Love Vs Blood's
20.Love vs Blood
Arika felt hungry, it was not enough for her to just eat fruit and snacks. Not the time for dieting, the holidays still have to be holidays. Does not count calories that are important for him to be happy and full.
"Huf …. I'll have to cook otherwise I'll starve." Arika started rummaging through the kitchen, picking up ingredients that could be cooked. Seen there are raw shrimp, his brain immediately came up with the idea to cook sweet sour shrimp.
"Rather than just being fried, you must also have a taste." Arika started wearing gloves made of rubber, cleaning the shrimp cleanly.
Like a chef, Arika concocts spices to mashed. No difficulty finding ingredients and seasonings in the kitchen. The son of a perfectionist is priceless from the way he arranges things so neatly.
"Ok, ready Arika, you can definitely!" Arika cheers herself up. Start sauteing seasonings that have been mashed. The smell of water is smelled in one room.
Click ….
The door opened which Arika did not hear.
"What are you doing?" The son came to bring some paper bags containing the needs of Arika.
Arika was surprised by the voice of the Son.
"Gosh, you should be able to knock on the door or ring the bell. You surprise me." Omel Arika's,
"This is my house, why press the bell?" The son put some paper bags on the dining table.
"okay." Arika cuek and refocused on her cooking.
"Can you cook?" Tanya Putra approached, peeking at the cooking inside the frying pan.
"Not to underestimate." Arika covered with her body, not wanting her cooking to be seen by the Son. Arika's slender body was greatly inferior to the stocky posture of the Son. A moment Arika put a spatula waiting for the water in her cooking to recede, quickly Putra turned Arika's body.
"Nrank …." Shouted Arika,
The son saw and held the spatula, tasting Arika's cuisine. Arika beats Son's back.
"Stop …. Don't taste!" Arika still does not believe in the taste of her cooking, fearing being further underestimated.
"Hmmm …." Feeling good after tasting a little, Son passed.
"Si*lan." Arika Umpat.
"On your desk, open it if it's not appropriate to say let me return it." The son spoke while walking towards the room to change clothes.
"What?" Arika questioned, only turning to see some paper bags on the table.
Making sure the cooking is cooked, Arika immediately turned off the stove and checked the one in the bag.
"Are you serious? You kidnapped me or what?" Clothes, shoes, makeup tools even br* and cel*na d*lam some kinds of brands are in the paper bag.
"Is it not wrong with the size?" Tanya Putra suddenly came out of the room, wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
Arika holds pink, black, and there are others.
"I saw you shower, you forgot to change the glass, you let it plastered. If I hadn't seen you know what you'd be?" Putra lightly spoke, bringing a glass to fetch water.
Arika's reflexes covered her body. Forgot if the Men's bathroom is not using wall restrictions but glass that can be turned into opaque so that people do not look. And Arika forgot that she was in someone else's house.
"Mes*m. You shouldn't have seen." Arika shouted, very surprised because Putra was the first man to see himself tel*nj*ng.
No matter how free abroad, Arika never made love. His agency has very strict rules, for Jamie's choice so that Arika does not easily escape to roam.
"Take the plate, I'm hungry." Having no guilt, the Son ruled Arika.
"Can't you take it yourself?" Arika emotions.
"At least to thank you for buying your things." Answer the Son,
"I didn't ask to be bought." Arika refused, taking the dishes, rice and side dishes for herself.
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The stupidity that happened in Jamie's study. Tania spilled everything. So wild, they clashed with each other. Full noisy room*n and des*han. On the couch Tania and Jamie are without a thread. Lion attacked each other. Darling, Arya's cctv only records the clothes scattered.
"Anj*nk Tania, Si*lan. What if the Son finds out his sister is so bin*l?" Arya watches only Tania and Jamie's footage of each other before disappearing from the surveillance cameras and re-recording the clothes thrown.
The bully comes, Arya immediately turns off the laptop. Sitting in the park alone is a favorite thing of Arya, before finally falling asleep accompanied by a breeze to provide calm.
"Arya, sorry." Said Clay sitting next to Arya.
"Make what?" Arya jutek's.
"So in class." Answer Clay shimmily.
"Have gone there! you're just afraid I won't be doing your job anymore, right?" Arya did not stare at all, started to open the game application and focus on playing.
"I'm really sorry." Clay blurted.
"You're there, you can't bother, can you?" Ask Arya.
"No." Clay's answer made Arya look over.
"Keep what you want?" Ask Arya.
"Arya, please help me choose which dress fits me well." Clay propped his phone, scrolling through several different dress models and colors.
Arya is getting clueless with Clay's attitude. With the ngasal and do not want to be long, Arya originally choose by pointing a black dress, sabrina sleeves, sequined with a knee-length piece.
"Seriously choose that one, instead of this nude color it's funnier." Arya sighed, her hands itchy eagerly pinching Clay's head.
"You have to choose which one." Answer Arya emotions.
"Arya, please don't be emotional. Dinda told me to wear purple but you chose black, I was confused." Repeatedly Arya sighed, anxious at Clay's attitude.
"Aryan …." Call Clay, please,
"Hmmm …."
"Temenin me yes, please!" Please Clay.
"Otherwise Clay? Especially?" Arya was so angry.
"Who's not at the car boy's party, I don't have any friends to come." Clay.
"Don't come!" Arya answered directly.
"But …." Not done Clay's word was cut.
"No word but." Arya moves on, as before, Arya's better off leaving Clay than the length of her business.
"FATHER COWARD!" Clay shouted from a distance.
Arya looked over without retaliating. Getting to know the car community is the same as getting into a crocodile cage. Either congratulations or be may*t.
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The room was pitch-black without a glimmer of light. His eyes were still closed and his mouth was still silenced, his painful hand in pain from the firing being held back by him.
Cold water soaked his body, making himself flutter. Cold, thirsty and hungry. Only the smell of carnation was smelled, trying to wriggle. Mario is still alive, in the pitch-black room where he was held captive.
Connect ….