BLACK CAT
Tigor VS Wulan

Housing Block B lake princess.

After dropping off his sister Rio with Mr. Harianja from a distance, Tigor chose to return home and his plan was to go to sleep. Because of these three nights he's been constantly sleep deprived.

Looking at the wall clock which at that time showed at 11 before noon, without wasting any more time, Tigor immediately put his body on the mattress.

Maybe too tired or too sleepy, until it does not feel that this is already at 4 pm. Tigor's phone rang more than ten times. Perhaps because the housekeeper did not dare to wake Tigor who slept like a dead man.

Kriy...!

Kriy...!

For the umpteenth time Tigor's phone rang.

"Hello..!"

Finally, lazily, Tigor answered the call.

"Tigoooo...! Where're you? Look how many times I've called you! What time is it? You don't mess with Gor! Tell me where are you now?!"

Tigor gasped at the sound of the caller who turned out to be the Wulan.

With a slight stutter he replied as well.

"I'm sorry Lan. I overslept." Answer Tigor.

"Say where are you right now?!"

"I'm at Block B of lake princess. Remember when you drove the car Martin bought from your father? I'm in the same house." Answer Tigor.

"good. I'll come right now. I happened to be in a cafe by the bridge." Wulan said then ended the call.

"So damn fuckin' dickin' shit." Tigor's curse in my heart.

"Oh car. The car must be hidden. If the drop-in guy knows that it's my car, it could be a long affair." Said Tigor hurriedly running forward to get his car into the garage.

*

The white Acura NSX sports car stops right in front of a three-story house in Block B of the princess lake.

From the car came out a pretty girl who had a fierce face and looked very domineering and like intimidating was in a hurry to step foot into the house owned by Tigor.

Without further ado and ba bi bu, he just kept barging in while shouting.

"Tigoooooor...!"

"Woy Tigooor bodat. Where are you?" call the girl with my eyes looking here and there.

"Save a little with that voice! I'm not deaf."

The sound of a voice coming from behind made the woman a little surprised.

"You! Aih.., why tangle your face times?" Ask the girl.

"I fell asleep earlier. That's why my face is like this." Answer Tigor.

"A collapsed building isn't as bad as your face."

"Why? Are you ashamed to take me? Yes, just go by yourself!" Tigor cuek.

"Heh lackey! The uglier your face is, the more I like it. His name is also lackey. Remember yes! You're just in charge of carrying my stuff. Later there you will be my personal servant. When I need something, you'll get it. Understood?!" Wulan said with a snarled nozzle made Tigor growl half-dead.

"After you are. Than a bump." Tigor said while shrugging his shoulders.

"Terseraaaaah Tigoooooor.....! Not as bad." Jerit Wulan sewot.

"Yes, I was gonna say that was me. But it won't."

"Eh, soon we'll be late. I have to shop at the boutique and buy you decent clothes and pants. Your face must also be putty to let it smirk." Wulan said while pulling Tigor's hand.

"Sendals. I'll take my sandals first." Tigor.

"no need. We don't have much time." Wulan said as she continued to pull Tigor's hand.

Tigor's heart sighed at the sight of such an extremely miserable appearance.

Just imagine that he had to follow where Wulan went with chicken feet alias without sandals let alone shoes.

"Mak. Shame on me when I'm bah." Said Tigor muttering.

"Courtesy. You wait here. I'll try on a dress. You'll help me judge." Wulan said while picking out some dresses and taking her into the dressing room.

Shortly after that Wulan came out wearing a dress that did not know what his name was and stood in front of Tigor.

"What do you think Gor?" Ask Wulan.

"Hmmm.., pretty perfect. White, smooth and level." Tigor.

Tok....!

"duuuhu. Crazy you are. Why pin my head?" Tigor asked as he rubbed his affected head against Wulan's face.

"I asked her what dress I was wearing. It's yellow, what's white, smooth and level?" Wulan asked increasingly irritated.

"Oh yes yes. Kirain that one."

"You!!! Aiii... You're so sorry Gor!" Wulan said as she pointed towards Tigor's nose.

"You're wrong, too. Buy that shirt that is finished in sewing. Why buy clothes that lack this material." Tigor.

"This is the trend of Gor today!!! How do you know. You're usually poor." Answer Wulan.

"If you show off the limbs that you consider the trend today, goats are caged much more trend. He doesn't wear clothes at all." Tigor said as he pleased.

The deg...!

"Damn this poor man. His words are so bad. Why do I like this Tigor so much?" Wulan said in his heart.

"Lane. You're still a long time, aren't you? I'll buy some sandals for a second." Tigor.

"My company was Gor. Which dress do you think is right for me to wear?" Ask Wulan.

"This is good Lan." Tigor said while showing a dress that was not too minimal and had a skirt far below the knees.

"Yes already. After this I'll have you pick a shirt that suits you. Which one do you like Gor?" Ask Wulan. This time her tone was much softer.

"Depends on your money's strength." Answer Tigor.

"Hey rat! You don't measure my wallet. This boutique and its contents I can buy without blinking. This Princess Lilah. Car agent from Dolok." Wulan said proudly.

"It's about you that you're the car salesman's son. To the extent that your face wants you putty." Tigor said while standing up and then chose a dark blue shirt and levis jeans.

After finishing changing clothes, Tigor immediately came out of the room and waddled like a super model in front of a mirror glass while muttering, "Oh God. Forgive your servant if you are arrogant. But it's true that I feel very handsome." Tigor said that Wulan bought his eyes.

"I've never met a man whose veins have been broken since birth like you." Wulan.

"Even if you say it like that, at least be honest with yourself that in the beginning we met first, you fell in love with me. Aren't you?" Tigor said as he brought his lips closer to Wulan's ears.

Dag dig dug disco Wulan's heart heard a whisper from Tigor just now. But all his strength he denied and pushed Tigor's body away even though his heart said that Tigor was very handsome and quite machoo although never sane.

"You paid for my shirt and pants. Then, buy me louis vuitton shoes. I want those shoes." Tigor said seductively.

"Damn you Tigor. Who do you think you are? The shoes cost over a hundred million. You're crazy, right?" Jerk Wulan.

"That means your money power is just a figment of my thumb. You are just like the women from the lower classes. Already have. I'm just kidding. Where can you buy me those shoes" said Tigor.

"Why are you a matre? Who are you?"

"Me?, I'm your lackey. I'm not matre. I just want to measure how deep your purse purse is said to be able to buy this boutique and its contents without blinking." Tigor sneered.

"You. You're.. Iii....."

Wulan's anger has reached the crown at this time. He was completely exhausted by Tigor.