Dating Contract

CHAPTER 171: FIGHTING WITH IVY?

"What can I get for you?" (what can I do for you?) ask a bartender.

"Surprise me" the man replied. Making Lydia turn her head, she glanced at the man next to her like he was not a local and the man looked back at Lydia with a cold gaze.

Two hours passed, people came back and forth, Lydia paid her bills in cash, she overestimated several sheets of hundreds of thousands for tips the bartender, “I think I might be drinking too much. Would you like to pour me some coffee? I'll drink it and call a taxi, hum take the change,” said Lydia a little scream and body stuck to the table, with her eyes dimming.

"It is with pleasure, miss," said the bartender, also with a loud voice, that his fingers began to count the sum of his money, and knowing that there was a remaining five hundred thousand, of course it was rare, two corners of his lips lifted up, and he knew that there was five hundred thousand left, knowing his new customers isn't stingy.

After sipping the coffee up to half a glass. Lydia stood up in a slight daze, almost falling down and was caught by the man who was always next to Lydia.

However, Lydia pushed the man violently until the man was pushed a few steps making the man sigh violently, and held back his gnashing of teeth.

"See you, thank you" said Lydia as she turned to the bartender in a slightly indistinct voice amid the loud music.

"Come back next time, miss!" The bartender who had been lackluster, became re-energized.

In the courtyard, Lydia stopped her steps and turned around. He was only half drunk and still conscious to just know."Don't follow, you don't know who I am?"

The man behind, raised one eyebrow, "who are you? do you need a ride?"

Lydia took one step forward, she looked up, "me-me, what am I telling you for?"

"You dropped this." The man grabbed Lydia's left hand, and placed the black wallet there. Making Lydia bow and put her hands to her face, she opened the wallet, ascertained if it belonged to her, and it was true that there was a picture of Lydia, mother, and father in one frame there.

"A, um." Lydia took out a pinch of money and glued it to the man, "thanks ya."

"Hey, what is this, no." The man returned the money to Lydia's hand. "I don't need this."

"Oh, yes, thanks again." Lydia stared at the man on the bangs for a while, and walked on heavy legs towards the taxi she had booked.

The taxi door was opened, he stopped for a moment to look towards the location of his car parked at the end, which must be abandoned and taken tomorrow because he felt still not strong to drive, which was not yet strong to drive, before he finally sat down violently, his hands twitched his dizzy head. "Blue Sea Hotel, sir."

“Good mba, I drive safely,” said the taxi driver stared at the customer in - middle-of-spion. The customer of the hotel was always nice and liked to give more money, he was excited if the girl called, the driver was happy to pick up immediately, even if it was far away.

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In the other hemisphere, Ivy was busy in front of the computer. He has a special room, a gift from Kevin with super advanced and latest equipment.

He just finished making a video call with Alen's grandfather. Sometimes using secret language disguised to an agreed upon game is only understood by Ivy and Alen.

Not only that, Ivy berberkal flash that was entrusted to the driver when Lala decided to leave. Using that, Ivy follows instructions to contact someone, using a special password at a special website address to know the development of the mother and Vino, his younger brother. Of course he kept it a secret from anyone, let alone his father.

Ivy shifted photo after photo, when her family was still intact. She hates Aunt Bella, for making her mother go away. Ivy wiped the tears on her cheeks.

" Ma..,maaa .. Ivy kangennn!” his body was shaken in his sobs. “mamaa pulangg... Hksh haa..kh,” his mouth was wide open in tears and was getting bowed. “Ivy want to see mommy!!"  In line with the pain when the clear water falls each time the eyes are itchy by tear drops. He sifted through as many tissues as he could and irritated all his snot in a few pushes. Even his nose was so itchy it did not want to compromise and was very disturbing, he rubbed the rough tissue on his nose still in a sob and threw the tissue that already felt moist in any direction with full anger.

