Dating Contract

CHAPTER 169: THE REGENT

"I'll wait here." Lala opened her eyes, her face was already very heated. His two hands were still clinging to the neck of the tall man.

Although Richie began to hold it, he began not to mind it. However, he will still need a companion figure later.

With a feeling of remorse, Richie leaned his head on the woman's shoulder. "I will miss you so much" he said in a soft, deep voice.

Lala inhaled a masculine smell from the man's warm neck. "Vino will miss you too."

"Then, you didn't?" Richie stood firm and hugged tightly, he hated leaving Lala.

"Hm..then it's fast back, I've said wait, meaning do not want you long there, right?" For the first time Lala wrapped her hands around Richie's back and held him very deep. I'm gonna miss this hug.

It was so felt Richie, After that childhood hug, you finally re-hugged me .. Rissa, remember you promised to marry me as a child. Are you not the one who stretched out your little finger and promised to look for each other!

He wiped his tears that stuck each one in the corner of his eye that had heated up, and fell slid past his cheek. She wouldn't want Lala to see this, she held Lala's head fixed on her neck, while another hand wiped her cheek.

In front of the house for the last time Richie stared and kissed Lala's lips slowly twice and inhaled deeply the woman's breath.

Lala rubbed lightly on Richie's flushed cheek. "Be careful on the road."

The man looked on with a gentle gaze, and entered the luxurious black car that his bodyguard had opened, after having briefly rubbed the woman's head and ears.

Lala's heart throbbed as Richie waved with a hard-to-read look, the car was lost to the darkness of night.

The house was in his sight. That night was pretty bright. Until Lala could see the Solar Cell slab installed on the roof of her house.

Lala covered her face with both hands and crouched down. His body trembled, his eyes heated up, it felt lonely, he went back to being lonely.

He held back his heart and began to sob, in front of his house in the cold and stillness of the night.

He needs a life partner. He doesn't want to live alone.

...***...

The morning was very quiet. Usually at 5 o'clock, Richie was busy bothering him, but now the house is so happy. Lala who was going to the bathroom, became lazy, threw her ass into the chair, her head and hands helplessly on top - the ceramic-tiled round dining table

"Richie, you're a bitch..." His chin rests on the table, staring at the spoon in front of him.

Finished cooking, as usual he swept. The chant came to a halt as it opened the door, finding fresh flowers chuckling in the middle of the door.

He put down a broom and sat down, grabbing a bouquet of red roses in that white, clear plastic background. Lala stared at the rosebuds as red as blood, bringing the fresh smell closer to her nose.

That is his favorite rose. His eyes closed, he had not gotten this for a long time, usually while still living with Kevin, men always bring it every week.

Lala looked up at the morning sky that was starting to turn white, There is no way Kevin! The bouquet slipped out of her hand, she stared at the flower.

Or is this from Richie? ah can be. He sipped the flower again and took it off his wrapper. He preferred to hold the rose stalk, feel the coarse texture and smell of the stalk, it was amazing.

Slowly he brought a pile of roses, held them up like a baby, and placed them in a vase in his room. The flower became the spirit of his morning.

Ahead of lunch hour, after filling in several meetings of community creativity development events in two districts that are located quite far away.

He accidentally met the regent and continued to eat lunch. Usually when Lala eats with the man when there are several representatives of other community leaders, but it feels so awkward if only the two are like this.

"How's Vino doing?" asked Zayn sir, the regent, he looked at the woman in front of him in astonishment. He finished his meal. Why is her skin so shiny, look with her short hair she looks like she has no children yet, right?Does she want to be my second wife, who can refuse me?

The white-cloaked man swallowed his saliva, he did not blink, afraid that the beauty was missing from his eyes.

"Sir Zayn." Lala answered many times, the man in front of her never answered.

"Yes-yes mih... Uh, dik Lala. What's up?" He smiled with a warm face, as he saw the woman giving him a box.

"Sir, here's this souvenir for Zayn's mother, I hope she likes it."

"Well, how come Lala brought this, did she know she wanted to see me?" Mr. Zayn grew more confident, thinking this woman was deliberately following his schedule. Does he like me and make this an excuse, is this a code?

Lala smiled kindly, feeling that there was something strange about Mr. Zayn's attitude. "That was, a while ago I had a chance to meet Ms. Zayn at a citizen training event, and we were sitting next to each other, it seemed like Ms. Zayn really liked this, so I took this gift with me everywhere, because I think I'm going to meet Ms. Zayn." Lala pushed the box near the man, and immediately pulled her hand as Lala felt her instincts as the man was about to reach her hand. That's right, Lala let out a long sigh, keeping smiling, she shuddered a little.

"Oh like that, surely my wife would be happy." Mr. Zayn is getting more and more dug, it seems like the journey he approached the woman will be smooth because it looks when Lala and his wife already know, and most likely they will get along. He smiled full. His smile did not last long when the woman was seen.

"Sorry, I'm being disrespectful, because I heard Vino crying." Find any excuse, to run away.

"Maybe Vino needs a father, I really like the children Loh, brother."

DEG-What does that mean? inner Lala, the more thinking the no-no.

"Who knew Dik Lala needed a husband, me-"

Kringggggggggg

Lala saw her phone ringing on the table, she used the opportunity. "Sorry sir, without diminishing respect, I say goodbye first."

Kringgggg

"Ah yeah already, be careful on the road, I want to drop off but is waiting for people." Mr. Zayn shook the woman's hand, a hand as soft as silk, he recorded the woman's smile for the last time and continued to stare at the woman's departure. The path is so graceful, like a royal princess.

"Sir Zayn, has it been a while, waiting??" Johan who had just arrived, observed the man who was smiling to himself.