Sagaras
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In the morning, Sagara who was asleep at the door woke up when the butler came.

He who felt his body ache all tried to wake up even though it felt very difficult.

"Master," said a confused butler.

"Aisha's not out yet?" ask Sagara.

"No, Mister. Breakfast was ready from thirty minutes ago."

"Hem, yes."

Sagara woke up after he felt much better even though his head was still very heavy he felt. He got up and stood up and helped until his body could be balanced.

"Aish, let's have breakfast first huh, you're up yet, sweetie?" sagara asked in front of the door while knocking slowly. But five minutes of waiting there was no answer at all from the woman who was still sulking at him.

"Yes, I went to the room first, I wanted to take a shower and after that I'll go to Marcel's house, I'll find out who dares to disturb the tranquility of our household," said Sagara, who was all alone because he was impatient to drag the person in front of Aisyah.

"You don't forget breakfast, I don't want you to get sick, I love you, Ayesha."

Sagara smiled as he tearfully, he could not imagine how painful it would be to become Aisyah now.

And Sagara is determined to quickly solve everything. He misses his wife now. Do not let there be a parting word among those who have just sipped the sweet honey of love in the household ark.

"Please prepare breakfast for him, My wife will not go out so just bring him here" Sagara said before returning to his room.

It is not not love, it's just that sometimes someone does need time to be alone and Sagara understands it. While waiting for Aisyah to recover from her pain she will not stay still, Sagara will go to clear the storm of her marriage.

In the room, Sagara immediately took a bath and he did not want to see his own body. Aisyah is now so disgusted because she herself feels the same way. Sagara deliberately let it be for today as proof if he has been harassed by someone.

"Well, is it Marcel?" muttered Sagara who then shook his head quickly.

"No! he's normal and I know it!" again who then took a rough breath.

"Well, what's the guy say?"

Sagara who remembers just keeps turning his brain to find out who he has to finish now because it has succeeded in hurting his wife.

Do not want to linger long finally Sagara quickly tidied himself, he deliberately wear a shirt to easily show Marcel later. Only one of his friends was the first to give him an explanation as he picked up his car that the young man was carrying.

Out of his private room, Sagara returned to the room where Aisyah was hiding to stay away. Although there is no answer but at least he has permission to go where and meet who to misunderstand no longer disturb Aisyah's mind which certainly is still chaotic.

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Sagara went by in between by a private driver because the car was at Marcel's house, because he did not want to bother especially his head was also pulsing violently this time, this time, hungry stomach alone lost with curiosity because he wanted to quickly meet his friend.

Marcel lives alone in a luxury boarding house not far from the capital. If Sagara is heartbroken because in the stay of the other Mama is the case with Marcel who must swallow a bitter pill if he is the son of his second wife who is a businessman. Be he now chooses to live alone so that his life is much calmer even though in fact it is more free and loose without the attention of parents. In fact, Sagara has often remembered for his return home because after all Marcel is much better than him who still has complete parents.

Over forty-five minutes, Sagara arrived at his friend's residence. He asked the driver to go home because he had seen the car and the big motorcycle Marcel was in the parking lot and it was a sign that the young man was in his room.

Sagara entered as he could, he reported first to the security guard in the front post, he said, although only a row of restroom rooms but security and cleanliness can be thumbs up because the people who live there are students and office workers.

Sagara went up to the second floor with ordinary stairs because the building was indeed three floors and each floor was different in size, Sagara's footsteps were so fast that he spelled in room number seven.

He who knocked on the door five times finally opened it. Marcel popped his head and was startled as he looked at Sagara who had come this early.

"Are you aware?" ask Marcel while opening the door wider so that Sagara can go inside.

"Udah, there is a very important matter of the same cave lo," said Sagara seriously while opening one by one the buttons of his shirt

"Heh, what do you want?" marcel asked frantically, he who only wore a thin and short boxer immediately hid the core of his body with his own hands.

"Don't be crazy! I don't feel the same way! I'm coming here and I want it to be the same, who is it?" ask Sagara in a high tone. Marcel who was drunk and woke up had to be much closer if he wanted to take a serious look.

"Gile! who makes this big big? belom can be sure, less professional is still amateurs," ledek Marcel who directly throw pillows by Sagara

"Serious cave! who's this make?" ask Sagara again.

"Well, how do I know. Why are you the same as me?!" oceh Marcel who doesn't know what.

"Ok, now tell me, how did you first meet me, let's tell a little story!" pinta Sagara, much faster is not better so that he can quickly go home too.

"So gini, last night, fitting the cave again kiss the same new girl I arrived there Waiters came to see me and he said that there was a friend of mine who was drunk in the car white color place in the parking lot Club from there's a confused cave to whose cave? because of curiosity and worry, finally the cave out of the Club to go directly to the parking lot and there is only one car white color and that cave knows very well if it's your car, lo, samperin cave and true you are not self-conscious and finally I take you home. I just knew that, '" explained Marcel

"Keep telling the waiters to tell me who it is?" sagara asked increasingly curious because this seems really on purpose as if Sagara was trapped in his own car.

"Well, how do I know!"

"Now I ask, how is the story you can pass out in the car? waiters said lo mabok but I don't smell alcohol at all," asked Marcel who was curious, as a barber of course he knew and could distinguish then he said if Sagara actually fainted.