Dating Contract

CHAPTER 165: SORRY MOM

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"Little friend? what do you mean and who are your little friends?" lala asked without turning her head, wanting to throw Richie into the hot lead.

Lala's back is like a spear, it feels heavy, because it is not comfortable if outsiders suddenly interfere in the affairs of his residence.

Meanwhile, Richie looked at Lala guiltily, his hand sliding Vino from the waist, flipping until Vino could face forward in front of his stomach.

Lala recalled very well, this morning, she wiped - this cast kitchen table after making breakfast, the gray color of cement is now no longer there, replaced with marble.

His stove replaced the latest output electric stove complete with a grill. The yellow wall becomes a wallpaper motif with cherry blossoms. He did not know what to do with this inconvenience. Don't be so nice to us, Richie.

Vino reached out his hand forward, hailing in his funny language to the Mother impatiently.

“Mother is still dirty, baby. Mom, take a shower, yeah,” said Lala gently. While his eyes were against Richie's, a very deep gaze made Richie so wrong.

"Boy, let's play again, Vino's a smart kid." Richie rubbed the top of the woman's hair because Lala's gaze was so piercing the recesses of her heart, "Well, yes there's a bath," Richie said feeling clumsy, he quickly brought Vino to the front of the TV, he set his heart to not jump out.

The wind and the rain were getting louder. Lacerated! lacerated! The rain water is getting worse.

Inside the bathroom, Lala lit a hot water faucet. The device works.

The warm water burst onto Lala's achy back. Water shafts glided smoothly from the tip of the head, vying through his entire body. My leg is gone.

Lala poured shampoo, rubbing her short hair. When Richie thought so attentively, he thought of us who were cold. It seems like I'd go too far when I'm angry with her, right? Given that he had already thought about comfort for me and Vino in such detail.

Why is such a good man unmarried!! yes, because of me, that is impossible! what the hell am I thinking, what a pity, huh embarrassing!! his words are unbelievable! she's smart, attentive, billionaire, cool, nice body! rich, handsome! it's impossible to think of me, right? who me! don't dream and piety, Lala Clarissa!

He who is still closed feels dead water, he fumbles the faucets in front of him feel darker. The woman wiped the slippery water shampoo on the face especially the eyes, her eyes felt sore when everything looked dark. Dead lights?

"Oahhhh! Mr. Richie, what's the LIGHTS off?" Lala shouted, while she fumbled the soap foam still felt a lot on the head and face, which had not disappeared, she closed her already sore eyes.

"Lala, turn off the lights, wait." Richie fumbles in the darkness, pulls Vino into his lap, then gropes the heat on the mattress and immediately turns on the flashlight.

In the darkness Lala shifted to the right reaching the tub.

The left hand held on to the tub, the other hand touched the tub hole and rinsed his body.

"I brought you a flashlight, put it on."

"Ehm.. just a minute." Lala walked while fumbling the smooth embossed wall, which was previously a rough cement wall.

He felt the coarse fabric fibers in his hand, and immediately wrapped around the towel, it felt very stuffy in the darkness of the narrow space.

Richie was standing at the door with his cell phone flashlight, he was glued when the fragrant smell was smelled, so only Lala's hand was visible.

"Give me the flashlight." Feeling no response, Lala's head appeared behind the bathroom door.

"A-h this." His eyes did not blink staring at the water droplets on Lala's face and shoulder skin, his heart pounding even tighter.

Finished Lala was dressed, relying on the lighting from Richie Richie as the woman held Vino while kissing him. Behind her Richie continued to inhale the fragrant smell and instantly grabbed the damp towel in Lala's hair while they had sat in front of the tivi.

"Mr Richie, I'll dry it myself."

"Look at your busy hands, and don't say that again, I'm distracted."

"So what should I call?" Lala gives ASI using a nursing apron, she feels uncomfortable there is Richie behind her, but Vino is impatient. While his phone was off, he couldn't possibly carry the lighting of just one and leave the man in the dark.

Richie puts pressure on Lala's head, and massages it. "I'm also confused, what should you call with, what if 'Mas'?"

