Dating Contract

CHAPTER 151: COOKING

Sunday the day on which people saturate. Lala has made use of natural springs and makes it a recreational pool, with two large pools for adults and two medium-sized pools for children.

The money from his father's savings really had to be turned around Lala, so that he could support himself and his son.

Five months of making in the help of local residents, finally the making of the pool has been completed and the opening ceremony remains.

The neighbors are busy to be part of the opening event tomorrow. Over the next week, the pool is free for everyone. The opportunity was used by the neighbors to increase their trading volume.

That night the road in front of the house, deserted. Not as usual.

Lala, who was still busy in front of her laptop, called her college friends in Cambridge, suddenly made to worry because of the knock on the door and the sound of the bell that night.

"Who's meeting at 11pm?" Lala hesitantly pushed her seat and looked at the cctv. Lala watched closely, still unable to believe what she saw, "Master Richie? oh, my God, why the nights."

Lala pacing in front of the cctv holding her phone, about to call the local security bad at night. "Where does Richie know I'm here?"

"Don't open it, it'll be a problem."

"God!!!" richie shouted until he was heard inside the house.

"Where he yelled again, could he have beaten the fathers."

Lala was going to the door but came back. Not sure. While observing the cctv, Richie is seen falling but wakes up again.

After an hour passed Lala was still in front of the cctv. The man did not want to leave. It started raining outside. Lala could not bear, inevitably, she opened the door.

The new door opened and Richie immediately fell backwards, "Richie? waking up... " Lala patted Richie on the cheek. The smell of alcohol was so pronounced in his mouth.

Lala painstakingly dragged Richie's two hands along the floor until the middle room. Lala fell backwards so tired she dragged the man.

The living room door is closed. The usual living room lights are turned off. "Well, if you see this RT sir, I can be expelled from this village." His grunts, anxious about the strict regulations in the village.

Mattresses are spread over mats. Lala pulls Richie's body back into the floor mattress. Lala's sweat is just moving Richie. "Why is your body hot?"

Lala walked to the kitchen to boil water, then mixed cold water until lukewarm, she began compressing Richie's head.

Richie's semi-wet clothes, inevitably, Lala took off Richie's shirt. So clearly visible are the hard muscles of Richie's stomach and chest.

Lala did not have a man's shirt, therefore she only covered Richie with a blanket. Lala put Richie's shirt in the washing machine. Occasionally change Richie's compress and occasionally return to Lala's laptop.

Lala fell asleep in the front seat of the Laptop, woke up because of Vino's cry for milk.

"Mom's son is a wear, jerk, cup cup cup cup." Lala cradles in her cradle, while taking Richie's shirt from the washing machine and dragging him in the side room.

"Don't cry, son, mother here" she said, returning to her room and locking the door. Lala started breastfeeding Vino until she fell asleep.

The next day Lala woke up to the alarm clock at 5 a.m. Vino was still sleeping, he quickly rushed over to cook.

Lala wondered why she locked the door when she was about to walk to the refrigerator, she forgot Richie was in this house. He returned to the living room, checked Richie's temperature again by mouth, and picked up a compressing cloth. "It's still fever."

Hours passed, the day began to light Richie began to open his eyes with a very dizzy head, he was confused who was in whose place. "Where's my clothes?" richie grumbled as he sat, the smell of cooking smelled on his nose, and the sound of people busy with pans.

Richie got up from the floor mattress approaching the origin of the sound. It looks like a woman is stirring the pot and tasting in the hand.

The woman made Richie glued, 'what is this woman important in my past? why always make me wonder.'

"Hey it cut it like that" Richie said spontaneously, making Lala widen her eyes.

"Are you awake?" lala asked a glance for a moment and went back to cutting her vegetables.

"It's like this." Richie stood behind Lala. His two hands led Lala's hand, "bend this forward for rebuttal, this way you won't cut your finger."

Richie's chest was so warm to Lala's back, 'it's too close, ' Lala's inner being misbehaved, that she had trouble moving around in fear of each other.

Richie was speechless, he felt familiar with this moment, he wondered if there was a special relationship with Lala in the past.

All the videos that Richie saw on the cctv footage of Lala with her are still unbelievable.

"Think faster, on the back of the knife, easy right ... up and down, it's more efficient in using the knife," said Richie, his two lips raised, he smiled, he smiled, his heart somehow warmed.

"I'll do this myself, Mr. Riche, please stir the porridge," pinta Lala, looking for an excuse, so she could breathe. Too close Richie made his heart unsettled.

The porridge was stirred Richie, he tasted it, "what is this for me?" ask Richie who's still bare-chested.

"Yes, for you, what's lacking something?"

"I want corn and carrots and spinach."

"O, just a second." Lala walks into the fridge picking up what Richie asked, "have you remembered how to cook? or have you gone back to cooking?"

"Am I a hobby of cooking?" ask Richie back, peeling the corn.

"Yes, you're very much a hobby of cooking, that's you're so deft..."

Lala turned on the other stove and started pouring oil.

"Somehow, it's just instinct, I still can't remember it. It frustrates me." Richie peeling carrots. While Lala shrank the fire on the pans.

"When did you enter this country? " Lala started blotting out the seasoning.

"Two months..." Richie started picking a handful of spinach.

"Where have you been all this time, why know my place? you didn't tell anyone." Lala put the vegetables in and closed the pan.

"Near here, but I'm a pickpocket, my phone and my wallet are gone." Richie washes his vegetables, and receives a cutting board from Lala.

"Copete? I'm sure you're far better at fighting than being pickpocketed." Lala put in salt, flavoring, and stirring her capcay.

"Kan, I'm drunk, so I'm pickpocket."

Lala laughed

Richie glanced at Lala who looked carefree, the woman was far more visible than she used to be with Kevin. Richie put the vegetables in the porridge, "so, can I stay here for a few days?"

Lala turned off the stove that cooked the capcay, she turned to her forehead, staring at the black bead, "not that I don't want to, but in this country there are unwritten rules that we must not break. It is forbidden for unmarried people to stay one house_"

"Judah, let's just get married" Richie said. He let go, and looked back at the porridge, and stirred it.