Alarico
Sixty seven

Syera and Alarico went down when a motorcyclist parked beside a foreign car near his father's car opened his ful face helmet.

Showing his curly hair and handsome face, Rayanza has a different look but, Syera never forgets that face.

Rayanza who changed his appearance did not make Alarico surprised and was silent looking at him flat towards Rayanza Syera walked slowly when Rayanza's head tilted to the left where Syera walked closer beside Alarico.

Alarico looked at Rayanza flatly and glanced sideways.

Syera immediately clenched her hidden hand in the sling of her book.

Without glancing towards Rayanza who was already nearby and glancing at Alarico's face beside him as it was strong, Syera hardened and her right foot steps wider and passed by.

Like an indifferent wind passing through them bertiha a blue skirt of Syera as if surging with the steps of Syera widened past the two men with flat faces.

Rayanza immediately pursed her lips and slowly the thin smile was gone and her gaze led to Alarico looking at Syera away from her and Rayanza.

Sera's steps stopped in front of the terrace stairs while looking at the two men and staring intently at Alarico.

A smile of victory that is very sneaky as well as underestimating his opponent in front of him. At that instant Alarico walked over intentionally nudging Rayanza's shoulder.

Climb the stairs with Alarico without any regard for Rayanza.

Syera and Alarico went inside when Alarico's grandmother and grandfather were there.

Rayanza also brought the parents and they were next to Syera's parents who were sitting next to Alarico's grandmother.

Syera immediately froze instantly, only he felt that if the living room air that many eyes also people looked at him very intimidating and took all the oxygen for Syera did not even give Syera time to breathe even a little, even though it was a little, their gazes were piercingly sharp.

"Alarico." The firm voice of the grandfather interrupted the granddaughter at once Alarico turned around.

Before long Rayanza came in and smiled very politely and kindly.

Three heads of the family were in this room at the same time that Grandma Alarico's grandfather who had arrived suddenly became the mediator between the two families.

"You're a girl who has nothing to do with this house, why would you want to stay in this house, son?" The grandmother asked the girl in black long pasmina hijab and long covered clothes instead of a robe.

"I don't know because I was just asked to but, I don't say anything in this house, I even asked to come out but, it's always forbidden."

Alarico's grandmother nodded and looked at the dudum husband beside Rayanza's father.

"Why don't you just refuse?" he said repeating his grandmother's question but, the grandfather's version.

"I was banned by Alarico, he said danger and many other reasons he said criminals are also many out there," Syera replied still with nervousness. Syera tried hard not to look embarrassing even though her hands tremor.

"Shera you know a house with a man who is not his mahram even though there is his mother and you do nothing, Hem.

Syera immediately wavered and stared at everything.

"You've got a Fiancee, and your Fiancee came to pick you up if you still deserve to be with her Grandma can't go too far to push you with the decision to choose Alarico but, uh, she said, if you see from a few days you live here it also can not be said right," said the grandmother told Syera.

Everyone listening is still focused on Syera.

Syera looked down not knowing what to say but, why everything seems to be wrong.

Alarico was willing to act instantly in the hands of his mother and father.

"Look, son" the mother whispered.

Rayanza wanted to go berserk but, her parents also held her back.