90 Days Missing You's

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YO! #3

Every now and then, I glanced at him. It's hard to believe Max is here. Grasping my hand tightly. Embracing my waist. I wonder, is this a dream? Or, the break up yesterday was what a dream?

I pinched him a few times and Max complained. That's a sign that all this is really happening, isn't it? From my abduction, that salon, this red dress, and the high heels Max just bought were all real, right?

Not that I'm not grateful, but if this is a dream, please—anyone please wake me up. And, if this is not a dream—Oh, no! I stared at the butut clock on the wrist which showed it at 16:30.

"Max, borrow your phone. I forgot to tell Laura and Leonhart about my departure. What if the two of them couldn't handle the crowded cafe? Geez, why am I being so selfish?" Panic crawled when I thought the cafe rating might go down because there was an underserved table.

"Nope! They should be able to handle the cafe issue, haven't Laura and Leonhart worked with you for three years?"

"Please, Max. At least let me tell you that I'm with you, or they're gonna call the police thinking I'm kidnapped."

"You did I kidnap, Yu." Max's grin expanded so wide that it made my face meet.

"Max!" The man snorted and rolled his eyes. Reluctantly, he pulled out the iPhone 11 Pro and thrust it at me. I grinned widely as I said, "Ma'aci, Max."

"Oh, my God, you're 26 years old and still a child." Max rubbed his face.

I turned around, then dialed the cafe's phone number. The connection at the end there instantly lifted even before the waiting tone sounded. "Yes? Kema—"

"Leonhart? I'm sorry I left suddenly from the cafe. I'm with Max, so don't worry. Please keep the cafe key and my stuff. I have to go, thank you very much, Leon. Bye."

Max's gaze was unread when I returned his phone. He took a deep breath and exhaled, then smiled. "Would you like to have dinner with me?"

I'm glaring. "Of course."

Not to mention the night Max drove his car out of Kemang Village. His Mercedez Benz slowed down when he walked into the lobby of the hotel in SCBD Kuningan, where our friend had a reception last month. Max's place is carrying the giraffe lady.

I snorted and wondered why Max brought me here?

Rather than die of curiosity, finally in the elevator that only took us to the sixth floor, I ventured to ask. "Max, you and the jera— woman" Max turned his head, "i mean, the model woman you brought to the reception yesterday. Is she your boyfriend?"

Max did not answer. His forehead was wrinkled, like he was trying to remember. Please, don't tell me he forgot, because it's impossible. Max has a super memory, and that's what made his career shine in the legal field.

"Is that what you were thinking yesterday? Which makes your eyes swell?"

I poked my lips and looked down embarrassed, it turned out that Max's memory had come that far.

He chuckles. "No, Yu. We're not dating." Max's hand went down, from arm to hip, sending a sense of warmth there. "If you don't see it wrong, you can't wait to blaspheme it, right?"

"Not so—" my sentence was interrupted by the clink of the bell and the sliding elevator door open. The gentle thrust of Max's warm palm, led me down the thick carpet toward Max's booked table.

"I bought this at the dress shop, hopefully it will keep you warm" Max said, as he pulled a large scarf out of my jacket pocket and wrapped my shoulder.

Whaaat? Why didn't Max take it out? Fortunately, my face has been polished to a beautiful, so it does not feel willing to show a scowl, especially considering Max who bears all the costs.

Don't know, when I was at the mall, I felt like a walking display that everyone saw. Maybe Max wanted to show me off to the world, but I could freeze to death in a thin satin dress that showed off more open skin than closed ones.

"Tonight's the menu I ordered, you just have to enjoy it. Add it later, if needed," he said, then floated a smile from across me. The nice thing about dating for a long time is that you know your partner's taste is like looking at his or her own palm.

Dinner was fun, while occasionally offending the past. Max said that this dinner used the voucher we won at the reception. Turns out my guess was wrong, he didn't use the voucher with the giraffe woman. Do you know how happy my heart is to hear his confession?

While enjoying dinner, I can't wait to see how this day ends. If you can hope, what about a ring and a wedding proposal?

[...]

It felt like Max had just driven for a while and now we were in the basement parking of my apartment. It's annoying, actually I still want to linger with him, but Max has been out to open the door and waiting for me.

The car door closed in the back, as soon as I got out. My glare Max made me want to touch the fingers on his rough cheeks with a beard. It takes a lot of courage for that, baby I don't have it. So, I just returned his gaze and waited.

"Happy Birthday, Yu. Thanks for taking me." Max's grin delivered a warm taste in my cheek.

"I should be grateful. Thank you, Max." Again Max looked down my face slowly, from the tip of the hair and stopped at the lips. The edges of my fingers trembled under his gaze. I nodded my lips nervously. "Hmm .. I'd better go home."

Max blinked his eyes, as if remembering something. "Wait, Yu. I almost forgot your gift."

Uh, presents? Oh, hopefully ....

Max opened the car door again and pulled out a blue box wrapped in velvet. "This is for you, Yu. Open it."

