Dating Contract

CHAPTER 185: IMPATIENT

- POV Author

There's no way I'm wrong.

Johan refutes the back of the 'rose'. Clearly, he sure recognized these lips.

Ignore salsa music and people around. Closer, Johan wanted to grab those lips to be sure.

The woman turned away from Johan's gaze, turned to the right saying coldly, "i think, a gift for Shasa is enough." Making Johan's shoulder to rise, leaving Johan still pensive.

A glimpse of the shadow appears in Johan's head at the beginning of the meeting with Lala - Lala who fled panting at Martini's large hotel and fell in the parking area - in front of his car.

The movements of the woman are the same.

Suddenly Johan's eyes heated up, IMPOSSIBLE.

"Wait," cried Johan as he chased in a huge leap past many pairs of eyes. Outside the building, Johan manages to block the hands of the panting woman. "Why are you running? you could fall.hh"

Johan couldn't help but worry, "Where are you going?" Looking around, there were two parking attendants waiting for the cars.

"You hurt my hand."

Sontak Johan took off the grip.

"I need some fresh air" said the woman flatly.

"It's cold outside, it's not good." Johan steals glances - the woman's back, and the tight ass - which always manages to catch her attention. "It seems, you're not the real one here."

The woman laughed. "Yes, I don't live in this town." The woman squeezed his hand.

"Your dress is good, it fits your style. If you know where to buy? yes, I have girls, thinking of finding gifts for them."

"It's a gift from a friend, so I don't know the store."

"It is not impolite to speak in this way."

"If you don't like to go. Thank you for being my dance partner," said the woman gently as her hand was on her stomach. While the other hand could not stand still, it seemed to touch the mouth.

Every time Johan shifted wanting to see that face, the woman twisted hiding it.

"So your son is how old?" johan asked finally giving up, taking a cigarette pack out of her pants pocket. A butt stuck between the forefinger moved to the clasp of his lips, there was a sense of Mint.

"Why are you asking that," the woman turned around. Johan held the woman's left hand.

"I feel like you're avoiding me?" Johan asked as he stared at the clear night sky, picking up a match in his chest pocket.

"It's just your feeling. I'm not used to the smell of cigarettes, let me go," the woman stared at Sasha's house.

Putting out the lighter, Johan took the cigarette out of his mouth. "If I don't smoke, will you stay with me?"

"depends."

Looking to the left, his eyes dimmed at the woman."Mean you?"

"If you do not enter the realm of the private-"

"Deal, you win," Johan grinned, taking off the woman's hand.

Throwing away the cigarette that had not been lit, the tip of the black shoe pressed down firmly, until the cigarette butt was crushed in the paving arrangement. "So." cleared his throat twice. "The opening dish, we haven't tasted yet, right" his voice turned soft back to hook into a warm springy closet.

"Please," the woman's hand opened Johan's finger grip, she walked with her head lowered in front of Johan, the woman's attitude made Johan smile to himself plus it was hard not to look at that back.

"Please, you first," said the woman after pausing, sounding even more fierce.

Increasingly grinning, Johan looked down at the soft short hair, wanting to touch it. "I walk in front of you, and let you look at me as much as you can..."

Johan looked at the dimly flushed ears in shame as the woman muttered in disbelief.

The woman turned around with protesting eyes.

Sweetness, - "What?" asked Johan with an irresistible smile.

The hysteria of the invited guests echoed followed by music with stronger bass in the voice of understated laughter.

The woman turned to look at the crowd and turned to look up again "Did you not want to join? look at the games."

"Before that,-" Johan said, pointing to the row of food.

The woman is dragged away by Johan's quick steps.

**

"Hm?"

"Where's the semalem guy?"Sasha got an unpredictable look.

"What's the matter?"

Opening the solation from the blue paper, "what was my friend last night interesting?"

"Yes, interesting, very interesting."

Shasa raised an eyebrow, so they already know each other's identities, haven't they? open the cardboard box that came out of the package.

"Wah humidifer is cool funny," said Lala saw the newly opened gift Sasha.

"So, did you exchange hp numbers?" ask Sasha fishing.

"For what?Nevermind Sasha. I already have Richie."

Slide the cardboard containing the humidifer, taking out a large cardboard that was the height of a head. "But, Richie and you haven't dated, have you? So, try dating a guy last night."

"Sasha, me and Richi are so close."

Sasha's view was blocked by cardboard, "Hmm? whahuh? uh LDR is a lot of testing. I have a suggestion, which is near."

Lala rolled her eyes, "Richie is different, Sha. He's not a playful person."

Shasa pulled Cutter open the dus inside which there is a dus.

Lala laughs. "Many dus wrapped it up."

"It's from an old neighbor, he came all the way here. The guy likes to be prank." Opened again, the gift contained a transparent clock of mica - where there was a photo of Shasa hugging a woman.

"Well, that's unique."Lala, holding a square mica clock.

"Eh, last night's man never played. She's single for life."

"Kasian," said Lala flat while keeping the mica clock away from Vino's hand.

"Jomblo, but have children? you mean."

"Oh, did you know she had a child? Hiya, yes .. that's it."

Lala raised an eyebrow, "what the hell, not clear."

"So you don't know his real name yet?" sasha asked, guessing a bit.

***

Not far from the beach near the hotel. Johan stared at the vast puddle, where dozens of excavators dredged the ground moving on dump trucks.

"Make sure they all work. I don't want anyone to sit down," Johan said considering some time ago got a report about workers who work not optimally.

"The foremen have been warned, Mr. President," explained the project manager. "And in two weeks the dredging is done.

"One week. I'll give you one week."

"One week? Mr. President, that's impossible. The weather these days is so unsupportive, even a day can rain in four hours."

Johan saw a puff of smoke from his mouth. He threw away the remaining cigarette by half. Roughly stepping on it - the hard-textured ground - "Your up. I'm just gonna charge you an operational swelling of your paycheck, right?or do you want to be mutated to a smaller project? I can find something more reliable than you."

"Okay, Mr. President, I'll work on it in a week." The project manager was trembling to realize the situation, he was unwilling to move to another city and away from his wife's child.

Under the blazing sun Johan loosened the tie, opening the top two buttons, feeling a gust of wind as - a sweat as big as corn seeds - flowed coldly from his forehead to his temple.

He looked back at the watch, waiting for lunch.

Time passed, the driver opened the car door. Johan lands the shoes in the paving, inhaling the sweet aroma of the grill like coffee or cinnamon. Where it looks before his eyes, the buyer out alternately carrying a tote of a cake box in a large plastic.

Johan Pulling a gray suit on the bottom. Then flick on the area of the stomach fold that is slightly tangled. Johan combed the damp hair with fingers three times. He took a deep breath.

After he was sure of his tidy appearance, his feet stepped lightly and steadily. As if looking at the blood-soaked flesh, he felt the lion within him so hungry.

"What are you hiding..." Johan grinned.