12 FORMER
PART. 6 MY LEON
That guy, I think he's a good lumanyan matured too. Smiling at her own grin considering she mimicked my style of speech.
Hihihi is funny too.
Outside the terrace, bright lights reflected off the surging pool water. Attracting my attention to witness the beauty that arises literally.
Sliding porch glass door, inhaling night air that slit the nape, creeping quickly touched the fur – fine fur skin of my arm.
HATCHLICK!
“Not sleeping?”
Shocked, forcibly surprised. WO! Apparently there are people. I thought I was just standing here alone.
“What's wrong?” wide-eyed saw him shake a long convex glass wobble with a stalk underneath containing a red-colored drink, while occasionally inhaling the distinctive aroma of red wine before gnawing it out little by little. A bottle of "Vinsanto 20" was on the table with two empty wine glasses.
“Sit down,” her door patted the seat pad next to where she was sitting.
My wet hair was still not dry, I stepped over, sitting right next to it. “Waaa, beautiful!” my head looked up at the stars scattered among the dark sky.
He did not comment, but drank. The glass is empty now. Without turning her head she said, “It turns out there, that stupid girl who let her boyfriend cheat with another woman,” smiled mockingly.
“Hei! Did you say!” my call does not accept.
“are you drunk?” tanyaku squinted.
He looked, staring. “No, I just drank a little.”
I don't think he's lying, both of his eyelids still look bright.
“Are you talking about me?” aska.
He turned away a haughty face, deliberately dodging my question.
“Can I drink?”
“No, later you can get drunk,” he remembers me politely.
No matter what, I grabbed the bottle that was still full. Chugging it in seconds. Maybe I'm starting to go crazy spending half the drink in a bottle alone.
The man grabbed the bottle from my hand, the water that could not be splashed on the T – Shirt and his shirt, causing red spots, wet marks.
“Stop! Are you crazy?” he yelled at me angry.
His hands are rough. “Release!” sentakku. He took off his hand, sat back down as before.
A speck of tears began to wet the cheek, falling slowly from the pooled eye patch, I blushed. I try to stop crying. I don't want to be seen in front of other people. Especially the person I don't know is sitting next to me right now.
I covered my face with both palms, – meetings.
“Hey, are you crying?” his hand touched my shoulder, rubbing worry. “please don't cry. Sorry if my words are outrageous,” he said really sorry.
I wiped my tears bitter. “Hiks .. I know. I'm a stupid woman, easily tricked by them. I was stupid. You idiot! Stupid!” I said cursing to myself, my voice sounding indistinctly sinking between sobs.
“Am I wrong? I just want to live a normal life,” I said trembling, starting to digress.
Spontaneous turned her head looking at him cynically with eyes that were still watery. “Yes, normal. Marrying. Have children. That's my dream," my hands rubbed again the tears that had dripped.
“I'm bored. Living like this. Every day should be forced to smile, play in front of everyone. Not to mention ngadepin people – people are not clear. Insulted. Swindled. Harassed. I'm tired!” I said down sad.
Unexpectedly, his large palm patted – gently pats my back. Secuil. Yeah, something that made me miss the almost extinct feeling of my life.
Arrived – arrived he pinched my right cheek angrily.
“Auch! Oi! What are you doing?” I hit his arm pissed off.
Smile knots slanted from his lips. “Smiling dong! Your eyes are like pandas,” his banter mocked.
Seeing her smile makes me smile. “You are," I said patting her shoulder slumped.
“NgG! If I may ask, where do you know the same _ Who is it. Your boyfriend's name,” he said asking lured me to continue the story.
“Leon!” answer's short.
He took a seat, facing me. Lean on the arm of the sofa, next to the leg bent over the sofa. “Yes, Leon. Tell me,” the door was straightforward.
Leon Arkea, call him Leon. A newbie in the world 'intertainment. Cute, tall, white, got a nice body. Well, my ideal is the same type.
That afternoon I was filming a chase soap opera airing in a residential area. Arrived – arrived the crew of another crew running around in a row – gopoh carrying cameras and equipment approached to where I was sitting waiting on a park bench while reading a book.
I still remember that day, the shirt I wore: a pink long-sleeved blouse with cream-colored chino trousers on the part of the sponsor.
Suddenly – suddenly appeared the shadow of someone standing right in front of me blocking the afternoon sun that was shining scorching stinging body.
Spontan looked up – looked at the figure who first thrust a large bouquet of white roses at me. I gawked, glued for a moment and said, “Make me?” my friend pointed at himself.
He smiled, very handsome even. “Can’t I be your boyfriend?” he said it sounded so melodious in the ears like a swirling whisper of the devil hypnotizing the heart.
Inevitably I also reply, “Sure.”
Throwing away without thinking first with a perfect smile on the lips.
That's one of my weaknesses : most can not refuse the same name “cowok ganteng”.
Huf!
If viewed longer ....
Nih, guys seem to be 75% more handsome than Leon. His real face was half covered in a mask.
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