Dating Contract

CHAPTER 155: SLEEP WITH ME

"Can I be happy? can you live quietly? take off my heart and clench everything? Can I open my heart to a new love? Or dissolve in a heart full of trauma."

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Richie steps on a cold tile holding Vino, who is sleeping soundly with her tiny mouth gawking. Makes the adult man more excited but feel proud because he can put this active child to sleep.

Walking with a precipitous , past Lala ya closed in his seat. He stepped over the toy boxes that had been full-on in front of the room door. It is likely that the woman fell asleep after cleaning the toy.

Richie's eyes skirted every corner of the room with the smell of fresh flowers so obvious. 'Is there no baby basket?' inner Richie.

She tidied up the baby mat and put Vino to bed on a queen size mattress. He shifted the little pillow that was covered by Vino, so that Vino's body was straight.

"They sleep in a place like this? the floor is so cold, sleeping on a mattress without cots, not cold what?"richie murmured as he enveloped Vino and confined his surroundings with a pillow. She feels sad to see this situation, hoping there should be a baby basket and Lala sleeping on a soft bed.

The baby wriggled, Richie did not tire of looking at the tiny baby while his hands patted gently on Vino's thigh and put the baby's head covering on the mattress.

Lala opened her eyes heavily as Richie crouched down and patted gently.

"Sleep inside, it's cold in here."

Lala's eyes were so heavily opened, they were glued and stuck together, "lord Richie." He looked up right, saw the clock, "ah I fell asleep. Does it matter if you sleep on this mattress? your back will hurt."

"It's okay, go to bed.Tomorrow help me clean up an empty house?" Richie immediately slept in the place that Lala was sitting in, the former was still warm.

"Umh, wear this, hopefully warm enough." Lala gives a blue blanket, which feels the longest, although it can not cover the entire body of Richie high.

"Thank you" he said. Richie did not blink to find Lala who tried to keep her eyes open by occasionally rubbing her eyelids.

Especially hearing Lala's hoarse voice that makes Richie's heart more and more kembis. So amused in Richie's ears because he thinks sexy.

The blanket covered Richie's face and cheeks warmed up. Hearing Lala lock the room door, Richie immediately opened the blanket again. One corner of the lips is drawn towards the eyes, the eyes sharpen and more radiant. He feels so excited. The body of the somersault cannot calm down.

He went back to his stomach and hit his pillow, and buried his face there.

'Even this pillow left a trace of Lala's neck scent.' Richie's heart was getting throbbing, he kept hitting his pillow so much that he inhaled the scent of the pillow deeply.

His mind floated away when he peeked at the smooth neck, imagining for a moment making something down there harden. "What's this?" Richie went home, looking up at the ceiling of the tile above him, he was holding the manhood behind a blanket.

"This house is too simple, there is no heater in this cold air. No hot water, how can anyone live in a place like this, touching the bathroom water like touching ice water at night" Richie murmured.

'Why is this so loud..just because of that scent, huh! it's very uncomfortable.' Richie undoes the intention of releasing the seeds because just imagine it feels horrified if you have to clean with cold water.

Richie wiggled his head quickly, throwing away dirty thoughts.

Richie tried to close his eyes, but Lala's image was still so vivid, 'the woman's lips were so soft, as soft as cotton candy. With the warmth of strawberry flavor makes it difficult to remove her lips are very sexy!'

That night Richie wakes up, clutching his head and curling up more and more due to his nightmares.

He tried to remember his dream but the dream's shadow was gone.

Instantly he was so sick that flashes of piece by piece appeared in his head.

The woman who was sitting was staring deeply and her face was all red with her chest continuously going up and down unable to control her breathing. "Kevin, please call Kevin, my body's not good!"

The woman smoothed her cheek into Richie's hand .. like a puppy in need of a caress.

"Call Kevin," said Lala very weakly with two hands clenched against each other on the thighs, while the tips of the toes clenched each other, and tried to hide the face, getting lower, "don't do this."

"You don't like that please" said Lala, as Richie devoured Lala's neck as the dress sagged.

Richie sees Lala in a sling and lays Lala's overheated body.

"Mahhhhh." Lala took a breath.Lala's uncontrollable body pressed firmly on Richie's manhood.

