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We'll elope

Bruk!

His body was shaken violently, until he staggered slightly back, after the close embrace of a woman, who was none other than his fiance, Yola.

"I know you must have come, dear" he said girang.

Alva was aghast, he pegged for a moment to normalize his sense of surprise. Then, he turned to stare hard, and tried to let go of Yolanda's embrace violently.

No different from Alva, Jonathan and Mona, along with widening their eyes, what exactly is Alva going to show? A romance?

The woman stood in front of the three, she slightly looked away, embarrassed, because now she was wearing a shirt that looks great. Without wearing a braa, the top two buttons are left open and the long hair, the original.

"Eh, there's Om and Auntie too." Greet Yola, her hands outstretched, but immediately brushed by the man.

"Don't play the drama in front of me, where's the guy?" Alva said sharply, they should have raided Yola, they should have been witnessing the depraved behavior of this bitch.

"Who do you mean?" The forehead frowned in confusion, so innocent gaze that he often showed in public, he was playing well.

Don't expect Daniel to be on your side, Alva.

Alva, unconcerned by Yola's reply, quickly stepped inside to look for Daniel's whereabouts. The man had agreed with her to dismantle Yola's rot. But why isn't he here.

Alva went into the room, checked all over, not least the bathroom, and also the woman's wardrobe, afraid that Daniel was hiding there.

Shitt's! Where's the badjangan.

"Darling, who are you looking for?" Yola, Mona and Jonathan follow in Alva's footsteps.

But the two middle-aged people were just watching, a dish that was somehow like what this was the title.

Yola hugged Alva's body back tightly which would check towards the kitchen, again, this time Alva slightly pushed Yola's body, until the woman fell to the floor.

"Al, what are you doing?" It was her mother's voice, but Yola was still a woman. Mona helps the grimacing Yola to get up.

"Ma, I'm sure he's hiding it" Alva said.

"Are you looking for your man Al?" Yola asked suddenly, all eyes instantly drawing out toward Alva, the lead in this drama they were enjoying.

Yola smiled faintly at Mona who was holding her arm, she nodded, assuring that she was fine. "I threw him out Al, I know it was your man, who you sent to set me up on purpose, you want to run away from your responsibilities, right?" Yola asked with eyes that looked flushed and almost cried.

"What responsibility do you mean?" Cetus Alva pointed at Yola with his finger.

"It's true, you just want to enjoy my body, you don't want to account for it because you don't love me, the reasons you use are always that, that and that." Yola began to have an alibi, as much as possible he would attract the sympathy of Alva's parents.

He will make sure that the man will not win against him.

"Stop your bullshit Yola." Screeched Alva with eyes that almost jumped out of place. His breath hunts, holding a growl in his heart hearing the bullshit speech of his fiancee.

While Mona and Jonathan were just unmoved, the middle-aged woman only occasionally held her chest tight, in her heart she did not want to justify Yola's words, but looked at the shirt the woman was wearing, he clearly knew, it was his son's, he himself chose it for Alva.

Suddenly Yola walks towards the nightstand, picks up something, but now she faces both of Alva's parents, not the man.

"It's a safety that Alva used to use with Yola, if Om and Auntie don't believe it, you can check her fingerprints, there's Alva's fingerprints there." Obviously Yola with teary eyes, he glanced at Alva fearlessly, in his heart he grinned, not in vain that afternoon he slipped into Alva's apartment, he found something interesting, he found something interesting, something that could ensnare the man in his game.

"Pa," Alva.

"Tante, Auntie must also know whose shirt Yola is wearing, this is the Alva shirt she left in Yola's apartment after we made love, but unfortunately she just wants that pleasure, she said, he never wanted to tell the truth if—"

"Shuttt up you jerk!" Alva's hands were clenched tightly.

"You are silent!" Jonathan suddenly opened his voice. He could not stand it, watching the two continue to fight.

"Go home, and explain everything to Papa,"

Hmh!

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Chilla opened the door to Alva's apartment quickly. I want to see that guy soon. When the door to Alva's room opened, the first thing Chilla saw was the room that looked like a broken ship, flakes of drink bottles were everywhere, not forgetting the cigarette butts that were somehow in number, and all the things that are not in their original place.

And the one center of attention is his man's body that looks messy at the end there.

The man sat down with his legs folded, and his head lowered deeply.

Noticing the presence of her little girl, Alva looked up, looking at the bangs girl with a painful smile.

Alva got up, then grabbed the slender waist, did not forget the ranum lips that often become his candlestick, he kissed repeatedly and then he sipped slowly.

