
"So here you're hiding?" tristan said while circulating his gaze around. Ara instantly got up and cleared her body from the ground.
"What are you doing here, Tristan?" ara asked in shock. Nothing in his shadow this man appeared at this moment, here. When she was in uniform mothers to the fields.
Tristan's eyeballs moved towards this girl.
"Tristan?" asked Tristan who felt Ara's calling was a little different.
"Ah, sorry. Why did you come here, sir?" repeat Ara who knows what Tristan means. He looked at Ara carefully.
"It's your uniform at home for real." Ara grimacing. He knew that he was currently in a state of chaos. In addition to being upset because of Tristan, he is also working hard mode.
"Sad. To be honest if you want to mock. His name is also to the field, must wear clothes like this. Not wearing a dress. Hey, whoa. You haven't answered my question. Why are you in this place?"
"Just passing by" replied Tristan of origin.
"It can't be just passing by sir. The distance of this field by the great road was not close. There's no way you just happened to appear here!" Ara rose blood.
"Of course I'm not just passing by, Ara. I came specifically to look for you!" Now Tristan's tone is also high. Ara gnashing.
"Searching me?"
"Yes. There's no way I'm deliberately coming to this country in the middle of nowhere for a picnic" Tristan said furiously. Ara thinned her lips and was silent. "I'm picking you up Ara."
"Why pick me up? I'm not on a picnic, I'm coming home. Go home to my parents, sir." Ara said slowly.
"You're running away. Escape from the unfinished."
"Sorry about the internship. I talked to Grandpa."
"Aren't you asking if I'm okay or not, Ara?" tristan asked with a sad face.
"You're wrong. I'm not okay Ara. These few days I've always tried to refrain from looking for you. I'll have to make sure of a place for you to come if I pick you up. I'm not okay. Just trying to be strong" Tristan said grievously.
Ara was puzzled by her suddenly sad mood. Hands clenched.
"Bad shouldn't have come here. Grandpa would be confused if he knew we were meeting again. Poor him is old."
"You feel more sorry for Grandpa than I do?"
"That's ... I don't need to pity you. This man is too perfect to be pitied. Rich and handsome. The only one who deserves to be pitied here is me. I am a poor man." Ara tried to calm the atmosphere which would make her eyes water. He doesn't want to cry.
"It's free to be rich and handsome if I get you alone I can't." Ara's ears are flushed. She's happy. Tristan trying to get it?
"Mr should go home and not come here. We can't be together anymore. Let alone playing the charade like yesterday."
"I don't want to play Ara. I don't want a charade. I bring seriousness. Seriously to love you!" tristan exclaimed making his body hotter, hotter because of Tristan's burning words.
I can falter. I can hold her right now if this is so. That can't be.
Ara looked up wanting to say something, but upon seeing Tristan's reddish face due to the heat Ara immediately pulled on this man's arm.
"Don't stand in the hot sun, without the headgear, sir." Ara took this man to shelter in the hut that was there.
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