Ceo Galak That's My Husband Candidate

24 S3: Love's Romance Worry 2

After successfully opening the door of his apartment Bunga immediately ran towards the inside. Slamming her body into the bed, the woman again cried by clenching her hands while beating the pillow.

"Stupid! you moron! you idiot!" kambali's crying sounds are heard.

"How can this happen to you!, why can that stupid man trick you Flower" he said, referring to Roland. The flower curses itself regretting having been the most foolish woman.

I don't know what he was thinking at that time, now Bunga can only cry while setting his feet on the bed.

On the other hand Davien is driving his car fast. His feeling was still not calm, even more so when considering the state of the Flower. T-shirts ripped, lips flushed random hair shuffling as if his mind was wildly imagining how rude Roland was to treat the flower back then.

Moreover, when remembering the sobs, Davien was increasingly unable to let the Flower alone.

Davien glanced at the pawn, making sure no car was driving from behind. After that, the steering wheel turned in the opposite direction.

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The flower changed its position sitting on the bed, tidying up the child's hair that covered his face. Wiping away the remaining tears that had previously soaked the pillow with his hands.

"Calm down!!!" he said to himself. Several times Bunga was seen sighing long to relieve his chest that was aching and painful when remembering Roland touched his body.

Perhaps with a shower of flowers can clean the rest of the scents of Roland's body.

Flowers stood up from the bed, his gaze directed to the jaz belonging to Davien who was lying up there.

His hand reached for the jaz and then took him. The flower steps towards the closet, opens it grabbing a hanger to save the jaz and then hangs it in there.

The flower let out a long sigh, somehow several times he did just that. As long as it can relieve his chest, perhaps the Flower will do it over and over again.

Flowers prefer to shower clean themselves. Two taps had opened completely, the hot water clashing against the cold water was now raining down on the tip of his head. Flowers close the eyes enjoy the water that creeps in through the gap of the hair which then down the head flows soaking the surface of the skin. Flowers still clearly remembered how Roland treated her so harshly. The flower clears her lips using her fingers and rubs them firmly. Trying to remove any trace of Roland's kiss that still felt there.

Feeling as if it can't just disappear, Bunga used soap to wash his lips. And when the memory of Roland who also had time to kiss her neck re-strewn in her mind, Flower moved her hand rubbing roughly in every part there. Her eyes turned red again until the water coming out of her eyes flowed together with the water coming out of the shower.

Several times the Flower does it, repeating from the beginning. Even Bunga brushed his teeth repeatedly, constantly trying to how to remove the traces left behind by Roland. But a few times Bunga did it still he felt he could not forget it.

After spending hours in the bathroom, Bunga stepped out with a towel wrapped in part of his body. Her neck was slightly flushed because she rubbed it too strongly.

The flower opens the door and then steps out. And how shocked it was when his pair of eyes saw a familiar looking male figure sitting on the sofa facing towards him. Her heart was pounding, Flower tried to swallow her saliva with difficulty when she found Davien was sweeping all over her body with the look of her eyes.

The man had already removed his tie, two buttons on his shirt were also opened. Davien sat with one leg crossed over the other. Then one of his hands rested on the lip of the sofa that supported his chin. Davien continued to stare at him without blinking.

Her cheeks were blushing, wanting to turn her eyes the other way but the sight before her eyes was truly very beautiful and seductive to her heart. Flowers only use a towel that only covers part of his body until the shoulders and thighs down are exposed in front of his eyes. While his wet hair was deliberately coated with a towel which he then tidied on his head. Davien tried hard to look down a little, but no matter how hard he avoided it, Davien still could not do it. His gaze was occasionally directed towards the Flower.

Flowers are still trying to digest their own thoughts. How abisa Davien was there while the door was locked automatically.

"Davien??, , you? how can it be here?. Didn't I close and lock the door?"

"If it's locked automatically, how can I get in here?" Davien tried to find a defense. Because it felt like Flowers had made him like a suspect. Blaming the flower as if it were him who had forgotten to lock the door.

"Are I really not locking it?" The flower goes from its original place, then steps towards the door to be sure. But Davien, standing up from the sofa, grabbed his hand and forced her to sit on the bed.

"Calm down and sit here sweet. I locked the door!" Davien grabbed the towel that was coiled around the Flower's head.

"How could Davien get in?"

"If you don't have that card, how could Davien possibly get in??"

Flowers still tried hard to think about it.

"Or don't don't, she has it??. From where?"

"No need to think about it!!" Davien spoke as if he knew what the Flower was thinking.

"Why come back?, didn't I ask you to leave?" say Flowers with a clean. He doesn't want to worry about that anymore.

"Is this how you treat people who have helped you?" Davien said as if demanding Flowers to provide compensation for having mnolongya.

"True, I promised to do good to him. But how should I behave??,"

Does Bunga have to be an urakan woman who can always cheer him up?. He is afraid that they will do so and their relationship will get closer, because later it will only invite great heartache when he knows that Davien still always remembers Essie in his heart.

"Then, , do I have to pay you!!" The flower looked up at Davien who was much taller than him.

"The flower!!" Davien spoke firmly. Warning to the woman.

"Be nice!!. Can you do it?? you can be sweet with a real Roland having bad intentions for you. Then" Davien paused for a moment. His eyes watched the indecipherable expression of Flower's face.

"Why can't you be sweet with me?, 'Why am I too bad in your eyes?"

"Not!!, , it's just that I don't like it when you're being nice to me. I don't know why I feel like you've always thought of me as that woman, , 'Your lover! more precisely"

"No!, , it's just that I still see Essie in your eyes" Flower lowered her head.

Dauin was silent for a moment, not long

a faint smile adorned his lips.

"What that means, , ,"

"I'm not jealous!!" he said it quickly.

"Did I say it??"

Flowers glued, his eyes slightly widened when he heard Davien's words. Feeling extremely painstaking when swallowing his saliva as if he had been caught off guard with his own words.

His smile is getting wider. Davien was busy drying his hair. Davien did not want to make Flowers more cornered with his words, now he is more chosen to divert the conversation

"It seems I've said that don't show your neck" his blood rippled as Davien could see the surface of his skin not wrapped in a towel. Moreover, when smelling the remaining aroma of soap that spread into his nose.

"You never said it. You just told me that I shouldn't pigtail my hair" Flowers let Davien finish drying hair with a towel.

Davien did it slowly and very carefully, afraid when a strand of his hair would be accidentally plucked.

"Don't that mean the same thing?" Davien nailed both his hands. His gaze was now fixed on the Flower who again raised his face, until their eyes met and looked at each other.

"What's wrong with my neck?, , why can't I pigtail my hair?" Flowers still hold their heads in their eyes.