
The days continued as usual, Ran was healed as usual. Until now Rania has not run her plan back, she waits until the right time.
Currently he is riding his bike to go home with a small hum, after the incident the other day, Juno and his friends have not seen the trunk of his nose again, rumors circulated they moved cities and were hired by the rich, but I don't know if the news is true or not. But for sure, Rania is very happy because from today at least she does not need to feel scared anymore when she comes home at night.
"I've got my first paycheck, I'll buy groceries and make food for the boy, he'll be happy" he murmured with a smile.
Rania stopped at one of the mini markets to buy groceries. When he finished, he came out. As he was about to get back on his bike, across the road the car stopped, a man and a woman came down from inside.
It turned out that it was Arkan and Gwen, "hmph them again," said Rania lazy, but still feeling cocky, annoyed because her ex-husband was still playing with her affair. However, tucked in a curiousity tickled her heart, making Rania stay in place.
Yuck...Arkan vomits on the sidewalk and Gwen appears to be helping him.
"Sister, are you okay?" He asked, with his body slightly bent and hands touching Arkan's shoulders.
"Don't touch me!" His face was still crouching in the same place.
Rania was a little surprised, should Arkan's attitude not be so right?
"Sister, I just want to help" he added, his face looking sad.
Arkan raised his palm without turning his head, "enough, I don't want your help," he said loudly.
Arkan got up, he staggered. His hands rest on a car that is always faithful waiting for the owner to drive it.
Gwen persisted in wanting to help, even though Arkan continued to refuse. "I told you, stay away from me. Don't you ever touch me." His hand brushed off Gwen's hand.
Rania turns her eyes away, mixed feelings, between annoyance and anger but she is also happy that Arkan hates the seductress. He always approached Arkan for various reasons.
Arkan turned, he realized on the street that Rania was looking at his quarrel with Gwen, "hey you, come here," he called, his hands waving.
Rania looked around, looking for the person Arkan was calling, afraid that the call was not for her. "Yes, you." Arkan made it clear he said.
'Damn, I should have left earlier, ' Rania lamented inwardly.
With the feeling of being forced to walk closer, she stopped at a distance of a few steps, but Arkan pulled her up to a distance they were close enough, "let me go home," he said, his voice sounded raucous following the pungent smell of alcohol.
"Why do you trust this woman more than I do, sister?! I'm your cousin's sister, and your friend?!" Gwen stared in disbelief.
"Because, Allea doesn't believe you."
Degs...Degs... Rania was glued to the spot, Arkan's answer was so shocking, it turned out that she still remembered the long-gone Allea.
"Allea again, Allea again. He's dead, brother, why do you remember that woman, look at me. I've always been here for you." Said Gwen, with the intonation of the voice slightly raised.
'Sadly, now that he no longer wants to pretend anymore it turns out, the basis of ******!' rutuk Rania in heart, but the look in her eyes could not hide her hatred towards Gwen, she quickly looked away, afraid that if one of them noticed her facial expression.
"Don't ever say that again. Or, I'll forget about our relationship, past or present. Come on, take me home" she pulled Rania's hand back and forced her into the car.
"Hey wait! What about my bike and my groceries?" Pekik Rania, she was struggling to get out again.
"Hey sir, please bring the groceries on the bike," Arkan ordered a man from the mini market who happened to come out to dispose of the garbage.
"Okay sir, wait a minute" the middle-aged man placed the trash can he was carrying in place with Rania's white swipe bag, "this is Mister."
"Thank you sir, sorry for the trouble. I put the bike here, tomorrow there will be a take," Arkan said as he grabbed the bag from the father's hand.
"Hey, that's my bike why you're the one who's chatty," Rania said.
"Okay sir" replied the father, glancing at Rania and Gwen alternately.
"It's a little compensation, for the commotion I caused, sorry before." He handed some paper money to the man. Turns out drunk, Arkan still remains conscious and behaves as he should.
The father did not accept, then he said, "no need, it's normal for a young couple, we understand him," the father smiled.
'Huh, meaning?' rania's forehead shriveled.
"No papa, let's just say it's for his bike care costs." Arkan continued to force and cram the money into the palm of the father.
"Well, thank you, sir." The father looked happy, while Arkan was walking around his car staggering, he just raised his palm in response.
"Sister, when I'm in living here alone?" Gwen reacted again, after a moment of silence.
"There's a lot of taxis passing by, you go home by yourself." Strictly speaking, it cannot be denied.
He was about to get inside the door of the next car, but for some reason he pulled it off and instead walked back to where it was, he opened the door of the car that Rania was sitting in.
"Hey, why are you sitting here?" Rania asked, she was forced to shift her seat because Arkan forced her to sit beside him. He did not answer, he threw Rania's groceries into the back seat first.
"This is my car, I sit wherever it's my right" he replied.
"That's not what I mean, if you're sitting here driving who?"
"You."
"I? Why should I?"
"Because I was drunk. How can a drunk person drive a car, unless you are tired of living, I am happy to take you with me to visit the afterlife" he said calmly, his hands folded on his chest.
Rania clucked in annoyance, with her forced to switch seats behind the wheel, 'I haven't driven my own car in a long time, can I still?' inner Rania, her mind was a little worried, but she still tried it.
The car drove at medium speed, although still rigid but Rania can still drive it smoothly. Arkan was seen closing his eyes, but Rania was sure he was not sleeping at all.
"Master, aren't you worried about leaving your girlfriend alone on the streets?" Rania opens her voice, she wants to know what kind of feeling Arkan has for Gwen.
"He's not my girlfriend." Answer Arkan is still in the same position with his eyes closed.
"Not a girlfriend, is it?" Rania slightly sneered, how can not be called a boyfriend, several times Rania had caught them together, hugged and comforted each other.