My guy's Super
14.Chasing the reporters.

Fahmi pacing\-manders in his room.He sharpens his hearing fixed to his room Nayla no sound whatsoever.

"at what time, he hasn't come home yet" Fahmi said, glancing at the clock on the wall at 12 p.m.

"it should not have left him there, and I brought him home, all right," Fahmi said.

Fahmi uses his power to pour water white cup then drink it.

The elevator door opened, Ferel pushed Nayla out of the elevator door and walked into her room.

Fahmi feels that the arrival of Nayla, he can see with his strength.

Ferel opened the door to Nayla's room and closed it.

Ferel and Nayla get to bed.

"uh, wait, wait," said Nayla.

"Why Nay,,"

"Ferel, open it first," said Nayla.meaning Nayla was open Ferel shoes, he meant another Fahmi that Nayla.

"just a moment, sampe to it just opened,,"

"open Ferel,,"

"just a minute, yeah,,'

"heehh, how hard it is to stay open, ahh, you Ferel," said Nayla annoyed.

"yes, yes, yes, I'm open"

Fahmi suddenly fell tripping over the foot of his bed so that his drinking water splashed onto his face.

Fahmi paced and agitated Nayla.

"it's already half an hour, why are they inside, this hour Ferel hasn't come out, two more with Nayla,"ah, why am I thinking of them, too,,it's up to them to say it's none of my business, either" Fahmi said.

Ferel stepped in to go home.

"hemmmh, when I can make a drink to lose the dizziness of Nayla, but it's not," said Ferel as he left.

Fathan was surprised to see the news today.

"what,, Ka Nayla poured hard water on Netta, wahhh, not really this, you don't believe, you asked Ka Nayla aja deh," said Fathan.

Karin and Ferdy cheered their plan successfully.

"Ka Ferdy, we did it, but how the Netta's face is"

"quietly, but also healed,,"

Hp beeps teasing Nayla's sleep.

"aduuhhh,, bothering people to sleep anyway, who the hell," said Nayla took her cellphone.

"Fathan, he called, he used to be so funny to me," Nayla said as she picked up her phone.

"iih, anyway the boy ranting is not clear early in the morning like a mother-emak collect debts, I am a thug what nyiram Netta uses hard water, nngarang lo,,"

"if you don't believe, please on tv, gossip today, you don't live in the forest or in the cave kak, you live in Jakarta, you don't live in Jakarta,,I can read and hear your news all over the media,,'

"hehh, bawel lo," said Nayla hanging up her phone and barking at her tv, she herself was shocked to see the news.

"what, wahh, this is not really this, this is, this is, this is a mess" said Nayla.

Nayla comes out of her apartment.And steps away.Hp her reads.

"Hallo, Bobby,,"

"Nay, you where Nay, Nayla's wife, the reporter has stormed the apartment, I'm overwhelmed by how evicted," said Boby panicked to see the glass door's banged-up reporter locked Boby.

"me, um, this is coming out,,"

"uhhh, don't come out Nay, it can be bad Nay if you are nongol here, you've been flabby in the room,, spit,,!"

"yes, yes," said Nayla as she ran.

Nayla ran she turned her head on the reporter had appeared chasing her.

"fouh, dead me," said Nayla as she approached her bedroom door and searched for the key in her bag, but her key was missing.

"aduuhh, the key is put where else, the question forgets," said Nayla.Nayla turned to Fahmi's room and knocked on his door.

Fahmi approached his door and opened it.Nayla went straight inside.

"why," Fahmi said as he closed his door.

"Fahmi, help me yes, please permit me while here," said Nayla pleading.

"can't," said Fahmi.

Nayla squats and holds Fahmi's leg.

"Fahmi,please help me, I'm being chased by journalists and they're really scary, really, really, really, really," Nayla said.

Fahmi opens his room door and sees the journalist banging on the door of Nayla's room.Fahmi closes her room door again and walks up like a pocong and approaches Nayla, so Nayla is a little scared with her neck tilted so.

"hoooh, Fahmi,hey,,hey, don't joke dong, this is me being serious" Fahmi said.

"you're the ones joking, they're journalists not ghosts, why should you be afraid," Fahmi said.

"aduuhh, you really don't know about the entertainment world,,"

Fahmi.

"huhh, you know, I'm an artist and they're journalists, if I have a problem they'll cover me and profit for them,,"

"indeed what the hell is your problem, so that journalists are chasing you until it is,,"

"if I tell you what you can understand,,"

the pounding of the reporters grew louder, wanting them to break down the door.

"tu, that's right, it's so scary, try to see again, deh," said Nayla.Fahmi opened her door.Nayla hid under that table.journalists saw Fahmi.

and they asked Fahmi to close the door, the journalist forced in, Fahmi held the door with his strength, so they fell.