Dating Contract

CHAPTER 192: THE DOOR CREAK

- POV JOHAN -

A woman came out of nowhere to collide with Richie, and suddenly called my name and stuck to my body like a caterpillar, really making me shudder.

“Which room key,” asked Richie, I took the electric key in my pocket and gave it to him. Richie left me first.

“Johan, you don't remember me Bianca! Cousin Budi,” said he made me dumbfounded. I haven't seen Budi in a long time. I slightly pushed his body as people looked at us. I watched the face of the woman in front of me carefully, Bianca? Yes, it did change a lot after more than ten years of not meeting him.

“Bianca? Yes, I remember. Take it off first,” I said while removing both his hands from my chest. "Where is Budi now? I lost contact.”

Bianca was silent for a moment. Look to the right and to the left. Then his eyes were fixed on the restaurant side of loby, “ayo, chat for a while while sitting down. I'm tired of exercise, don't you see my sweat?” said. On his forehead and hair was a little sweaty. I see a watch, maybe I have a little time. I did not approve yet and the woman pulled me to the restaurant table.

He smiled at me, staring with a look as if he wanted me. “ How are you? Long time yes,” he said with great enthusiasm.

“As you can see,” said I noticed him folding both his hands on the table and leaning towards me. “I am healthy and happy. Then, how about you and Budi?”

He kept smiling, without blinking. ”I'm also healthy. It's just, I just knocked hammer-divorce with my husband.” He said with a carefree smile, what is the expression of a divorced person.

“I'm really sad about that, so tell me about Budi.”

“Budi change the number, there is a problem with his wife. Yes, be sure,” he said when the waiter came to the right side. “copy only, mba,” he told the hotel waiter.

“Give me Budi's number, where is he now, Bi?” ask me while pulling out the phone.

Bianca squeezed the digits of the number while carving a smile on her lips. I turned my gaze from Bianca to where I had eaten with Lala.

Look around as the people who come take breakfast and the tables start to fill up. I have to hurry back, kasian if anyone does not get a seat. “So, do you live in this city, Bianca?”

“I just moved more precisely, about weekly. And I live near Water Boom Park, do you want to stop by?” ask her with naughty eyes.

“Water Boom Park? So you live in an area near Lala?”

“Where is it?” he turned the eyeball to the right, seemingly trying to remember. “Don't tell me, he you mean Lala who is our closest? it's only been half a semester and then it disappears?" widened eyes, eyes,

"not him, is it?"

“Ya is right you. She's Lala Clarissa,” I said gently and smiled warmly as my fingers continued to tap on the table.

“Oh no! So he's in town too? What if she's the one I met with Ella Hudson.”

“Yes Ella Hudson, last night I met her. He has a seafood restaurant nearby, you may need to stop by there,” said I and Bianca laughed, a fake laugh, I believe.

“What's the problem?” asked me when he returned the phone and I found a number saved under the name 'Bianca', Eh.”Your number is this? Then. where is Budi's number, please.”

“Oh, glad dong, if they also live here. Johan let's dinner.”

The waiter came to put the coffee in front of him, and I didn't want this, having dinner with the woman who had obviously seduced him was like giving him the green light. “Bi, I have to take care of my daughter.”

“Take them! And I'll give you Budi's number tonight.”

I need Budi's number. It should not matter if it is dinner. Maybe I need to bring Sasha.

Puffs from the back. I looked to my left and was surprised. Lala with a bent face or just my feeling. However, this was not his attitude. He should always smile or at least put on a flat face. It looked calm, but I felt an aura of anger.

"Johan, aren't you ready? aren't you coming?" ask Lala. His lips curled down, pouting.

"Hey, campus chicken, don't touch Johan," said Bianca, the cynical tone of speech making me jump.

“Bianca?”lala asked, two eyebrows fused together. ”You are here.”

“You're the one who's here and what's your hand? Get rid of.” Bianca, her tone rose by an octave.

I wrapped my hands around Lala's slender waist and pulled her up until my head was stuck to her stomach and her armpits made Bianca's lips twitch and become more conical.

“Johan! why are you hugging him-” said Bianca looking in disbelief.

I then stood up and kissed Lala's left cheek, making Lala dumbfounded and her cheeks flushed red and I wanted to laugh seeing her nervous face, my chest slashed by the arrow of deep love because of it.

“What's this, Jo,” whispered Lala was not ready when I approached behind her white and fragrant ears pear.

”Help me,” whispered I made Lala's eyes tremble and a surprised look but a second later she blinked.

“Johan her slapstick woman!”

“Quite, Bi,” snapped me when the people in the restaurant noticed us and we were watching because of Bianca's screams, I believe Lala to be uncomfortable.

“She with another man. Yes, the man who was with you this morning. Don't trust him,” said Bianca with a bent face. “They even live one house!”

