Sagaras
The Part 24

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Sagara who was piggybacking on Tata felt that there was another one with a hug of the girl behind him, a little stronger as if tomorrow they would never meet again. But Sagara let because Tata is indeed the only female friend who is close to him.

Until he reached Tata's house, the girl was still at home as if reluctant to go down even though Sagara had rubbed Tata's hand that was coiled on his stomach.

"Why is it so fast?" his complacency is upset and it makes Sagara smile knot.

"It's the same way' it's a feeling, Ta."

Tata even shook his head, whether there was anything with him that clearly he was so reluctant to let go of Sagara.

"Lo why the hell? I'm going home."

There was no reply from Tata but two minutes later he got off the bike of the handsome young man.

"Be careful, never lose again" Tata said.

Initially Sagara was silent then after that he smiled knots then nodded his head.

"Yes, I'm not going anywhere" said Sagara assured.

After Tata entered his house, Sagara also immediately did his big motorbike to his own house, he went home because there were things he wanted to take, but to sleep there or not, he doesn't know yet.

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"Good afternoon, young master," greeted the head of the ministry who took care of Zico's magnificent home.

"Hem, papah come back here?" sagara asked, not only home because for three years papa's father was also often home to one of the Apartments if you want to be alone.

"Large master-,"

"Sagara, are you home?" the familiar voice made the two men turn their heads.

"Yes, there is a shirt I want to take," he replied still in a cold tone when the man who used to be very proud asked with a smile.

"You haven't been home for a long time, sleep here, have dinner together" said Papa Zico, who was ignored by his disappointed son.

Sagara who did not give an answer immediately went up to the top floor by climbing the stairs one by one, he was completely indifferent to the orders of his father.

The room that rarely occupied it now he entered with a slow step. His tall body immediately sat on the edge of the bed as he felt a tremor in his jacket pocket.

"Olla," muttered Sagara who instantly had a small smile on the tip of his lips.

"Hallo, what's up, La?" sagara asked unceremoniously because her chest was now beating great because she hoped that the girl with the backstabber would bring good news for her.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Sagara," said Olla who made Sagara's face like a boiled crab so shame.

"Hehe, Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, what's up Olla?" he asked the young man after he answered his cousin's greetings.

"Huft, the gini-rich ngarep is ustadz's ghost? your dream ah," said Olla who was mocked with a small ruckus.

"Do'ain dong, my sister," replied Sagara who laughed.

"So how? can't you?" ask her to Olla who was asked for help.

"May kok' but you have to promise not to disturb him, there is a time when you can contact Aisyah.

Yes, Aisyah Naura who is now not only the person but the girl's mobile number has become the target of Sagara.

" Yes, as long as there I know when he leaves and returns home," said Sagara as if he already knew the veiled woman.

"Good, and beware that until you tempt him too" Olla said.

"Yes, just calm down, okay, what's the number?"

"Relatedly? you can be trusted, right?

" Oh my goodness! not really believing it," Sagara sneered at Olla who seemed hesitant.

"Ok, give me an excuse for what will you call him???" ask Olla.

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For me HALAL..