"Oh, Max, you're so bothered. Thank you very much! If it wasn't for the espresso it—" I'd be silent. Speaking of espresso, I just remembered something. "You haven't paid for it."

"Huh? Still billed?" Max glares. A moment later, his lips revealed a mischievous smile. "Can't be free?"

I raised my palm and replied, "I'm sorry, I can't, sir."

The man clucked. He took out a hundred thousand note that was still slippery as ironed out, then handed it to me. "Where's the return?"

"Tomorrow at the cafe, yeah. I don't carry a wallet and—"

I didn't have time to react when Max lowered his lips to kiss me. The pressure of his body made me retreat and lean on the side of the car. His sturdy hands were embracing my waist, taking away the distance that existed. I could feel her warm body piercing through the thin satin dress I was wearing.

"Hm ... Uhm ...." Max's lips softly poked my lips.

Oh, my goodness .. what should I say about Max's lip taste other than perfect. The thicket. The texture. Not to mention her tongue caressing the roof of my mouth felt so tickling. It took a little time for me to be able to reply to the pagutan for the sake of his pagutan correctly.

"Hm ... Uhm ...." I sighed, letting Max's tongue roam more wildly.

Five years of dating, we have never kissed. Now, after the relationship broke up, here we do it. Ironic, right?

As if she could read my mind, Max broke off the kiss and withdrew. I just realized I had hugged Max's neck and ruffled his usual neat hairdo. However, it did not in the slightest reduce his good looks. Instead, I preferred Max's figure like this, as if he had just woken up from his sleep.

I've never seen Max's expression like this, the timid grin he's shown makes him look different. "Hmmm .. So here's the taste of your lips, Yu."

"Huh?"

Max chuckled without answering, his bead glinting wittyly. "Good night, Yu."

Eh, already? Just like tonight's over? And, what did that statement mean just now?

"Max," call me, stop Max from leaving. "Does this mean we can start a new chapter?"

There was a pause for a moment before I heard him exhale a long breath. A pause that Max seemed to use to think of a thoughtful answer. "I'm still trying to make peace with myself, Yu. After the incident with Leonhart .. I realized, it was quite difficult for me to forgive."

Max could have thrown honesty, but still the answer that was refined just now stabbed in the heart. I didn't cry, but my tears just escaped from the corner of my eye. However, I couldn't possibly wipe it, for sure it would make this entire expensive make-up break down.

"Sorry, Yu. I just want to give time for me, and for you, to think again, before we both regret later. I guess, this is for the best, isn't it?"

I nodded, not knowing what to respond to. Max hugged and kissed my forehead, as he used to do before parting ways. I was still standing for a while after Mercedez Benz was darting away.

With gontai, I headed for the elevator and went upstairs. My sadness was gone when I realized that I had no keys to the apartment, because it was in my bag left in the cafe. To call is also impossible, because my phone is also there. Oh, shite!

I immediately pressed the G (Ground) button. In that case, I'll have to go to Leonhart's apartment to get my things. The watch shows at 21:13, hopefully he has not slept, or at least, hopefully he is alone. I'm afraid I'll have to see her alone with Doctor Raisa like the other day.

As soon as the elevator opened, the figure with the bag sling women— who stood in front of— made me scream happy. "Leonhart! Geez, I was just going to your apartment!"

The man looked puzzled for a moment, then he shouted, "Oh, wow! Yu, you look ... different." Her eye beads flashed with praise as she learned of my newly polished look.

"I should've let you into my apartment, yeah." He laughed until his head was thrown back. "But, how could I let you wander outside in clothes like this. I'm afraid you've been kidnapped again, this time by a runny nose," Leonhart said, her gaze focused on my chest.

I looked down and found that part of the dress was sagging, showing off too much of the breast hemisphere. "Oh, my goodness!"

My reflexes raised that part, but instead the edge of a very short skirt went up. "Oh!"

Leonhart laughed again, this time louder. My face burned in shame, I immediately cleared the scarf position to cover the chest. "So, if you think dirty!"

As soon as the elevator doors opened upstairs, we went out down the hallway, heading to my unit. Leonhart waited for me to unlock the door, before handing over the sling bag. "Thank you, Leon. Sorry, yes, it's been a hassle. As compensation, you may enter later tomorrow."

"Eh? You didn't invite me in? I brought you a birthday cake, you know." Next to her hand held up a paper bag that read UNION CAKE, to prove that she wasn't lying.

"Russia ... Thank you so much, Leon!" I immediately grabbed the bag without excuse. My saliva came out just by looking at my favorite brand of cake shop. "But still not. With clothes like this, I'm afraid you won't go home."

Leonhart held onto his chest and made a contrived surprised expression. "God! You can guess my mind!"

He managed to blow me away. "There home! Good night, Leon," I said, ending the meeting. The tip of my toe began to throb and plead for release.

"Alright, happy birthday, Yu," said Leonhart, then her lips dropped and landed a lightning kiss on my cheek. Not to mention that I rebuked him for doing so without permission, Leonhart's figure had already disappeared in the junction of the corridor.