"Mass?" Lala laughed a little.

"That call doesn't match, does it?" Richie turned into powerless, after previously seen spirit.

"Who said it doesn't fit? it's just that, rarely would anyone want to be called like that." Lala laughed again, remembering that she called Johan at the first meeting. Uh, how's Johan doing? I haven't checked Amber and Lydia's instagram yet!

White flashes from the sky are seen in the Ventilation hole, Lala immediately closed the ears of Vino, her son was just sleeping.

A loud bang echoed. The lightning was irregular, sometimes and suddenly so loud that it blared for so long as if it was splitting the sky tonight. Luckily Vino did not wake up.

The wet towel fell onto Lala's shoulder while the man's massage grew more intense. Lala wanted to refuse, but Richie always made her unable to fight back. Richie's fingers feel big when he touches the scalp.

Richie leaning forward, Lala gasped and moved away when she felt the lips plus Richie's hot gusts in her ears.

The woman turned to the right, "don't fuck around, Richie."

"I didn't mean it, why do you think I was doing anything? Uh! isn't that what you've been thinking about all this time?" Two corners of Richie's lips lifted, forming a smile in a black shadow on part of Richie's face as the light blocked the woman's head in front of him. He felt anxious and wanted to lock Lala up.

"Tu-an, ah mas Richie. I'm not thinking shit, 'cause you're too close, so-"

"Oh - Yes - yes, sorry!" Richie shut his mouth, he let down the "sorry." sound."

"You hang my feelings, Mr. Richie. I've asked you out, and you said I told you to wait. While you are so as he likes to call 'honey' and be romantic."

"Do you like that?" Richie with a sly smile and his baritone voice caught Lala's pouting face from behind.

"Don't confuse me. If we don't date throw away your shitty attitude this agh!"

Richie dropped his head on Lala's right shoulder, his eyes closed where he had a towel on his lap.

"I have to act right, right? I really want to be serious about everything about you. I want the process to be so perfect. Rissa, I really love you."

Richie wrapped both hands forward in Lala's stomach. Until the right hand touches Vino's tiny legs in Lala's lap.

It felt warm the woman's stomach and waist.

"Mas, Richie, don't mind how to start this, isn't that the same? what matters is our commitment to living it."

Their hearts began to beat fast, they had not expected it to be so open to each other in the end.

"I don't want to half-do it, considering that I've been waiting for so many years, I want to start the right way, Risaa."

Lala felt Richie immerse a face into her shoulder. "What are you waiting for? a way? isn't that overkill?"

Richie sat back. "No! that way is important to me. And Rissa, you're a special woman."

Hearing that Lala's face warmed up, the two corners of her lips carved out a smile, and her face warmed up.

"Now I ask, how would you feel if you were with me?" asked the man in a heavy and serious voice.

"Comfortable, of course. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come all the way to your headquarters in the UK..." Lala's voice was getting smaller. "Is that wrong?"

"Yes at home?" Richie held onto his chin, thinking for a moment, his eyes looking at Lala's back and he started muttering.

"Maybe it's because of our relationship as children, haven't we been connected to this far, what is DESTINY? considering we grew up in the same environment and then separated long enough. I found you back. I missed you, Rissa. Miss you so much."

Richie's chest was throbbing, as his childhood memories with Lala were so vividly reflected in the mind. He dropped his head on the woman's shoulder. My lover.

Lala felt Richie's hot breath on her cotton shirt, it penetrated the skin of her back and felt amused. "Tell me, what would it look like if the story really existed? I want to know."

"When I'm on tour with me in Russia, I'm going to show you a lot."

"But .. mas Richie. You may have wrong people? who knows I'm not your childhood friend, I don't remember anything and it's not possible anyway-"

"Then let me prove it, come with me...Rissa." Richie with a heavy tone then combed Lala's hair with his fingers.

Thinking of the possibility of her past with Richie being buried, Lala's heart skipped a beat again, as her eyes continued to look at the son.

Vino, would you allow me to open this scarred heart to Om Richie? what if you grew up, would you hate your mother for leaving your father? Don't hate me, son. Maafin...