“Omong empty what Bianca,” said Lala like not accept and just slap my heart. Does Lala really live in one house? So with Richie. My hands clenched firmly especially when Lala took my hands off.

“I want to grab dot Vino,” says Lala.

Bianca swung her hand and landed hard on Lala's white cheek leaving a five-fingered red trail so noticeable. The rumbling inside my chest darted out moving my hands. The molars hardened and I wanted to swing my hand when it stopped because Lala was holding it.

“I'm fine, don't make your hands dirty,” Lala said firmly and the voice held in fury as she closed her cheeks with her left hand.

I clucked when Bianca laughed. I clenched my hands in front of my stomach preparing to punch and Lala cupped my fist, stroking it, as if not letting me do any further.

“Sok Sacred, Pela*ur.”

"Silence Bianca!" my snapping was no longer strong and Lala held my hand even she clapped onto me, holding so hard my hand. "He's outrageous," confirmed and glanced at Lala on my left. However, Lala shook her eyes staring so gently, "DON't" she softly exclaimed with great emphasis in lip movements.

Then, Lala took a step forward staring intently for so long. “ Bianca, did you not send your mouth? kasian,” Lala hissing, “It seems, you envy me huh?” Lala grinned and Bianca shuddered.

I don't know why Lala's attitude makes - the kettle in me that's been boiling-back calm.

Lala poked with a finger, pushing Bianca's right shoulder so clearly all the way back. “From envy, mending you try hard, right?”

Bianca smiled wryly and was about to snap when Lala went to pick up the pacifier.

“Johan ighhh, pain,” Bianca grimacing.

“Never hurt Lala again, Bi. I am patient because Budi. So keep your attitude forward because at that time I will not hold it anymore.”

“He's cheap, what are you defending him for, Johan. She is not a good woman.”

“You really are, Bi. Ck,” I shook my head unable to endure the patience. And it's going to explode, lucky Lala to come back and stroke my arm.

“Come back,” said Lala with a bottle of pacifier already in hand. We left Bianca still grimacing with her wrists.

My face warmed as if an entire large vein was supplying all the blood to my face.  Staring at Lala's fingers that were united in my fingers, it seemed like she was unaware. If only my life were like this, I would feel like the happiest man on earth. Looking at him from the side, his eyes focused on the road, this is what shook my soul.

“Why did you cut your hair?” staring at the straight hair, it seemed like he even straightened his hair. I remember, when his first trauma was also cut shorter than this. At that moment, her hair was slightly raised. I couldn't help but smile, my soul was completely intact, every single one of him.

“This is sultry, Vino can not be silent, and moreover he likes tugging. Uh, no. Actually, I cut this a week after giving birth. Remember that time had to keep baby Vino who was still very red." She smiled looking at the floor, "and couldn't leave him for too long in the bathroom just for the sake of cleaning his long hair, it would definitely take a long time, so I cut him off." turned her head, "does this look bad?"

“Beautiful, you always have, right," my face warms up. "You should have called me a long time ago. Pregnant, giving birth without any family around you. Surely you are so troubled...”

Lala stopped in the hallway. Facing me with a hearty warm smile, “I'm fine.” He looked down at our hands, I was getting more and more warm to him, and he didn't take my hand off. “Kan, I've passed.”

We looked at it for about two minutes. The gaze of him that always washed away and made me could not help but feel nervous. However, also the gaze that always makes me miss when the eyes always shine sharp meaningfully, the gaze that always shows respect and appreciation, makes me always curious.

“I'm sorry, Johan. I have given you something .... at the time in Chile, the ice cave,” he said a little hoarsely restrained. “A wish, Jo, I was wrong. I, really apologize for that.”

“No, stop, Lala. I mean. It was the most beautiful moment. So, it looks like you're sorry to have done that with me .... ” I scratch the nape that is not itchy, and the legs so can not be silent alternately move my body load, to the left and to the right. “I want to repeat that.”

“But, Jo, I mean not-”

Chequek! followed by the sound of the door when Richie appeared in front of us. Lala and I both jumped and took two steps back.

The man stared downwards, his eyes widened and became sharp as if a middle arrow was darting.

We were curious and followed Richie's gaze. Even we just realized our fingers were still in contact and I looked at Lala in a few seconds, Lala's gaze holding something back.

The tiny palm in my hand became moist. The fingers drift away. I blinked in surprise. Sweat from his hands. I was holding onto a meaningful sweat.

I once flooded him with meaningful sweat, and he used to moan long. Even after twenty more years, I still remember him without a thread. Then, last night how when he was just wearing a towel, it drove me crazy.

Lala was nervous or scared, I'm not sure, by Lala's feelings for the mob boss in front of me, what she saw from the man whose age was over me ten years.

Richie raised his gaze from the bottom up. Staring at me and Lala alternated with pursed lips.