Partner Bed The Cassanova
Ziva Amara's

"Tar, what other job?"

"There's no Zivaa"

"But Tar, I'm afraid that he works in such a rich place"

"Take it easy Ziv, at the bar where I work there will not be just anyone who dares to touch you. Unless you want to" yourself"

"That's a big oga"

"It's calm"

"Huft, I thought about it first"

"It's up to you, I pull it out first. If I have a phone interest, I'll pick it up"

"Okay, I'm bobo by noon first"

"Whatever!"

After Tara's death, Ziva was completely asleep, rarely could he take a nap like this. Usually at this time he is busy.

Ziva Amara is an orphan girl. During this time Ziva was raised by his uncle and aunt in the village.

But after graduating high school she is forced to marry a wealthy peot-turned-villain to make up for her uncle's debt.

Ziva certainly refused, making plans the girl finally fled to the city, armed with a smart brain and also his savings money so far he was desperate to apply to a university. His ideals are very high.

Living in the city is not easy. For his tuition and daily living expenses he worked as a waiters in one of the cafes. But it turns out that the cafe owner is in debt, and now that the cafe has been confiscated, Ziva automatically becomes unemployed.

Her best friend and roommate, Tara. He offered her a job as a waitress at one of the bars. Ziva certainly knows what the place is like because Tara also works there, but as a paid woman.

By late afternoon, Ziva woke up. The girl stretched her entire body muscle.

"Huh, take a shower before you think again" Ziva lazily went into the bathroom, the girl flushed her body to remove the sleepiness that attacked.

Kriiing.crying..

Ziva just got out of the bathroom but he was greeted with the sound of his phone.

"Hallo?"

"Hallo Ziv's. How have you made a decision?"

"Not Tar, this is me just getting up and taking a shower. Not thinking about"

"Oh my God, Ziva, there will be his work hunted in the same content of others!!"

"Really? Yes, I took it for a while"

"Ceters.."

tut..

"Damn it's dead"

Ziva walks into Tara's closet, the girl scans every shirt of her best friend's.

"That's the wrong person to say, the proof is that his clothes are not really all!" gerutu Ziva's.

After a long time of choosing. The choice fell on a piece of long-sleeved knitwear with a sabrina collar then a piece of knee-length jeans skirt.

"At least this is better than the other clothes" he said, obviously because Tara's clothes lack all materials.

Tid.tid..

"Just a moment!!" He shouted from inside the boarding house after hearing the sound of the horn of Tara's mini car.

The girl walked hurriedly with a totebag in her hand as quickly as lightning got into the car.

"The beauty of my best friend if you wear real clothes, next time if you have a lot of money butut clothes throw it away"

"Look, by the way, it's a work clothes I know myself"

"Yes, the results themselves but buy it on the flea so the clothes are rich so all"

"I'm buying it from a thief"

"As far as you go, I always lose if the same debate lo"

Tara pulled out a make up bag from her bag.

"In the first place, I want your permak little bit"

"Lo think I'm a dress on the face?"

"Diem could not have been"

Ziva finally resigned when his best friend polished the makeup on his face as he pleased.

"OK done, look at my masterpiece" said Tara while thrusting a glass at Ziva.

"Tumben make up is not rich auntie"

Plaque!

"Anyway, let's unplug it"