Dating Contract

CHAPTER 158: UBI

Since when and for what in this house, I've been asking you as a member of his family."

"You're not stupid and this becomes your PR, so go to sleep, "reply Richie makes - lips and Guskov-eyes narrow.

Guskov recognized the martial technique Richie used on him. Krav Maga is famous for its terrible martial system. If he is not careful, he must now be completely paralyzed or lead to death. 'Who exactly is this guy? He's no ordinary person, what's his motive near Lala.'

"Well huh, why would a man like you be in such a small town? I feel like you're planning something."

"O, what am I planning? I want to know."

"Maybe .... disturb their relationship, make a stretch and then you try to seduce her?" Guskov glared, hoping it was wrong.

Richie chuckled, he tilted to the left, turned his back on Guskov and pulled the blanket to cover all the bodies.

"It's more uninterrupted, so. Who are you really?"

"Boyfriend" said Richie coldly. Eyes drooping and drowsiness more unbearable.

"What?" Guskov screamed, tilting his body to the left. "Daughter?" peeking at Richie whose lips were smiling while eyes were closed. "Hey your dress is not funny."Guskov shook the man's shoulder but the man named Richie didn't touch him.

Unanswered, Guskov laid his head on his chin.

'No need, tell this place to Mom and Kevin. Kasian, why live in this same old place. It's been nice living with Kevin, all so well done. I really don't know with a woman's mind.' Inner Guskov he pulled the blanket over cover the body.

After a long war with himself. Guskov wants to contact Kevin. He fingered and grabbed a nearby cell phone and typed something.

Ntingggggg

Plaque!

"noisy!" Guskov slapped the mosquito near the head and hit the ear.

Connected phone ....

By accident Guskov had pressed the green button, Guskov quickly turned off but the error 'had died me.'

"Hello, where are you? lookingfor you?" ask Kevin. "Hello.. hello? Guskov, Hey_?"

His eyes widened with trembling hands immediately pressing the red button.

TUT - phone successfully died.

"Well! stupid stupid fool, almost." Guskov let out a long sigh, stroking the chest that felt tight.

Drrrttt

Guskov sensed the vibration hp, he opened a chat :

...Hey, how come there's no sound? I went to the house and Mamah Rumi said you were abroad? whither? I'll catch up with you.Kevin-...

"I have to answer. Huh.what say only vacation time, why I became creepy, yes. Lying to Kevin is like dying, huh." Guskov smiled wryly, typed the message and then deleted it.

He undoes the intention and throws his cellphone to the right onto a thin padded pedestal. His left hand bent on his forehead, trying to shut down, not knowing what to answer. He was confused by his determination to unite Lala and Kevin again, especially after seeing his brother seemed to live quietly here.

The morning at 5 was still very cold, Richie woke up because of the sound of the Weker clock. The sleeping position of his fist right at the door of Lala's room, he can see the steps of Lala's time, see the woman just woke up with a long coat made of cotton sari, looks very beautiful for Richie.

Lala's eyebrows shot up while her eyes widened, when she accidentally saw Richie curling his lips into a smile in the morning.

Until Lala was festering for a moment because of the new expression of waking up the man. "Wake up, okay?" Lal turns to look at Guskov curled his back at Richie.

Lala's steps followed Richie, Lala's instincts catching Richie's domineering powerful aura behind her. She steps up and closes the bathroom door just before Richie grabs her.

"Bright...." Lala blinked her eyes many times, trying to catch her breath, her hand holding her chest, 'why am I always pounding when the aura was too domineering. I'm really afraid he's doing something.'

Lala hears Richie's footsteps moving away. Morning water when it was cold fortunately he was getting used to it, he immediately washed his face and brushed his teeth. His eyes were glued to Richie's jacket hanging in the bathroom, yesterday to the minimarket choose the jacket for Richie and put the man on his way home, 'he is very handsome even at the age of 52. Does he not intend to marry me?'

Lala shook her head eliminating her hard-to-control thoughts.

Lala's hand unlocked the bathroom, but no Richie seemed to bother her, "Thank God."

"What is grateful?" Richie's touch appeared in front of him suddenly from the kitchen, making Lala take two steps back by closing her mouth tightly while her heart pounded.

Richie's closing in on Lala. Staring at that sky blue bead deeply.

"Every morning we have to be grateful," said Lala depressed when Richie re-examined the lips, as a result Lala so think no-no.

"Why long inside? Look at your chin and your hands are so cold" Richie said.mas Lala's left palm and held onto the woman's chin whose face still looked very fresh and still wet.

Lala who was leaning on the bathroom door frame increasingly squeezed Richie's body which was held Lala's left hand on Richie's stomach so that the man kept his distance.

Richie's strong aura always makes him hypnotized so he has trouble fighting, staying away and avoiding because Richie always has a way to limit his movements.

Lala felt strange on her body which was hard to resist.

And the war between the mind, the mind and the body is never over, and increasingly becomes. His inner self hinders Richie and his mind fights with itself. But this body's desire is very different because every reflex responds to Richie's treatment.

The woman felt Richie's warm hands coiling around her waist. Richie lowered his head, making Lalamenby to the left when Richie's lips were very close, until the lips finally hit Lala's cheek.

"Your eyes can't lie, you want them, right?" Richie whispered his nose pressed firmly on Lala's cheeks, he inhaled deeply into the skin and loved it lingering there.

Richie's breath was getting closer to Lala's right ear, it shut the woman down and her body trembled as the warm, pointed nose played in her ears with hot breath hunting the man in the cold morning air that was so biting on the skin.

