Dating Contract

CHAPTER 187: THE MEETING I DREAMED OF, IS NOW A REALITY

- POV Johan

I got tired of the hotel food and decided to walk past some restaurants.

I hope this restaurant won't be preparing food for too long.

"Welcome to the Blue Bay restaurant. Father, what table would you like to sit at?" ask a teenager dressed in a waiter uniform.

I looked at the entire table in the room, until my eyes were fixed on the figure of the back of the woman I knew.

My eyes widened on the short-haired woman sitting next to him.

"Mr?" asked the waiter, exactly the same two visitors who hit me.

"Ah sorry," they said simultaneously and passed towards the person I knew.

"Look at me, I ordered a serving of meadow sauce crab, bawal bakar, and oseng bean sprouts, and warm oranges. And I'll wait near the guy."

"Near Sasha's mom? all right, I'll take note, sir."

"Oh, you know Ms. Sasha do you know the person next to her?"

"Mother Lala, Ella's friend"

"... Can you repeat?"

"Mom Ella owns this restaurant."

"Not one, who was it?" I can't believe like being struck by lightning, how many names are there in this world? don't draw conclusions too quickly.

"Mrs Lala Alena..." The teenager's eyebrows shot up.

"Lala Alena? oh yeah, thanks for that." I let out a long breath, until my lungs deflated to the maximum. A similar name.

Be similar? I noticed very well 'Lala' / 'Roses' especially when she was left-hand slanted, her cheeks were a little thin or perhaps taut more precisely. The woman pushed the hair behind the ears, making my heart flutter.

"Is he or isn't he?" This thought had pierced my brain like a dull needle.

He's very similar.

Clapping Sasha's suddenly stiffened shoulders, I saw 'Lala?', the woman turned her head and immediately rounded her perfect eyes.

The same beautiful features: eyes, cherry lips graceful neck difference: However, there is also instead of long, short hair and she dresses ala girl and is slimmer but 'fillful'

However, looking at him, it was as if he was a complete stranger. If it was really Lala Clarissa she would have recognized me, but she didn't feel it. Very similar however, most likely, not him. Or her?

"Jo_" Sasha's call sounded choked, but my eyes never escaped the woman who looked in shock and still looked at me.

"Roses?" call me.

"Sa...?" ask the woman.

"Jo, sit down," Sasha pulled my hand, I sat down before them, and looked intently for Sasha's answer.

I looked deeply into the woman's eyes."A rose? Lala?" vague and blurred. "Chlarissa Lala? Lala's Alena?" I stiffened, my hands clenched on the table."Give me an explanation, Sha," I said filled with emphasis on the pale-looking Sasha.

"CANDY-LALA?" my insistence was impatient, with great emphasis pulling Lala's hand out of her seat which locked Sasha.

"Jo, let's talk about it."

"Well, you say, Sha?" holding my voice as Lala looked at Sasha, wasn't it getting any clearer.

"I'm sorry, but maybe you're wrong" replied the vibrating rose made me laugh, and the rose seemed to tremble. "Let go of my hand."

"Johan, let go of her hand!"

I stared at the buttoned white canal that the roses used." Show me your belly, if you're not Lala Clarissa. "I stood up without taking off the rose's left hand, as Sasha also held my wrist in order to remove Lala.

"Omong empty! just excuse me, pervert!" a great-granddaughter of roses with fused eyebrows.

"Side Sha," she asked Sasha to stand and rose past her. Then hit my wrist abruptly and ran.

"Why is he running?" I asked Shasa, "say who he really is?"

Sasha's mouth kept locked. I turned around and chased the rose, why is he running?

I was so quick to lose him, staring at the trees, was he playing hide and seek? he couldn't have gotten into another restaurant, right?

I walked to the restaurant next door and helped someone with a splattered merchandise, "fall ya sir?"

"Yes women have no ethics, have run around, hit and even play run away."

"Run? where'd he run?" askaku have hope and rise up to help the old man who brought krupuk. The man pointed at the beach, it was blocked by a tree, I shifted, right under the light he was standing by the beach.

"Thank you sir." I half-run, my clattering of feet stepped on dry twigs, then started to pass through the sand.