Chilla realized, something was wrong with Alva, why it looks so chaotic like this, even a little sobbing from the man's lips when he picked it up, he was sure, Alva there was not okay.

"Darling, your mouth stinks, did you drink something?" Chilla asked innocently, just the first time, she felt this strange smell stinging from inside Alva's mouth.

Not wanting to argue that, Chilla prefers to ask about the problem that is hitting her man." Is there a problem?" Ask me to caress Alva's head.

"Hem."

Chilla wanted to break up, but Alva reluctantly, once again she tightened her embrace on Chilla's body, inhaling in a body scent that would never be second to none.

"Come on, tell Chilla what's the big brother's problem." Pinta Chilla gently.

No matter what the solution was, inevitably Alva had to tell Chilla everything, because this all concerned the fate of the three of them. Alva, Chilla and Yolanda.

After being satisfied hugging, Alva pulled Chilla to sit on the bed, while she rested in front of the girl. Making Chilla feel bad, it seemed like what Alva was going to talk about was not something pleasant.

Alva held the girl's hand. "Chilla, you still want to stay by my side?" One question Alva gave doubtfully, and the lips were visibly shaking.

Slowly, Chilla nodded without hesitation, wasn't that what she had wanted all along. Staying on the side of the person he loves.

Before returning to speak, Alva gulped her saliva many times, to convince herself.

"I've already passed all the evidence to Papa, but..." Paused, Alva took a breath and threw it away slowly. "But Papa doesn't trust me Chilla, even Daniel and Yola set me up on purpose, so I have to marry him as soon as possible."

Sobbing, for the first time the haughty man cried in front of a woman. He was weak, that was if he had to deduce everything. And this is the wound he meant, the wound that he accidentally tore to Chilla, his little girl.

As with Alva, Chilla's tears have been hardened endlessly, why is it like this? Is this the end of his quest to get Alva?

Seeing the crying Chilla makes Alva more tormented, it is not easy to tear down the wall of his father's selfishness, until now, Jonathan is still Jonathan, the destiny maker for Alva's life.

Alva got up, sat down next to the girl, his hands outstretched to rub the clear hairs affectionately. The two cheeks of Chilla in the tangkup, netra they stared at each other and locked inside, diving into the meaning of each presence.

"Did Brother tell Papa Jo our relationship?" Chilla asked withstanding the trembling in her chest, her heart grimacing in pain.

Alva nodded. "I said it, but Papa again did not believe me, I was called a madman, for bringing your name to this matter. What should I do, Chilla, what should I do?"

Breaking, Chilla's booming cries filled the silent room, Alva immediately pulled the tiny body to hold her tightly. Sick, this is really sick, thousands of spears as if they were raining down on his heart. A heart that always beats when he's with Alva, and today, it looks like he has to stop all his madness.

This is the wound that the man spoke of, should he feel that he is fine, because he once said, as long as Alva tried it, even though he would not be a problem.

And now, the trial was not on the man's feelings, but the trust of Alva's parents, he felt unable to resist.

"Then marry her" Chilla finally breaks up.

"No, I'll find another way, I'll fight for you Chilla, whatever the risk, I'll fight for you, you say you'll stay by my side, then prove it now," Alva replied quickly, since he had not thought of fulfilling Jonathan's request, he wanted to be with his girl, this once, he would actually oppose his father, there was no half-word.

"But how is it, brother?" Chilla asked, the cry subsided a little just because of the words Alva would fight for her. All these words, like a love song.

Crazy idea, so crazy Alva to think about it, to be with the girl, he will do it.

"We eloped, how?" Alva said sure.

As Chilla's eyeballs widened, her saliva choked and her brain began to digest Alva's speech.

Married run? Something taboo, which he had never thought of before. And it's all coming out of Alva's mouth.

"Does that mean we get married while running around?" He asked innocently with reddened eyes.

Hearing Chilla's question, Alva chuckled small, feeling funny, melting the atmosphere between the two. Before replying Alva wiped away the remains of Chilla's cries. "Don't you, we're out of town, and we're getting married." The reply.

"Then what about our parents, and who's gonna take care of Big Brother's company?"

"We don't go back, after we have children, we go home. For the company I don't care anymore, Papa doesn't trust me, so why am I taking care of the company."

"But Brother."

"It's Chilla's only way, if you don't want it, I don't know what else to do."

Looking at Alva who was as serious as he said, making the wall collapse, Chilla was hypnotized, by herself nodding with a smile.

A smile that was immediately transmitted to Alva. The man eroded the distance, then kissed the forehead long enough. "Tomorrow I'll pick you up, after this we'll be happy."

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Weh, that's not true