Dating Contract

CHAPTER 109: BIRTHDAY RICHIE

A bouquet of flowers, a box of cookies and a large black paper bag tote Richie. His steps came to a halt looking at the guards gathered outside with deathly pale faces.

They open the room, Richie finds the room full of stuff. Pillows, bolsters, blankets, and broken glass. The sound of glass being stepped on Richie's shoes which rushed inching to Lala's slanted body was lying on the carpet and part of her shirt was exposed as knee-length, putting her smooth and level white legs.

"What's wrong with you, huh. Richie sighed, dropping the luggage. Richie crouched down, turning Lala's body heavy, seen Lala not blinking.

Siska said, Lala continued to rampage and pelted everyone who entered the room, after a few days Kevin did not go home.

"Be aware of the conch, you are so fucked up, hahhh!" patting Lala on the cheek, wiggling Lala's drooping hand. Richie, it was so sad to see Lala with her spiritless, long hair messy, clearly printed anger on the face of the woman who was just silently staring at him.

Leaning Lala's head against the chest of her field, "breathe this .. Breathe deeply in this rose, can you smell the scent?" richie asked as she brought the red flower closer to Lala's nose and made sure she had inhaled it.

"I want to know what the fragrance is like" Richie said as he brought the flower closer to his nose. "hemm scented.

Richie clasped Lala's left hand so Lala could hold the flower.

"Do you want to see the lake? I'm telling you .. pleasant lake breeze. The tightness in your chest must have disappeared! If you agree, don't take these flowers out of your grasp. I'll let go of my hand."

It looks like Lala is still holding a bouquet of roses.

"Well that means you agree, let's have fun!" richie said, holding her.

"But, sir," protested Siska.

"Help me bring the goods on the nightstand, follow me Siska. Have them bring Lala's food," Richie said coldly as he held Lala in front of him.

"Good!"  Siska obeys Richie's orders, hoping that the mistress will improve.

On the lake in the palace complex, Siska held a wide and quite padded pedestal on the manicured grass.

The man sat Lala down on the Bean bag so that Lala could sit leaning back.

"Siska sat there," pointing near Lala's covered legs, while Richie leaned his butt next to Lala's, her back rested on the bag bean Lala occupied with her head resting on Lala's right arm, due to Lala's higher seat.

"A-pa Sir? n-no I just stand by."

"Hurry up!"

Lala's assistant was terrified, she complied. Lala blinked slightly at Siska, and she noticed Richie.

"Can you knit?" ask Richie to Siska

"Can, sir, why?"

"Open that paper bag, and knit a scarf for the mistress."

Richie turned his head left slightly looking up at Lala, "Feel this breeze Lala, how do you feel seeing the green lake? seeing the surface of the blue water is so soothing, huh?"

Lala looked at the lake, she looked glum, and went back to look at the blanket that covered part of her body.

Richie scowled and put pressure on Lala's cold palm, "Queen conch, I'm birthday."

Lala looked at Richie who was piercing his palm with the five ends of Richie's fingers.

"Your blood circulation should be smooth." Richie clawed at Lala's palm.

"Throughout the years no one would give me congratulations. Yeah, they must be scared of me. I also want someone to congratulate me. It's not good... Living alone, Lala?" "Hey, you don't want to congratulate me?"

Siska stuttered, she immediately put her needle and knitting thread. Lala's assistant, who had been alone, sat down with both hands on the side and facing Richie. "Happy birthday, Mr. Richie. I pray for your good and health, sir," Siska said with a sincere smile and bowed her head slightly.

Richie laughing.

"Am I wrong, sir?" siska asked with a pale face.

"There's nothing wrong, thank you..."

Siska was surprised to hear the thanks from her boss friend, the woman sat back down and continued her knitting.

"You have the heart, Lala, on my birthday."

"Goals."

Richie and Siska jumped up, they immediately looked towards Lala, not trusting her sense of hearing.

"Did I hear wrong?" richie asked Siska.

"You didn't hear me wrong, I heard it, too" said Siska slowly, then turned a shriek only to notice the change of her master, "Mrs!" Siska's eyes glazed over.

"Happy birthday." Lala said softly to Richie.

The small voice sounded amazing in Richie's ears, he was excited to grab Lala's right hand and kiss her meaningfully. "My birthday is! it's called a birthday!"

"What does she want to eat now?" siska asked Sumringah to hear Lala's voice, after remaining silent for three more months.

Lala shook her head, making Siska more deliciously because Lala was willing to respond. Siska activated the hidden camera on her shirt, it seemed like the Master would be happy to see this.

"You don't want to eat? oh baby, I am tired of making this cake. So, I brought you here with hope if you would accompany me to eat."

Richie grabs the box and opens the cake cover, "See Lala this looks really good right? I made it for three hours, it turns out that this is nothing special."

Lala looked at the round cake, saw Richie's index finger poking at the butter cream and showing the degree of tenderness of the cake and the softness of the cream. Lala swallowed the saliva that had gathered in her mouth, however the white cake with white sprinkle sprinkle decorations was teasing her tongue and mind.

"Better the lake fish that eat it," said Richie immediately lost his spirit. He pulled out and held the cake mat, preparing to throw, "Fish congratulate me!"

Lala tasted her mouth, exhausted hope to be able to taste the cake.

Siska steps aside to give Richie a way.

"Don't!"

