, still young but already drinking alcohol, surely they're the ones who plunged Arvin to go to a place like this and get drunk too.' Ashera's raving in his heart.

While walking, Ashera continued to observe people around, lest he get hit by each other.

But from there, one of the people who was on the second floor, whose lips were initially silent shut tightly, suddenly revealed a smile that implied another meaning.

"As in the photo, she's the girl" said a friend of the boy sitting next to the fence.

"We start now" he answered. Then this man and two other men went up from the second floor. "Work time!"

"Yes. Tomorrow morning will definitely be a topic tranding. If it's like that, we'll get the money again, right?"

"That's fine, so do your best." he said.

And the three men also walked down the stairs, then looked for the existence of women who would be the target of them all.

"The bottom line is, tonight's gonna be the most fun night. We just wait, tomorrow can be viral" he said, and with his spirit, he had contacted other colleagues to prepare to welcome Ashera who was looking for Arvin.