Ivy banged his forehead and brutally hit the glass table, "Why is this happening to our family, mah hhhhhh."  Ivy again roared, his eyes closed so strongly feeling something out of his control.

“Ivy not strongttt., mah, mom, mom!” Tears fell through his cheeks and into his agape mouth and his head began to hurt. He felt cold all over his skin. Heat in his back, chest and throat. He felt a large huddle that was wrapped around him and smeared his hair making him open his eyes.

“Ivy dear, papah here, dear.”

The more Ivy felt helpless, both his hands drooping in papa's arms, staring at papa's neck nanar in front of his eyes .”Mom, mamaaaaaaa... Maaamaa....a!” Ivy's yelling became more and more so in his sobs when his shoulders were lackluster and limp, hoping that his mom and dad would reunite.

Kevin stared at the scattering tissue that had been soaked on the spell: on Ivy's lap: on the floor; stroking and kissing Ivy's hair. “Papah here,” said Kevin with a trembling voice, his heart felt hot and tight, looking at Ivy's hair that was also messy and damp either by sweat or Ivy's tears. Ivy's eyes were swollen and swollen, making Kevin's heart slit.

She turned to the Ivy laptop screen, where a picture of Lala and Kevin sitting on their backs, Ivy sleeping on Lala's lap, Isla sleeping on Kevin's lap, and Irish leaning between Lala and Kevin, and, It was the last photo together in front of the Palace lake, on a thin pedestal on the grass.

“You want to see mom, baby?”Kevin stroked Ivy's back, and feeling Ivy's head droop, he turned to find Ivy unconscious. “I..VY! Don't joke!” patting Ivy on the cheek, removing Ivy's cracked glasses and putting them on the table.

The man who was still complete with his suit, was carrying the drooping Ivy, then a little run, a little run, his eyes did not want to be separated from the princess who felt lighter in her carry than from the last time when she was also holding the princess who fell ill.

Parker was daydreaming at the door, his eyes widened and was so jolted at the faint Ivy. While contacting the butler and the doctor, he followed Kevin's quick steps. The master had just returned from Indonesia, and hurriedly met Ivy because the boy for two days did not want to pick up the phone from Kevin.

The boy ditched every waiter's phone and gave Ivy a cell phone and a landline.. The last week the child also had a hard time eating, especially these three days the always moody child was throwing away food and bread. The waiter knew that Ivy only wanted to drink water, so several times he fainted and needed to be injected with fluid. But Ivy's unruly base, so consciously it instantly retracted the infusion, he became a little arrogant and beat up anyone who dared to approach him.

Of course Kevin did not want to kill Ivy with a male bodyguard, just a few days Kevin had the waiter follow what Ivy wanted, Ivy, when he was in Indonesia where he also observed from a distance his one-year-old son.

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In the city limits, Richie was sitting in a secret study with his hands on the mouse, pointing the cursor at a special website, and double-clicking on the inbox. The man, who was wearing shorts and a black T-shirt, stared intensely at the laptop screen.

Opening the report that had not been checked since two years due to memory loss, he was shaking, his eyes slowly squeezed as his left hand in front of his mouth.

Some secret business friends, already noisily and Richie rubbed his face violently. A lot of things developed the last two years that should have gone well, it was mangkrak and messy.

Richie's eyes widen in response to several reports of top-secret IT experts, regarding a hack carried out by Ivy, the daughter of Lala and Kevin.

"This little girl's guts are so big, I don't think Kevin knows this." he muttered as he stroked his chin as his heart beat irregularly. "Is this how you miss uncle, huh?" Richie grinned, but a second later he pinched his forehead and bit his lips for a long time.

His eyes lit up, not liking, "Should it be to fight with the daughter of my woman?"

“Hahhh...” he sighed long , leaning back. He turned the chair 180 degrees, staring at a big photo of his childhood with Lala hugging in the garden behind his house, as his fingers tapped into the armrests. Ivy, you've gone too far. Damnit damnit! Are you going to prevent Uncle from getting your mother?