Richie's clap keeps Lala's hand squeezed between Richie's stomach and his stomach, suddenly the man shifts Lala away from the bathroom sill, making Lala jump when Richie kisses softly Lala's lips and pulls her lower lip with a slight bite, 'sweet, fresh.'

Until the departure of the man who immediately locked the bathroom door, leaving Lala who was still staring at the bathroom door while she held her lips.

While Richie was in the bathroom, his face warmed, his eyes staring so deeply at the floor of the room, holding his lips in disbelief at what he was doing. The vibration of his heart became increasingly, what he was so presumptuous, he found it very difficult to be polite in front of Lala.

In the kitchen Lala washes the dishes, her mind still empty thinking about Richue, until not realizing Richie's arrival behind her.

"Sorry," Richie said, he immediately hugged Lala's stomach from behind, "I'm having trouble controlling this."

Lala's hands full of soap can not push Richie's body, the man smears his hair makes Lala was closed until the tap water continues to flow.

Richie who consciously saw Lala unfocused because he continued to inhabit the same plate, making Richie wonder, actually what this woman thinks when like this.

"You stay away, Guskov can misunderstand," Whispered Lala pushed Richie's chest with her elbow.

Richie's knee is stuck to Lala's thigh. "Then let him know all our relationships, so there's no misunderstanding anymore, right?

"What do you mean, what relationship?" Lala stuttered, she stuck her thighs forward to get away from Richie, the man actually put a forehead on Lala's right shoulder.

"Be my girlfriend!"

"W-what!!"

Richie's words make the tray point at him, and the tap water shines into Lala's stomach, as Lala shifts the water splashes into Richie and the tray falls down while colliding with Richie's surprise.

THE CLONTANG!

Richie turns off the faucet, while Lala picks up the falling tray.

"Ah you're Mr. Richie, the floor is wet, our clothes are wet!"

"Aren't you holding onto that, why so blame me Miss Risa!"

From the top of the mattress, in a slightly dark place, the recording Guskov pressed the stop button.

Because the house was only one room, automatically from the front tivi can see the kitchen. Guskov therefore heard little of their conversation. But Guskov was astonished by Lala's indecisive attitude towards the man.

'What is their relationship? right the other end of the guy shot Lala, Kevin should know this right?'

Due to the noise in the kitchen, Vino cried. Guskov immediately pretended to be asleep as Richie ran towards him.

"Ye the hotshot is up, here the cup boy," said Richie lovingly lifting Vino, the still-sleepy boy shivering his hands in his cries.

Not intermittently Old Vino in Richie's sling also began to remain silent when Lala was turning on the stove.

Vino and Richie both look at Lala uprek in the kitchen.

"achhicha !" Vino kept sneezing due to the pungent smell of Lala's osengan.

"Take her away," Lala orders Richie. "Mama's son, uh."

Richie steps in with Guskov who also sneezes because he wants to go to the bathroom.

"What's the cook? pedes banged smell. huh little house, kitchen was not separated, yes like this. Let me buy you a bigger house, ka," exclaimed Guskov in a shady voice, rubbing his nose as if pierced by cooking.

"What the hell are you, it's so good to say. Never mind, I'll boil some water for you to take a shower, okay?" lala asked to turn off the stove, knowing the vegetables had withered.

"May, without hot water I can't do anything! This place is like hell, how can you live in this cold place huh, in England the mending there is a heating machine. Heh, I want to pee so lazy-lazy cold," said Guskov continued to sniff and went straight into the bathroom.

"Having two children, your behavior is still like that. Guskov, Guskov," lala grumbled.

In the living room Guskov found Richie holding Vino, their eyes coldly daydreaming ahead looking at half the glass wall, seeing people passing by in front

'Well, people looking at this must think they're sons and fathers, why am I jealous to see Vino and Richie's closeness, damn it, ' Guskov's inner self, then grabbed the purple yam that was still billowing on Richie's front desk.

"Awww hot!" screeched Guskov and the piece of yam fell to the table.

"Are you stupid? you see it's still hot, just hold it!" jolt Richie with a cold face, his left hand coiled in Vino's stomach. The little boy so stretched out his hand would reach for the yam.

"Well, I don't know how hot it is" murmured Guskov, passing Richie and sitting next to him.

"You want this boy? wait for it to get cold, yeah." Richie took one piece of the yam, moved it to a small barbeque, once it was cleaved with a spoon, the hot puff became more noticeable.

Richie took the tubers and blew it

"Can't blow hot food, bro" said Guskov.

"Listening to the call, Richie turned to the left, "I don't feel we're close, it's good that you're calling as you please, 'Bro' am I your brother? Hush."

"So what should I call you? old Man?"

Richie was speechless, he held the yam on the spoon and fed Vino, "eat, do you like boy?" ask Richie while looking down at the tiny lips of Vino tasting slowly ******* a piece of sweet potato in Richie's comot-comot.

"Call me brother ! like you called your brother," he replied, then he laughed lightly at Guskov who was eating the yams.

Not long after, Lala brought three glasses of warm milk on the table. He saw the two men getting familiar and chatting to each other like yesterday who fought each other cold and cynical,

"Pure milk is good for breakfast." Lala takes over Vino from Richie's sling.

"O, is this like our courtship celebration, Darling?" richie said with a mysterious smile.

"What!?" lala, "Whatt?!!!" guskov replied and his eyes widened as he rubbed his ears.