12 FORMER
PART. 4 P3B ... WHERE HUH?
Arrive in the hotel lobby area. My gaze was startled by the appearance that came across me, his shoulder unintentionally nudging my shoulder hard.
Wait up! Isn't that guy?
Shocked in surprise, looking full. “LEON!” yell loudly. The owner of the name immediately turned his head - staring.
“Nesya!” the pekik is no less surprised.
(Caught off guard) I watched with my own eyes, the man I dated 5 months ago, currently holding hands with a woman.
Thick make up decorate a tapered face between prominent cheekbones blushing blush on pink baby. The flat yellow skin and the shape of the turning eye indicate that he is typical of ASIANS. Waist straight hair striped blonde to bule - bulean.
Black satin dress tightly wrapped around the knee, red chili lipstick coloring thick lips widened. Impressed menor ....
This eyeball shines both nanar as if a line of red laser light came out of the pupil, able to hole the skin of their bodies both.
“Who is he?” my ask him jerked furiously.
He moved about to approach, but prevented by the woman next to him, the woman's hand was writhing spoiled on my man's arm.
Yeah, he's my "man. Archaea Leon. A model, a singer is also a presenter who is in the same world as me. Intertainment ....
The man who always kept me waiting. Every date, she's always late for a thousand reasons. Many times – times I believe all the words – sweet words that are thrown slippery from his mouth. Maybe I'm 'stupid', easy to care about by men.
“Dia ... only friends,” the answer is doubtful - doubt, hide something.
“Hagh! A fella? Then, that kiss. Are you playing me? Who is he?” his jolt of anger won't accept, “Leon, let's go!” take her forcibly - drag my man's arm away.
“Nesya, I'll call,” the message before leaving went past from before me.
My gaze tailed until his figure was right – completely disappeared at a crossroads. You fucking asshole!
My anger arrived – arrived peaking. The surge in the chest as if rumbling overflowing – overflow, it really is. Why am I always so unlucky in terms of "boyfriends".
I took a deep breath, my face turned gloomy in an instant without noticing the presence of the man standing glued next to me, watching the short footage of soap opera drama that I once had.
I turned to face him and said, “NgG! Sorry ... You have to see this,” stammered (wrong behavior), no longer know what to say.
I rolled my eyes while nodding slowly. When I will take steps. “O, yes. I forgot!” my sergeant suddenly remembered something.
“What?”
My view is down, “I .. not staying here. So P3K box - its?” I folded my lips in, embarrassed.
The man grunted slowly. “Let me ask the receptionist," he said stepping inside the lobby. Seen from afar his injured arm, opened gaping with blood still seeping out. The end of his shirt was full of patches of dried blood.
5 Minutes later ....
He returned with a P3K box in hand.
“Follow me to the room,” take her flat without expression.
“Room?” I'm so sorry I repeated the word. A trace of bad thoughts loomed in my cerebellum.
He smiled in amazement at me. “Why? Are you scared?”
I glanced the other way, avoiding direct eye contact with her. “Not ...” I replied wryly, resigned.
“Good. Follow me.” He pulled my wrist. Gawking, a little forcing me to go with him.
Walking through a row of white houses with limestone material really caught my attention. Occasionally climb some stairs.
We arrived in a 60-square-meter room with different built-in furniture each room, visible from an open glass balcony door, a terrace featuring views of the Aegean high seas.
"MOM!" pekiknya pain. "Slow down –," he said *childish.
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