All About You
Stranaya Devushka

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"What's my schedule today, Cla?" Dimitri entered his room early in the morning. Not usually, because the young man arrived early when the new working hours will start twenty minutes more.

"Are you still dreaming?" Clarra asked back.

"Ck!" the young man clucked.

"Aren't you home?" Clarra pointed her index finger at her cousin's face with a smile.

"Not much to ask...

"Even you're at aunt Fia's nag. Change clothes where?"

"Shut up. I'm an adult. Anywhere can."

"It's Not Moscow Dim...

"I know ..

"I know that Nikolai's grandfather had strict rules about socialization. But why don't you plan?"

"I am free-spirited, no one can control this freedom. Especially since I'm an adult, not a kindergarten kid anymore."

"Tell me that in front of Aunt Fia or Om Niko, .. how dare you?" the girl approached.

Dimitri threw his ass out of the job seat.

"Definitely not?"

"Keep because I'm free-spirited I also have to rebel with both my parents?"

"Ah, .. Mama's free-spirited son."

"Be quiet, you're starting to fuss."

"It's my job to know...

"But you're too chatty."

"Where did you sleep last night?"

"It's none of your business."

"To the club again? same with your college friends?"

"Just do my job, Cla, don't take care of my personal life."

"But it's my business, because your credit card bill is in my monthly report. And I will hand over the same Arfan also later to Om Satria. And they'll wonder what that money was spent on. And when they know you're done..."

"Dam... "

"Hhh. The mother's son who turned into a free man." Clarra stared at her macbook screen.

"Your schedule today is to go to Bogor to monitor the exercises at Sentul."

"Huh? me?"

"Yes, ...

"Why should I go?" suddenly, the girl's face was reflected in her eyes.

"And you signed the cooperation agreement?"

"Do I have to keep an eye on the girl?"

"Girl?" Clarra frowned.

"You don't know if the driver we're sponsoring is a woman?"

"Oh yeah? I'm not careful."

"Read carefully, ma'am secretary."

"Oh yes, Rania Khaira Yudistira. It's a good name."

"Ish, .. that stranaya devushka! (the weird girl!)" he said as Rania's face returned to her head.

"What did you say?"

"Can anyone be replaced? that other staff? I'm lazy to see him."

"Cannot. It is your job automatically. Why why?"

"I'm lazy to see him."

"Why is that why?"

"He sucks. Besides, I'm not sure he can carry the company's good name. Which one he wears is a famous motorcycle brand again, not sure of his ability."

"If you're not sure why you signed the contract? a year is long."

"I was just asked to sign. Om Arfan said that."

"Hmm. strange deal."

"Yes, just like that girl. Weird." Dimitri.

Clarra laughs.

"Dimi... Dimi's."

"Stop it Cla, don't call me like that!"

"But I like to call you that. It's cute." the girl laughed again.

Dimitri started nagging.

"Stop!! go now mumpung is still morning Dimi!"

The young man rolled his eyeballs, and he looked resentful.

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This time Dimitri used the office driver to drive his car, because he was not yet familiar with the place and the road in question. This allowed him to close his eyes during the trip until he arrived no more than two hours away from Jakarta-Bogor. Enough to rest her still-weary body the rest of last night's farewell party before two friends return to Moscow ended in a heated tussle between herself and Irina.

They stopped at the parking area, and just immediately heard the roar of a motorbike echoing on the circuit.

"Hhh.. Noisy is also the place." he woke up shortly after the car was parked. Then get out after tidying up his suit.

"Eh, it contains dugem in the club deh." but he chuckled when he remembered another voice that was noisier than that. Irina's moans kept shouting her name as they made love.

"Sir Dimitri?" a crew that recognized him came over.

"Yes?"

"I am from Anggara Crew, assigned to pick up the father."

"Yes, okay... "

"Let's get through here." he pointed the way. Until after a while through the hallway and some spots arrived also he was on the bench.

Intentionally, they placed it in the front row of the bench in order to be able to see the exercise clearly.

"Where's that shitty girl? he hasn't come yet?" the young man muttered, and his eyes he circulated throughout the area in search of a familiar face.

But all he found was the face of Angga who was busy checking the striking red iron horse that looked tough, with someone nearby. The one wearing special clothes was in tune with the motor in front of him, and the fullface helmet that covered his head.

The man is seen riding the bike, then driving it as he sees it. With a high speed that increased in just a few seconds, which then brought him shot across the arena.

The motor looks to circle the circuit, passing corners, turns, and a little climb. Who finally arrived at the finish line in a flat area in a matter of no more than two minutes.

The motor stopped, then turned and returned to the direction of Angga who seemed to wait with a stopwatch in his hand. The man looked excited.