"Ja ..ngan," said Lala very slowly when Richie's hand began to enter between small cloths.

The flash of thought hurt Richie's head, like being electrocuted made him clench and his hand muscles poking out. He hit the head."Go!"

Hearing the voice of the baritone full of anger, Lala touched the wide back that sat down lowered. The man kept pulling hair.

"Richie relax!!"

Lala lets Vino's cry put Richie first, as Lala fears Richie's uproar wakes the neighbors.

"Mr Richie, there's me, you're not alone." Lala held onto Richie's hand which hit uncontrollably, until a fist hit Lala's nose.

"Richie .. hey wake up! RICHIE!!!"

Lala coils Richie's body with both hands, locking Richie's hand in a hug.

Richie grimaced, his teeth tightly clenched until a gnashing of teeth sounded.

"kauuu.." said Richie, feeling a warm embrace made him suddenly limp, and it spread throughout the body. "what was that?" Richie tried to remember again.

"You remember something? don't be forced," asked Lala worriedly as Richie got under control.

"Awhile..." Lala ran to the room lifting Vino who was about to crawl and cry loudly.

"Mother here, baby, cep cep," patted Vino's back in a sling. Lala clenched so tightly onto Vino's body, while Lala's eyes looked at Richie's nanar who looked creepy and kasian.

Vino slowly stopped the crying and returned to pick up his mimo.

"Drink first." Lala gave Richie a glass of water, with her left hand still holding her son.

The man wiped away the cold sweat on his face. He tried to regulate his breathing and bubbled a glass of water without being restless.

Richie's gaze was empty and kept blinking, he kept thinking of looking for a memory dive that looked all white without being able to find anything. He entered the room after Lala. "Linjury me money."

Lala turned around after enveloping Vino, closing in on Richie. "Money? You can, tomorrow right?"

Richie looks repetitively pulling hair and full of sweat. "Now, Hurry!"

"What are the nights at 1 am ???" Lala raised one eyebrow, starting to think a no-no.

"Quickly, I'll return more!" Richie scratched his rough head, and continued to move his legs.

"No, I won't give you."

Looked Richie who was so agitated, lips continue to mutter and quiver like a curse. "Huh ! kaaauuu--" Richie's growl was held back by a soft voice and two eyebrows fused together. He stomped loudly, inching towards the door.

"Where are the nights." Lala blocks Richie's path in the dark living room.

"Go away or I can hurt you. It's none of your business."

Lala stretched out her hands, holding the living room door. "Do you want to get drunk?! You're in my house so follow my rules" Lala stares at Richie in a semi-darkness.

"FIXED. I'M OUT OF this house! so move aside."

"Don't! you can't go out."

"Why? step aside, I'm not sure I can hold back anymore. I don't want to hurt you, so hurry." Richie grabbed Lala's waist impatiently, clenched and shifted the tiny body.

"OK please go, once out don't blame me if I don't want to see you again, yeah."

The woman's words full of emphasis made Richie who had opened the door, stop. He stared and thought for a long time until Lala grabbed Richie's hand and pushed the door.

Richie kept glued, his mind blankly following Lala's footsteps. The clutches that pulled her and invited her to sit on the wooden chair in the semi-darkness made her obedient because of Lala's resolute aura that looked angry, 'why banish me with threats? sucks! And why do I obey!'

Lala returned to the living room thrusting the glass. "Richie, just drink ginger, hopefully help."

"Tomorrow, let's see a psychiatrist. I heard that the hospital brought in the best doctors from abroad," said Lala staring at Richie who was drinking ginger water, the man looked messy."Spend it."

Lala felt Richie's head leaning against her shoulder. Richie's hair feels smooth when he touches Lala's cheek.

'This guy has a side like this too?' inner Lala, felt both hands of Richi coiled around Lala's waist so strongly, like a fear of abandonment.

An hour already Richie leaned on Lala's shoulder, making the woman close her mouth that kept yawning, she was no longer able to sit any longer. "So when will you? my waist is sore, you are heavy" lala complained.

"Sleep with me," Richie said flatly in a baritone voice, his eyes closed, feeling comfortable on Lala's left shoulder.