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54. Longs

The bowed flower looked at her hand when it realized that the grip of Laura's hand that had strengthened now began to weaken until finally the woman released her hand.

Bunga again set his eyes on Laura, the middle-aged woman looked very tense. She saw Laura looking back. Flowers turned to the direction where Laura looked, she saw Marvel was already there.

The woman was surprised to swallow her saliva was difficult, her breathing immediately felt tight but she was very clever to control herself.

Not much different from Bunga, Laura was relaxed. But Laura was really frightened if her stepson heard what they had just talked about.

Marvel's face looked very pale but calmly the man then spoke. "Why are you guys tense? You guys seem to be talking about something serious?"

Flowers and Laura stared at each other as their facial expressions looked relieved when they realized that Marvel did not seem to hear their conversation.

Laura sighed slowly trying to relieve the chest that had almost exploded in shock at the sudden arrival of Marvel.

The woman stepped closer to her son calmly said. "There's no dear, Mother and Flower only talk about women's problems, right Flowers?" Laura turned her handler, staring at Bunga sharply gesturing for the woman to cooperate.

Flowers momentarily smiled thinly and looked cunning as if she refused to be invited to cooperate. And of course that made Laura even more unsettled. "Of course, we're just talking about women's issues" she said with a bitter smile, feeling satisfied that she had frightened Laura.

"Darling, I came here to pick you up, I want you to come home tonight. He said he wanted to have dinner with you" he said with a sweet smile.

"Byeah, it looks like I'm not feeling well either. Suddenly my head felt very heavy" Marvel said as he massaged his forehead.

"Oh yes Bunga, you haven't had dinner yet, have you? how about you come with us for dinner together at our house" Marvel turned his gaze to the Flower who was still silent in its original place.

The surprised flower instantly showed off a fake smile. "But I have to leave immediately" Bunga was obviously afraid that Davien would come home and find himself not home. "What if next time?"

"You promised Flowers, so next time there can be no more rejection" Marvel said as he turned to Laura.

Laura nodded her head with a bitter smile she said. "True, what my Son said is true. You promised Bunga, so next time you have to come with us for dinner together at home" he said without sin.

The flower smiled but both of her hands seemed to be clenching firmly as if she was actually venting her frustration there.

Marvel had looked at the expression of the face of the Flower that looked different, after which the tip of his eyes turned to the hand of the Flower who was mopping. "You okay, Flower?" asked Marvel, it seemed like he felt that Bunga was irritated.

Flowers let go of his fist when he realized Marvel was watching in the ear. "Mmm... yeah! Of course I'm fine! It seems like it's also late, I have to go back to my apartment" Flower lowered her head slightly, saluting Marvel and Laura before she stepped away leaving the two of them.

The tip of her eyes continued to be directed at the now-disappearing Flower behind the elevator door while Laura tilted her head slightly to look into Marvel's eyes. "Son, can we go home now?" her door.

Marvel took his eyes off the elevator. "Well, come on" Marvel allowed her mother to walk first to the car.

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After finishing packing, Bunga left his apartment in the car. The car and driver were deliberately prepared by Davien beforehand.

Along the way to Davien's house the woman looked dreamy as she looked out, not knowing what she had in mind, but every time she met Laura, Flowers would definitely look moody and sad.

After arriving at the front of the house, Bunga seemed to let out a sigh of relief because he was sure that Davien had not returned that night.

Bunga quickly opened the car door after jumping down and ran small towards the entrance.

Finish cleaning yourself Flowers then clean the house, then clean the house, yes, maybe now their relationship is more than just a friendship for Davien but Bunga still feels that his existence there is because he is being punished by Davien to be a personal assistant at his home.

The woman began to clean every room, starting from the tv room, after cleaning the pantry.

While busily wiping the table, Bunga turned his head to glance at the wall clock. He did it several times until he finally felt that the clock never seemed to change remain in the same number.

"How long! Even I've spent hours busying myself but why hasn't the guy come home yet!" somehow Bunga felt worried now he felt a little strange in his heart, it was very desirable to meet Davien soon.

Flowers lean on the dining table while her hands appear clenched squeezing the chest t-shirt. Inside there was tightness, pain was eager to immediately meet Davien but the man until now had not seen the trunk of his nose.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with me!" Flowers start to get confused, walking back and forth like people losing their minds. "Wait!" The flower stopped its steps. "What is this thing called Missing?" Flowers say no believe.

Before he had never felt anything like this, to him longing was like a feeling that could not be expressed in words like love. Making the chest feel tight want to be angry, want to scream want to cry but do not know what will be done later when Davien comes home and is in front of his eyes.

"flower! Don't you go crazy!" he swore to himself. The woman prefers to go inside Davien's room and clean the place to get it tidy again.

Bunga deliberately cleaned Davien's room slowly to feel long but almost an hour and a half he cleaned the room, Davien still did not go home.

Huuf! Flowers snorted in annoyance, after which stepped out of the room. While heading to the pantry his gaze was fixed on a door not far from Davien's room.

He was curious because several times came to the house until this second he did not know it was a guest room or a room for servants.

Curiosity grew bigger and unstoppable again, he stepped closer to the door. His hand had already managed to grab the doorknob but he looked hesitant when he wanted to open it.

The flower seemed to take a deep breath before opening it. And now he slowly pressed the doorknob until finally managed to open the door a little, he had not had time to look in the room, the sound of Davien's car distracts him.