DYLAN
CHAPTER 9 BAD BOY
Dylan's car is parked right in front of the Short staircase connected to the main door of a luxury house. Dylan looked at the girl who had fallen asleep in the seat next to the wheel. Suddenly his lips scored a slick smile Outside the girl looked very cheerful and strong. However, in it, who knows how weak and fragile the main heirs of ERLANGGA are
Suddenly one determination blossomed in the recesses of Dylan's heart.
" I'll make your life colored again.”
“ Ara,” Dylan gently patted Ara Cheek
“Hmm.” Ara muttered deeply as if she did not want to be disturbed. Dylan took off his seatbelt and then got out of the car, circled the car and opened the Passenger Door very carefully.
“ Very tired well,” Dylan said as if Ara would reply to his words.
With a gentle gesture, Dylan took off the Safety belt that wrapped around Ara's slender body. Dylan then carried Ara in bridal style. After that Dylan kicked the door of his car with his right foot When Dylan got in front of the main door of Iqbal's house, he tried to squeeze the bell using his nose.
" There's no point also Got a pointed nose,” kekeh Dylan amused. Then the door of the house opened. A woman who is about 45 years old.
“Who is,” ask the soft-spoken woman that Dylan Estimates is the woman commonly called Mother by Ara.
“ I'm Dylan Aunt. Friends ...”
" Heh Lo take where my girl is,” sergeant Iqbal from behind his mother.
" Chick,” Dylan smiled cynically.
“ Cook Yes Lovers live at home and have the same suffix name,” quipped Dylan who immediately made Iqbal stupefied and Mother frowned in confusion.
When she saw the stares and a less than pleasant aura coming out from the glare of Dylan and Iqbal's eyes, Mother chose to mediate between the two Young Men before a fatal commotion broke out between the two of them.
" Dylan boy, come on in. His Ara was immediately taken to his room only his room above, Pink door,” said Mother soft. Dylan diverted his gaze from Iqbal and confirmed Mother Iqbal's direction.
“ Lo why the hell, Bal ? Relax, your cousin is safe with me. I'm a bad boy, which is good,” said Dylan who had arrived right in front of the Pink Door called by Mother Arin.
“ Where there is a good bad boy. Bad boy is a troublemaker, a hobby matahin heart girl, who is not polite with the teacher, whose hobby is crunching here and there, make the name of the school, shame,” Iqbal trailed Dylan who was lying Ara on a king size mattress wrapped in a thick pink bed cover.
After feeling Ara getting a comfortable position to sleep Dylan walked out of the room. Iqbal followed him
" I'm naughty, I've Never embarrassed the name of the school Because I'm always in the right position,” elak Dylan
" Okay Emang Never embarrassed the name of the school, anyway. But yesterday you almost mesumin chick gu... uh errat, my cousin,” Iqbal folded his hands to the chest while standing blocking Dylan's access
" I'm not mesuminizing him. I just want to tempt him,” replied Dhirga.
" Ngeles mulu kayak bajaj,” grunts Iqbal does not accept.
" Of you're Not Smart to hide secrets," ledek Dylan Satisfied.
" Fuck you is back. Get me see lo here,” Iqbal then sauntered into his room.
" Who would like to look at the pretentious face of lo,” said Dylan did not want to lose.
“ Heh I'm hearing, yes," cried Iqbal from inside his room.
“ Bodo highly.” Dylan began to walk down one by one the stairs in Iqbal's house.
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