Richie reflex recaptures the cake that will miss it. Richie fell to his feet with an irregularly crushed cake stuck on his chest.

The sound of a small laugh distracts Richie and Siska. Lala was smiling and still laughing looking at Richie. Lala shut her mouth, in disbelief.

"Lala is you?" Richie who was still feeling the heat on his butt tried to sit up, lucky he fell on the grass.

Richie stared at Lala who would rise limply and assisted by Siska who was sprightly. Lala had trouble walking in the middle of her big belly. The pregnant woman with the lemon-yellow sweeter was sitting next to Richie in aid of Siska.

The man continued to be glued, until he did not realize that Lala's thin hand cupped a cake attached to the chest of the printed field clearly sixpack stomach.

"That's dirty," Richie said, his eyebrows raised sideways, looking at Lala who was eating with a mouthful of straws

Lala chews soft, soft vanilla sponge mixed with butter cream sprinkled with fresh syrup, finely textured pieces dried into one with a cake in which there is a filling.

"It's refreshing, it's not good, my mood is getting better. Hmmmm what is this? it's not foreign" said Lala, the smell of the cake was increasingly dancing in her head.

"That's a hawaiian-style pudding called Haupa, made from fresh young coconut, I purposely filled the cake with that coconut pudding."

Before long Lala thrust the remaining bite of a piece of cake in Lala's hand into Richie's mouth. The man is hypnotized and reflexively opens his mouth, then chews slowly.

"hmm it turns out to be still good," Richie said never to take a look from the sky-blue-netra that was smiling.

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Richie's heart rippled and his eyes did not blink, looking at Lala's gentle gaze which now turned to look at the lake.

Richie turned to Siska's place, he clucked, if there was no Siska he must have kissed Lala.

From a distance Siska could feel Mr. Richie's annoyance. He turned his gaze to his men, asking them to prepare a male change of clothes.

Not forgetting, Siska immediately reported the latest developments to the master, while her eyes kept watching.

Lala was staring at the surface of the lake, the sound of fish squinting over pieces of cake.

"Miss Saint, I want to hear it again."

"Happy birthday, Richie. May you live long and always be happy."

Hearing that, Richie's face warmed up, he patted her on the cheek twice, ‘I didn't dream right? Lala called out my name?, Richie's inner’ with beaming eyes, she was as strong as possible hiding an irresistible smile. Richie held onto the chest, he felt his heart beating fast and getting irregular.

Richie shifted to sit to Lala's side and facing the lake, he did not care about the cake that fell on his thighs, he sat on a row occasionally looking left looking at the pensive Lala looking at the lake.

"I feel your hardship, Madam Saint. I was in your position once. As a child, I lived a long life. Missing Daddy and Mommy, but I never saw their faces, I just heard stories from people" Richie said, recalling the dark times of his life.

Lala's mind drifted, not expecting Richie to experience anything that heavy."It must be very heavy, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what? you're hilarious. I can listen to your problems, if you want to tell a story. Is that about that woman?"

"I'm trying to accept that fact, it turns out I'm not that strong. Why is this happening to my life?” timpal Lala flat.

"My mood changed quickly without me knowing the cause. There are always things that make my mood break instantly. Would I be wrong if I only remembered the pain of seeing Kevin.

"I think with me out of this world, dad and Kevin will be easier in life, then Kevin and Bella can be happy without disturbing me."

"It's going to be a little sweet" Richie said, distracting Lala who was so washed away in grief, as she scooped the bread from her thigh, and wiped it onto Lala's face.

It was seen that the woman was agape due to difficulty breathing.

"Does it feel sticky? try this butterfat, uh soft and sticky, right?" richie asks while wiping back - Lala's nose and eyes - with her shirt arms, so that Lala can breathe. Richie's shirt sleeves became dirty full of cream bread.

The man laughed looking at Lala's face that was soiled, especially Lala's eyebrows and her black hair that was covered in white cream.

Richie's laughing voice, taking Lala's attention. He wanted to reply when he saw the man breaking up while holding his stomach, Lala could smell the coconut from the cake sticking in her nose

Unaccepting, Lala grabs the breadboard on Richie's thigh, with a fierce push dunking into Richie's face.

Richie's hands removed the board from his face. Richie's mouth was gagged by a large chunk of bread.

The man resentfully threw the bread mat in any direction, and wiped his face with his blue shirt.

So little clean, Lala rubbed the cake that was still left in her hands and rubbed it all over her face, ears to Richie's hair.

"Lalahpp," Richie growled with bread. The man held Lala's hands together. He glanced at Lala and chewed on the piece of cake while swallowing it rough.

Lala laughed off in the middle of her cute face.

"Are you happy to prank me, madam Saint?"

"You have to eat a lot of cake on your birthday, right? The more the longer the life!"

"Oh yeah? so, do you have a present for me, madam Saint?" riche asked with great emphasis and still held Lala's hands together.

"Gift? how do I prepare a gift, I just found out."

'Can the prize be?' ritchie's inner heart was eager to feel Lala's cream-filled lips. However, he recalled Kevin's remarks on Lala's trauma. Richie shook his head, he flicked Lala's forehead hard, making Lala grimace at his forehead.

"Ahh crazy sick!"

Richie laughed again.

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*Happy greetings to loyal readers until the Trauma Lala phase episode.

May God always give us many blessings. Aamyn

Author actually wants to rest a few days, but do not have the heart 😩🥺

Excitement to you😘*