"Hmm. And do you think that's Rania? so you have the courage to go to a game like this?" he muttered.

But in the next second the murmur turned into a surprised look. Dimitri's mouth even opened when he saw the Ducati Panigale V4r rider open his helmet.

Seraut a cute face like an abege boy with brown hair of milk coffee fluttering in the wind. The scorching sunlight at almost noon made her appear to glow, Rania look like a fairy who had just descended to earth. In another form, of course.

The girl smiled cheerfully as Angga looked to be talking to her. Sometimes he seemed to laugh, although a moment later his face turned serious.

Rania looked back on her bike, and she turned the gas tight. Making the ferocious roar of the two-wheeled machine was again heard.

Smoke was seen coming out of the rear tire which was spinning tightly in Rania's control.

A hand seemed to be waving in front of Dimitri's face, resuscitating the young man from his daydream.

"There's a demon through?" a female voice interrupts. And Dygta's older brother's face immediately dominated as Dimitri turned his head.

"Sister!!!" Amara grabbed her shoulders from behind, followed by four other nieces who immediately stormed the seat behind her.

"What are you guys doing here?" the young man twisted his body. Arfan seemed to follow at the very end, with two totebags in his hand and a large crackle bag-like package in the other hand. He looks very troubled.

"You watch the rehearsal." Amara climbed the bench and sat down next to her.

"Where did you guys end up?"

"From Villa, ...

"really?" Dimitri turned to his older brother who was immediately preoccupied by his four twins.

"Yes Om. "Akhan and Anindita answered simultaneously.

"Whether in the villa?"

"Yes it's vacation." now Amara again answered.

"Are you on vacation?" dimitri asked Amara.

"Udah dong, I'm testing."

"Times?"

"Hw'um..."

"A little while later graduate?"

"That's it."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Not yet."

"Masa? is Ara big?" moda Dimitri's.

"No way, later on Papa's gorok." whispered Amara in the young man's ear.

"Ara.". "but clearly heard Arfan who was behind them.

"Joking Papa." the girl giggled as she closed her mouth.

"Don't poison Ara with your style Dim." Arfan warned.

"Just ask Om." Dimitri chuckled, "Neither poisoned will he poison himself." he muttered, then he laughed again.

"Get me talk!" Dygta patted his sister's head with his son's hat.

"Oh, .. big brother became fierce since he had four children." the young man rubbed his head that felt a little pain.

"You came here on purpose to see his training?" Arfan asked.

"Yes, duty from Clarra."

"Know that we're not rushing here." Dygta said.

"Yes, I still want to swim." Arkhan.

"What's the rush, when there's Om Dimi?" connect Anindita.

"Ish.. call people names haphazardly." the young man grumbled.

"Where do you know, you guys are coming too. If you know it, we can't be here."

"I told you on the phone first, papa play go?" arkhan hatch.

"Father Kan...

"Sstt. We're here so enjoy it..."

"Aren't you long?" Amara took over the young man's attention.

"Lumayan" Dimitri replied casually, and he looked back at the runway ahead. On the brown-haired milk coffee girl who was riding her iron horse tough. Her beautiful hair kept fluttering, and it looked extremely dazzling.

Why does this feel so good? his inner. But then he frowned.

"Ish, ... stranaya." he shook his head.

"Non direct from Jakarta?" amara asked again, and she tilted her head to see Dimitri's face more clearly.

"That's it."

"Why not call first? from yesterday, go to the resort." The girl stared fixedly at her face, which had been decorating her nights for years.

"Get up." the young man was still staring at Rania up ahead there.

"So, see what the hell?" Amara looked towards the young man's gaze.

"See who exercises Ara."

"Seriously terribly?"

"Seriously, this is part of my job."

"If the work is good? can go anywhere. Doesn't have to be the same papa only?" the girl glanced at the father behind.

"That's, ...

"I went out of High School just want to work straight away, but can't be the same papa. He said he had to go to college."

"Yes indeed. What do you want to do anyway?"

"Well, as long as you can get out of the house."

"Girls don't get out of the house very often, danger." Dimitri leaned his body to the side where Amara was. He knew the girl was so innocent and innocent, the result of the guard himself. Who else if not Arfan. The one who looks after him like he took care of Dygta first. So organized, systematic and of course strict.

"It's more dangerous not to go out. So don't know anything."

"There's internet. You just watch it on the phone, everyone can tell."

"But if men are free?"

"Make men not too dangerous Ara, ...

"Ish, .. Same as sister!"

"Terah Ara deh." Dimitri again frowned as someone approached Rania. The young man who looked to be the same age as him, and they looked very familiar.

Rania yampak holding onto him sast he got off his big bike.

"Ish, .. stranaya devushka!!" he said with annoyance.

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