How Are You?

How Are You?
Episode 1's


The time that passes cannot be repeated unless you have a time machine in Nobita's desk drawer in Doraemon. That regret is presumptuously present in the heart of a girl, making her revitalize her habit that is still imprinted even though it is not too obvious.


His body did not even move a inch when he saw the incident in his apartment. His eyes were fixed on watching everything the man did to his victims, even though the face was covered in a mask and a hat he could still see that he was a man.


Two knives that the man put in the eyes of his victims became the cover of the man's activities. Whether it was bad luck or something else, the man turned his gaze towards the open window revealing the girl who was glued to him with a flat face.


A growl slid from the man's lips like a wild animal. He lifted his blood-soaked fingers parallel to his face, the fingers seemed to change along with the girl's crazy heartbeat. Tell him that the man is not doing what he has in mind.


The man's fingers stopped with his thumb and forefinger which he let stand while the others he bent. Seven, only that number flashed through his mind.


"What's he doing?" the girl, who was foolishly still standing on the balcony of her apartment, had no intention of leaving even when the man left the victim, who was lifeless, he obviously knew it even more than he knew.


The smell of earth after the rain washed away his sense of smell.  In addition to the smell of vinus he also likes the smell of wet soil and one more smell that he once gilai, more than anything. Something everyone hates, but he likes it.


"I have to take a shower!" said the girl before walking into her apartment after closing the balcony door not forgetting the white curtains as well. 


A gurgling sound was heard from the bathroom, indicating that the girl who owned the apartment was carrying out her afternoon bathing ritual. It didn't take long, the girl had finished her bath.


Using only a bathrobe, the girl walked out to the walkinclose beside the bathroom. Because the spacious apartment space makes it able to create several new rooms in addition to rooms, kitchens and other spaces.


Without realizing it, someone was ducking into his apartment, infiltrating secretly.


Tap


The girl immediately stopped her activities in choosing a lingear as soon as she heard the sound of a very slow step but still sounded in her ear.


Various conjectures were present on the girl's head, still in her almost transparent white bathrobe she stepped casually out of the walkinclose. Intend to see who the person who willfully enter into his territory.


Tap


"Ah, who?" the girl asked the figure standing in front of the balcony window of her room.


After presumptuously breaking into the passboard of his apartment now the figure sassy into his room, his bedroom.


"You see everything?" said the figure without bothering to flip his body.


Hearing that, the girl understood who this figure before her was. This must be the man he saw in his apartment a few minutes ago.


"Oh, I guess who. It's you!" the girl's relaxed airing attracted the man to a closer look at the girl he had seen from the window of his victim's apartment just now.


When the man turned the two eyes met, black and emerald. The two of them looked silent stiff, as if fascinated with their respective eyeballs.


The man did not expect that the girl he saw was so beautiful and charming with long pink hair, round emerald eyes, plump eyelashes, tapered cheeks, kissable lips, and so on, smooth white skin and another that keeps pulling his eyes up his level legs and neckline. Absolutely perfect.


While the girl looked dazzled with black eyes as dark as the night sky with pliable eyelashes, firm jaws, and, seductive lips and a sturdy body made the girl think whether this man before her was a god? Because his face is an adonis that is not blocked by the mask that he had seen earlier. Remembering the mask, the girl regained consciousness of the man's presence in her apartment.


"Want to have coffee, tea or beer?" asked the girl to walk towards the mini bar in the corner of the room not far from the entrance to the room.


A faint frown was seen on the man's forehead, did this girl before him not know that she was in danger? Or the girl was trying to tease him judging from the appearance of the girl who was only wearing a nearly thin and small-looking bathrobe on her body, making some parts stand out.


While the smell of apples and cherries disturbs his kiss, he who hates sweet things actually feels addicted to the fragrant girl in his cage.


"It would be better if you take me off first, I have to make a drink!" said the girl turned to look at the man in front of her. With this close distance he could clearly see the handsome face of the man as well as the man who was now enchanted by the beauty of the girl before him.


"Bir" said the man before passing to the balcony of the girl's room after removing her hoodi and hat. Let the girl concoct their drinks.


After finishing with the concoction, the girl immediately presented it at the table which was on the balcony. After putting their drinks, the girl did not immediately sit down she chose to walkinclose to wear her clothes. He still has the courtesy to dress appropriately in front of his guests.


"So?" the girl said after putting on her clothes. He knows, very well know the type of person like that man does not like to have to wait except when doing their 'pleasure.


The man's grunts did, "You're not afraid?" ask the man.


"Fearful? On what, you or the incident at the apartment?" asked the girl with lips that sip the pleasure of the beer she brewed. A feeling that always makes itself float.


"We know what I'm doing is not a small thing" said the man with his eyes fixed on the girl before him.


A grin he pulled on his lips. Never imagined in his mind that he would meet this attractive girl. I think he should thank the man who made trouble with him.


"Yes I know and I hope you clean up all your tracks neatly!" the girl stared down at the crowd and also at the police cars parked across her apartment.


There is no need to bother thinking he clearly knows what is the cause of it. Obviously the actions of this man in front of him were the reason for the arrival of the police. Instead of feeling anxious or afraid, the man smiled satisfied with the long fingers that restored his hair. Stunning and also hot.


"Of course it is!" the man replied with a grin that was again present on the man's lips. Just this time he could talk even drink casually with the person who was a witness of his crime.


"Good," the girl replied with a satisfied smile on her lips. One point he gave the man in addition to his handsome face he also had a smart brain. Ah, he forgot every person who wrestled with it of course had to have a smart brain, like a figure he knew well.


"You, what's your name?" said the man suddenly made the girl realize from her daydream.


"Ayra Agatta Zeoneva, you?" answer Ayra without burden.


"Ah, Ayra, yes. I'm Alexsander D Loyer. You can call me Alex" said Alex with both shoulders raised.


Both of them dissolve in the conversation that does not know what it is, until both of them are unaware of the purpose of Alex coming to see him.


"So you were counting what floor I was on?" ayra asked so remembering what Alex was doing before disappearing from her sight.


"Your answer is right,"


"Ah, I guessed it. Well, it looks like you should go because I don't like anyone else in my apartment, let alone we just got acquainted with a very nice first upset. Isn't that Alex?" said Ayra got up from her seat, coding Alex to leave her apartment immediately.


"You're right. Well I'm leaving, you're lucky I'm usually gonna kill anyone who witnesses, but I don't know why I did it to you!" said Alex who seems not to be insinuated by Ayra's exorcism just now.


"Even if you do, you won't be able to touch me!" ayra said before closing the door to her apartment after Alex came out with a hat and also hers.


Without both of them realizing a thread of destiny middle binds the little finger of both. Unite them on an uneasy journey of destiny.