WITH YOU, ME AND MY HEART

WITH YOU, ME AND MY HEART
7


Julia was sitting in a chair backstage.


When he noticed his shoelaces were released then intend to tidy up his. But he had not had time to finish it, arrived - suddenly fingers and arms that looked stocky contained thrusting a bottle of cold mineral water in front of him. Julia was surprised by this.


'' Whose hand is this....?'' Inner Julia.


Julia looked at the arm, up and up she saw a wide chest and made the buttons of the shirt she was wearing as if unable to hold her muscles.


Julia raised her head, she watched the figure in front of her closely.


'' Do I know you?'' Julia said to the man.


'' I'm sorry miss introduce... Hero Gunawan...'' Said the man extending his hand to the gadia in front of him.


With doubt Julia returned the hand of the Wira. '' I'm.....''.


Julia had not yet finished her sentence, Wira had already said something.


'' Julia....'' Wira Sahut


'' How do you know my name?'' Tanya Julia investigated.


'' Girl as beautiful as you, where there might be people who do not know miss....'' Answer Hero.


'' Really?'' Julia asked back with an expression of disbelief. But Wira just nods her head answering a question from Julia.


'' Don't worry miss. I also work here...'' Said Wira making Julia expression as modest as relief. Of course Julia was afraid that the disguise she was doing would be known to people.


'' O...yeah... I never saw you, you work in what part....?'' Julia said astonished.


'' But I see you often, miss.....'' Wira replied that Julia was scratching her head.


'' Well because we work together here means we're friends, right? so just call me Julia...'' Julia said.


'' Friend...? Even I want more than that...'' Inner Hero.


'' All right.. miss Julia... emh ...maksutku Julia...'' Wira said a little jokingly aware that Julia was waiting to reply to her speech.


Discussion took place between them. Sometimes laughter accompanies their conversation.


It seems that Wira successfully made their first meeting that was very on purpose to be memorable.


Even they no longer pay attention to the traffic of people around them with his busyness.


Of course Julia was happy because she had a new friend there. Julia did not sit in the front seat.


He knew for sure that his father was also a confidant - his father's confidants would be on this show. Julia chose to be behind the scenes.


When Wira feels this time is safe, she deliberately splashes the drinking water that is in her gang spill on the trousers used by Julia.


'' Oh. I'm sorry Julia.... '' Said the Hero with an anxious expression.


'' Ah it's okay, it's just that I seem to have to go home...'' Julia said.


'' Waduh can fail my plan if Julia comes home.I can not show off Julia in front of my friends...'' Inner Hero.


'' Um... Julia....didn't you consider me your friend?'' Wira asked Julia, and the girl nodded her head.


At first Julia tried hard to refuse the request of Wira to change her wet clothes. But over time, Julia finally agreed to the request of the Hero.


Now Wira took the girl in a boutique not far from where the event took place. Wira asked the boutique owner who is his friend, to change Julia's clothes with the most expensive dress there.


Actually Julia does not want to wear it but the owner of the boutique continues to force Julia, because if Julia does not wear the shirt then she will feel guilty to the Wira who is her best friend.


Julia came out of the dressing room with a pink sleeveless dress attached so beautifully to Julia's body. This adds to the grace Julia emanates so dazzling to anyone who sees her.


The hero who was in the waiting room turned to the girl who was walking and standing in front of her. His eyes glared unblinking and almost almost a slightly viscous clear liquid came out from between his gaping lips.


''Awas Wira netes... he..he joking yes reader'' Author.


'' Perfect....'' Mumbled slowly.


Of course he didn't waste a chance. The hero gave her an arm so that Julia held her arm towards the event inside the building.


'' Ehem.. You see your shoes are so high, I don't want you to fall. It will hurt me....'' Sedu Wira so that Julia wants to hold her arm.


Julia accepts Wira's offer to hold her arm and they walk towards the building.


Outside the building there were so many people, men or women, waiting for the event to start.


'' Are you going to help me? In return for what I did.. he .. he....'' Said Wira laughing cunningly.


'' Sickness... You .. said friend....?''Answer Julia.


'' Just a little, if later I introduce you to my friends as my girlfriend you smile enough. Come on please...'' Pinta Wira.


'' All right but we're even?'' Julia asked, and Wira nodded her head slowly. They walked towards the crowd of people there.


'' Hi....'' Say hello to some of the men who were talking in front of them. Of course they looked towards that voice.


'' Hiya... Bro... Who's the girl you brought... ?'' Answer one of them in his distinctive style. The style bias of children - children of the rich and entrepreneurs is so.


'' This is Julia my lover...'' Answer the Hero with pride. Julia just smiled hearing that.


'' You sly man....'' Inner Julia.


When someone wanted to greet Julia's hand, Wira brushed it off and said, ''Keep your dirty hand away from my girl, my holy gadia can get germs if she shakes hands with you....''


''Just want to hold and kiss my girl's hand...'' Inner Hero.


'' Stingy policy...'' The man's heart.


'' Honey .... Are you thirsty? Let's go over there for a drink...'' The word Wira pointed to a long table full of food and drinks, while Julia only returned with a smile.


When they arrived at the place they were headed, Julia felt that her current position was very unsafe. Julia decided to go to the toilet first to avoid the crowd.


Because of the rush, Julia almost hit someone who just came out of the toilet. They were equally surprised and looked at each other.


'' Sorry.....'' The man said while Julia continued her steps which were not going to the toilet but to the back door.


The man shrugged his shoulders, a sign of not understanding what was happening and passed back to the event.