Not the Substitute Girl
Staking out

Messa grumbled a few times. He doesn't know where Darrel took him. More why would he want to when Darrel took him away. Plus with makeup that looks like Darrel has prepared. A piece of dress with a simple model, navy wrapped pretty slim body Messa.

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Darrel himself was quite amazed to see Messa after finishing the dimake over. He's used to seeing Messa in his service uniform. So it's a novelty to see Messa in party clothes.

"Wear covered clothes aja pretty beut, especially if you do not wear anything." The crotch brain, Darrel's head was filled with wild fantasies about Messa.

"Where are you going anyway?" ask Messa judes. Darrel immediately returned to his consciousness.

"My birthday party." Reply Darrel relaxed. The man's car began to enter the parking lot of a cafe that seemed to have been rented for a party venue. Seen from the decorations and flowers that have been beautifully arranged from the front of the cafe to the back of the cafe. Looks like back there was his garden party.

"Gue didn't bring a gift."

"Quiet down. I've transferred their gifts." Ponga Darrell.

"That's it. Rich people are different." Darrel smiled faintly at Messa's opinion. Looks like the girl has a little problem with the term rich man.

Entering the cafe door. Darrel immediately took Messa's hand. Messa was reluctant to be held, but when he saw a lot of people, Messa so could not dwell. Darrel walked confidently towards the crowd of people who were toasting.

"No alcohol!" messa whispered in Darrel's ear.

"I know." Reply Darrel.

"Hi..guys." Sapa Darrell. Everyone was stunned, seeing Darrel coming with a beautiful girl in covered clothes. Usually, whoever the woman Darrel brought can be sure that their clothes are very open. You could say almost gone. But this, wait a minute, Darrel's attitude is also different when with this woman.

"New collection?" whispered a friend of Darrel's whose brain was the same as Darrel's.

"Not really."

"Then just for me. Assets tempting...."

"You approach him, I'll shoot your damage." The man immediately grabbed his thighs. Horrified to imagine his assets being persecuted by Darrel. One more thing, Darrel usually does not hesitate to share the woman he brought with the others.But this one, different.

"Where is he?" ask Darrel after giving Messa a glass of orange juice. One full glance Messa gave to Darrel.

"Well, I don't give you drugs." Messa listened to Darrel's reply. Frontal of that guy. Darrel put on his smile, watching Messa gulp down his drink. "Have you?" Darrel pulls Messa's hand towards the place where the party is.

Messa immediately tightened his hand grip on Darrel's arm. "Gue can be fired if caught going to such a place." Anxious Messa, trying to avoid touch with the opposite sex.

"Well no! No one dared to cheat you. If you get fired. You stay my cooperation. So my bini." Darrel grimaced as Messa pinched his waist.

"Quiet down. I want to show you something." Darrel took Messa to the center of the room. Where a pair of men and women were dancing with heat.

"Not jealous?" ask Darrel.

"Cihh, I'm jealous too. Both are equally cheap. Oh yeah, they won't get sanctioned if they get caught visiting this place?"

"Yes no, this is a cafe not a discotheque and the like. It's just that uyul's birthday concept is a nightclub." Seeing the relaxed reaction from Messa made Darrel relieved, he thought Messa would cry out in surprise, seeing the togetherness of his ex. Because that's actually the show that Darrel meant.

"Gue values people who want to change for the better." Darrel was stunned to hear Messa's words.

"Although he used to be an asshole?"

"Everyone has the same chance to improve themselves, as well as the so-called bajinggan."

Darrel fell silent, as if bewitched by Messa's words. "Then help me make it better." Messa chuckles at Darrel's words. Until the girl explains that changing someone's will depends on the person's will. Want not to change.

"But you can help me." Darrel's eyes looked straight at the eyes of Messa who was in front of him. Both are now the center of attention because their dance is considered romantic by many people.

Now it's Messa's turn and his inflamed affair. Hot, because the woman who became an affair ex-Messa really wants Darrel in his arms. While the former Messa looks unwilling to see Messa with Darrel, the man he knows is both a womanizer and a rich man. Richer than him.

"Married to me." Messa patted her cheek slowly. Can't believe that Darrel dared to tell him that. "He must be crazy!" That one thing immediately came to Messa's mind. "She just wants to mess with me!" added Messa again.

On the other hand, Orion looked at Alea who was asleep on her bed. Two days after Alea's return from the hospital. Orion is again scolded by Felix when the man finds out that Alea is in the hospital. During these two days, Orion painstakingly helped Alea. "What does it feel like to give birth like this?" The discomfort in Alea's stomach had not gone away.

"Next year we prove it." Reply Orion relaxed. This time Alea did not deny as usual. The girl was silent, as if she was considering something.

Two weeks had passed since Alea's miscarriage, the woman had already returned to her college bench. His body is much better. He was also bored at home. The fact that Alea miscarried was deliberately concealed by Orion and the team of doctors. He didn't want Alea to be a gossip on campus.

Alea's lecture atmosphere felt different, it seemed like something was missing. As Alea scanned her classmates. He didn't find Tea, from a friend's information. Alea finally finds out that Tea was kicked off campus. Not only because it encourages itself but also because of the side profession of Tea spread in cyberspace. In order to maintain the good name of the campus, the Alea school chose to issue Tea.

Alea could only exhale his coarse breath. This must be Xuan. Who else could look for the disgrace of people up to the pit of ants though. Quite concerned with the fate of Tea. But how else, all the results of his own work.

That day the campus atmosphere looked lonely. Alea took a little extra material to catch up with her graduation deadline. The woman's thesis is awaiting the first stage ACC. Alea will work on the script early.

Crossing the street in search of a taxi, the woman was struck by a car that stopped in front of her.

"Come in." Pinta that voice.

Alea's smile expanded and then entered the black car that immediately drove away from the place. Without Alea knowing the danger of being in love.

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