The night wind passed through my entire face especially my neck, blowing slowly but quite capable of making me shiver.

The sound of breaking waves and shattering water bubbles on the beach, very real.

I stepped behind him and he looked.

"You're wrong."

"Didn't your voice look alike for a long time? don't run anymore? I don't care who you are; rose; Lala Alena; Lala Clarissa; don't go again."

He looks at the beach. The long-sleeved shirt part of the skirt and her hair was swept back in the wind. The fragrance of her perfume changed faintly; roses and raspberries. His hands bent, "Johan," he said flatly making me smile.

I want to say I love you.

I looked at her feeling something of a desire how and everything inside began to itch from getting close, touching her with her hands, lips, crushing her in her arms, impressing her on herself, leaving her like that. endorphins are surprising !

I believe and do not believe that I finally met Lala. How I prayed once, only to find it, only to see it...

How much I miss her, worrying about this little, evil cat woman.

Disgusting to remember. I love! How much I loved him. And then I swore to myself: I will never remember that love again.

And I broke his vow many times I lost count.Then I dreamed of meeting him.

While I was dying of longing, she was living her own life, and she didn't care how I was there. He just threw me ..My mind kept eating, biting, threatening to devour me whole.

I remember how bad I was in the first month, when he left his country. During that time I lived with the sole purpose of surviving to think of not killing myself. I can't think of anything else.

Naive, I was just dreaming about it too, dreaming that I would marry her.

After months of not getting any news. Lala didn't call, write, leave a voice.

Then one morning I woke up from an excruciating pain.

I suffered, climbed up and once again swore: no more.

then yesterday this cat woke up for a second in her everything I lived, what made me tremble the most.

He tried to hide himself. I won't allow it!

He looked down at the beach sand, under the moonlight. "I'm not who I used to be, so don't see me again. Consider me the one who was dead."

He said with a tremble and then left I held him."Move, you're a bitch!"

I laughed making him turn to look at me and I align my height with him. "Lala, you cheated. Already asked me to make you love me and then this?"

"Even I don't remember that."

"You think you can play me at will?"

I re-steady, grabbed and gripped her slender waist and slammed her into my stomach.

He looked up with pursed lips, "I need time! moments alone!"

"I," I with great emphasis, "will heal your heart, I can be relied upon."

"I can't," he said flatly.

"You little coward, you have to face it!"

"I'm not a coward! Who says I don't face this?"

"You don't want to tell a story? I'll listen."

"There's no story" he said. "Hand your hand, Jo. I want to go home, it's late."

"You mean the most to me and our daughters."

"I need time! you're infuriating!" He bent his hand and tried to take off firmly, I still held him back.

You're really sweet. You rebelled and I got more excited.

"You can't refuse me, baby," I said mischievously. He's a little fox that tries to look strong on the outside but fragile on the inside.

"Delivery." Eyes glazed.

"You're everything and I won't let go of you again. CAMCK."

Her body trembled and I peeked at her forehead and found her eyes wide open. "JOHAN!"

"Yes, kitty, less loud," whispered in his ear. I grinned and stood up straight again. Hugs her on her waist.

"ah! Johan! stop it," ringisnya

because of my shock.

"Call me again" winked, my lungs filled with warmth.

"What, kitty?! you call me a cat!!!!" He raised his voice and his lips pursed, warmed my heart and grew new shoots in me.

He hit me on the shoulder and I covered the hand and shifted it on my chest which was now kicking hard.

"You, can feel this? Lala Clarissa Sergio, Johan tell me, this only works for you."

The sound of wind blowing, the waves kissing the beach, interrupting the silence between us.

It was cold to bite us, but I really enjoyed looking at his gaze right now.

When will I feel this beauty. Our gazes, reminiscent of the beach where Lewis' grandfather was. His hand was so warm in my chest, the vibrations were channeling electricity, that the fuse inside me broke!

I'll hold you, kitty. You've been my prisoner, fox or cat I'm gonna curb the rope on your neck, mine.

"Give me a hundred nights, I'll make you fall in love with me, kitty."

"Your call is disgusting. And I already have a boyfriend!"