My Beloved Perjaka
Angel baby

I swiped my cheek on his chest as a hundred more pairs of eyes stared at the two of us in the public house that was now more calm with melancholy songs. For the sake of imaging and discernment, we had to pass through this room despite the special avenues for staff and employees.

"Our guest star is my future husband." I said proudly. The golden in my arms tightened. I raised my gaze while cupping Abhimanyu's cheek. "Yes, baby?"

Jemari Abhimanyu stroked my hair. "Maybe, angel."

Angel? How did he know I got the nickname angel from Billy, which is bad. It seems that Abhimanyu often sees my social media. But at most he thought not a kind angel, but a life-extracting angel. This teenager is rese, his mouth is very sharp when talking.

Abhimanyu put on a smile in front of the people who cheered his name, marry me too, and can't believe the two of you are just gimmicks. Abhimanyu grimaced while pressing his arms while still warm to this pretense.

"We go home" he said in a firm and formal tone after turning his head. "Okay, baby." I bent my hand to hold her hand that was still on my shoulder. We walked in the corridor in dim lighting.

To be honest, I was nervous being in her cage. And the nervousness is getting worse after the situation is fairly conducive.

Abhimanyu immediately released his embrace in the middle of the car park. He looked at me sharply while shaking my forehead.

"That's how Auntie's brain expects me!"

I'm waist-racked. Abhimanyu who carries his guitar and backpack also has a waist. We looked under the garden lights.

I could love her in the dark, could kiss her with my eyes closed, but it was hard to open her heart. This stubborn guy seems smart to take advantage of the situation. I also seem to have fun being used. Just offering yourself up.

"Not really, I'm just trying to be your protective shield. Your boyfriend isn't that, is he? He doesn't know your distress at the nights he enjoys with a good night's sleep after you say good night. While you are, tasting the nightlife with great risk that can ambush you once you let your guard down." the word exploded, I conveyed it with emotion. Although it sounds terrible.

"Okay, I accept all the decisions Aunty made!" sergeant Abhimanyu leaning his body towards me.

I tried hard to gulp my saliva. Who's a lot of sense now, who's willing to pull real. The nervousness runs down my back. My throat's choked. Even this midnight chill can't shiver my body. I'm hot of his sharp gaze. No wavering watching me.

"Where can Auntie guarantee that I'm okay until I'm 21?" tanyanya. Handsome and brave, that's it. Abhimanyu Julian Rudolf.

"Can." I nodded briefly. He put his body on my body. His chin is on my head. His hands well clutched my body in the middle of the parking lot, in the middle of the night that felt this stupid I was in front of him.

"Thank you, Aunt."

Knee limp. My chest tightens. I was thinking he would swear a damn sentence or as sharp as a pointed bamboo he usually did to deny my words. But ‘Please, Auntie’ is shaking my faith to pull her out. I was interested in dropping myself for him. Shit, Sisca. Please me... I'm not good at this kind of play, I'm serious, yes, yes...

"Udah. Aunt's home." Abhimanyu sighed, "want me anther?"

He looked around, looking for my car like it was.

"No need, no need." I said as I tidied my hat and hair. He smiled awkwardly while avoiding eye contact with me.

Looks like the incident just affected him. And sorry Brigitta, I have to take you to wake Abhimanyu up to my whereabouts for him.

"You go home, rest. Do not eat fried foods, do not eat a lot of oil. Okay?" Gently, I swept the strands of black hair from his forehead. "Treat your face with routine. Your face and your inner self are important assets of aspiring artists." I said reassuringly.

He will be an artist, a singer. The Malay gang will find a music producer to hook him as a protege and artist a new way to get him out of the night world. That's how good they are with this virgin. However, that is, when she is ready to become a famous singer–may I pray for that–I should be ready Abhimanyu pay all his family debts. I put on a forced smile. That means we can't get married.

Abhimanyu looked at me. "I'll probably be dependent on Auntie, and I hurt Brigitta secretly."

I set fire to the rain

I light a fire in the rain

Abhimanyu stepped in with a tired attitude. He knocked on my windshield after putting his guitar on the hood.

"Open up" he said. "Open!" repeat it more seriously.

I lowered the windshield down, the night wind blew on my face before Abhimanyu bowed.

"Everything will be fine."

"What do you mean?" tanyaku.

"Isn't it the wedding day of my ex-husband, Auntie?" Abhimanyu hurriedly removed my car keys until the roaring engine stopped.

I glare. Hey, "Reverse no!" I cried as he hung my keys in the air, threw them up and caught and hid them in his pants pocket.

Abhimanyu. "Down!"

"Search for trouble? Durhaka you know aunty!!!!"

I pushed the car door in annoyance. Abhimanyu. Elude.

"Campret, no turning!" I tried to grab it, but the young bone was too nimble for me who was already a three-headed bone. Abhimanyu continued to avoid. Damn, I'm tired. I leaned over while holding both my knees. "ABBUSTY!" pissed scream. "Reverse the key, I'm going home!"

"Will not!!!" Abhimanyu chuckled, but his piety was stingy. "I'm the ante home, or the Aunt that I'm coming home with?" deal with it quickly. Abhimanyu tiptoed while hanging his keys high.

"Basi, less work! Go home by yourself." I reply, it's a pain to bother, don't know he I'm playing pull.

"Yes, Auntie, if we can go home alone."

"What!" my sergeant, "Heh, don't see if I'm wearing sneakers. I've obviously adopted high heels still seem short, this is even told to reach out high." I punched him in the stomach, Abhimanyu immediately bowed while holding his stomach with both hands.

"Tant, that's a lot of heart." Abhimanyu reached out his hand with a surprised face, "Now, there go home. I can play with my aunt. I've lost faith, damaged my mind, where to play rough again. There's home."

"Don't mess with him like me! Uww..." I grabbed the key while stepping on his shoes. "Racaine!"

"Auntie... Wait for my revenge!" threat fierce.

"Grand..." I stick my tongue out while I get in the car. "Absolutely fear!"

Abhimanyu grabbed his guitar after my car roared back. He almost threw his guitar while I was clawing it out loud.

"Everything will be fine, Abi. Everything will be fine. It's easy, by the way." I smiled and left him home.