Dating Contract

CHAPTER 197: APPLICATION

- POV LALA

When I passed the stairs,

the yellow light emanating from the candles inside the glass tube illuminated along the rungs of the stairs, the wind sweeping the neck making goosebumps. Vino's jacket cover is pulled forward hiding his tiny head.

Richie touched my waist, staring cautiously at my footsteps. "Down sweetie."

I've never been to a restaurant this beautiful.

There was a wind of what Richie invited me to attend the invitation. "Are we coming too early? why does it look lonely?"

"No, maybe they're already inside. Come on, it's cold outside."

Basketball-sized, premium-quality bouquets of roses are welcomed along the inner right and left edges - a waist-high canvas in the shape of a stalk - in silver. The vase stick is spirally surrounded by roses, Amazing.

My eyes are not blinking, do not want to be distracted from candles and roses, itchy hands want to grab a single floret and kidnap him.

At the end of the stairs, a waiter greeted and gave a large bouquet of roses? I had a hard time picking it up and Richie chose to bring Vino.

"What is mba?"

The waiter smiled kindly, he was willing to answer but before Richie, until he just nodded.

"Maybe a welcome welcome, already accept it, come on. come in. cold outside," she cried circularly at my waist, while her left hand held Vino.

"Can it be like this, mom?" I fluttered, the bouquet covered half of my body. This is a lucrative bonus! My face warms up how rich it is to have a celebration, if a hundred invitations, it could be a hundred million for a welcome, maybe it's some kind of souvenir. They didn't put up a name sign. I looked at the left deserted right just a servant.

I arrived on the first floor, more astonished at something in front of me, right in front of the stairs leading to the second floor. A series of roses hanging beautifully inside glass boxes the size of buckets, glass boxes hanging on a kind of yellow iron hanging from the second floor. Like a waterfall, it's just not water but a glass box filled with roses. Even it dangled to the point of barely touching the floor, it's a beautiful art. My heart is beating.

"You got friends here? I don't know if they are lovers of roses? It's like a sea of roses."

Almost the wall covered with roses, I felt so drunk. We enter the elevator, the receptors catch the sweet smell of the sea of roses.

I looped around Richie's left arm as I couldn't hide the nervous, coldness running down my back. However, Richie was just silent like many thoughts.

As soon as the elevator opened, I almost fell down in amazement, everything hanging in the sky was red, the flowers were indeed red or just because of the effect of the red light, the light was very soft dark red.

On the side of the wall was a dim purple light.

"Until when will be silent, dear," Richie said in a very beautiful voice.

"As no one, we're in the wrong place." The elevator is almost closed and Richie holds it.

"Let's go, they'll be there."

"Where?" I looked a little bit out of the elevator but my legs were still in the elevator.

"Hurry out first, your dress could get pinched."

I stared at the floor of the glass boxes filled with red roses decorated with lights, "it's a pity stepped on, is it okay?" ask me stupidly and tread carefully because the heels taper, timidly breaking the glass.

Richie pushed his waist slowly, I stepped with my eyes glued to the red and white pink roses below me. "Mas," I'm fluttering, I'm almost floating around because of the endorphin hormones. I want to cry because of her love for roses. Like Dreams...

I couldn't speak when the saxsophone was played

four people on the left side, his tone so touched the heart so soft and deep. My brain is dead, looking at a table, yeah just one table and we're walking there. A waiter came up offering to bring my bouquet and I handed it over without taking my eyes off the high-quality crystal glass on the table. Two maids dressed in black formal dress with bow ties pulled two seats.

"Mas??" My eyes swept across the room covered in roses. "Nobody," my heart beat fast as if it were about to slip out of place, timidly making a mistake.

"Why is the table one?" I asked with my hunting breath, stomach like in a swivel, looking at Richie who smiled very handsome, his lips looked increasingly sexy.

"Darling, sit down" he said very gently and gently.

My heart felt like it was thrown into the edge of the sky until it went out into space, "What mas?"

He nodded and winked slowly reassuring me. For whatever reason I cannot breathe. My brain is dead.

Richie.. one table .. no sign .. lonely parking ... Why did the waiter pull the chair for us. What ... so?

"Masss," my misty eyes wanted to cry, he was the one who took care of me, so there was no more fear where and whenever he came from. I pulsed at the deepest point, the most vital point.

"Give me your hand" he said, I kind of fell down and reached out at once hoping he would quickly grab my hand before I fainted.

Where two vases high on the edge of the table, one on the right and one on the left. The vase contains a bouquet of roses - as large as the magicom - whose edges are about the same height as the dim yellow luminous crystal lamp on the table.

In front of me a candle holder, containing nine long lit candles, this is more than romantic. "Richie," I said hoarsely as she rubbed the fingers on the back of my trembling hand.

"Honey, calm down, tonight is ours" she said softly but with a mischievous look, she gave Vino a cake.

"We?" ask me still can't digest.

"Yes, you and me."

The waiter came to lay a plate of steak with mashed potatoes and another waiter poured champagne and they left.

"Darling, I don't drink alcohol. I want some water."

"Drink a little please huh? let's eat first," he said.

"What big cheese am I going to run out of?" I muttered at the size of a jumbo steak as wide as a hotplate plate.

He chuckled, "honey, you have to eat a lot, spend it."

This is not going to end.

Chewing slowly, while enjoying the chant of Saxsophone, I heard Richie's dehemam many times, he looked more nervous than usual.

"Mas why? Let Vino be me, they don't have a baby seat, let me pick it up."

"I really want to take Vino dear, leave it like this."

"So, attending a party is a reason why?" I smiled gently, "why not just say dinner."

"Even if I don't say party, you don't want to wear that dress, for sure," she said in a slightly irritated tone. That's true what Richie said. This dress with a low V-shaped cleavage with a string holding on the right-left shoulder, while the back is open to the waist. All covered by a white - cape blazer bone -. And a diamond necklace 'Riviere' gift from Richie, she paired it herself. What's up with him today. I cut the steak, which had been depleted by half My eyebrows furrowed, I looked at Richie who was chuckling and his hand touched the forehead. Why don't you take a mas's. I cut the meat, it feels hard, if they cook too ripe, not really, it's half cooked.

"Lala Charlarissa," she called out in a tense tone, I just separated something hard and taper, I separated the hard from the flesh.

"It looks like there's a rock" I said, staring at Richie whose face was red.

My forehead is crinkled inside.

"Honey take it," he said as I stabbed a piece of meat next to something hard.

"Take what?" My eyes widened suddenly, I swallowed my drool that had thickened. As soon as there was a dark and hard circle, separate from the flesh but slightly shiny, mouth agape in disbelief.

Heart Thumping. Staring at the nodding Richie as if reassuring me with his strained smile and he stood around the table.

I squeezed a few times, hand grabbed the circle that was immersed in the meat of the steak, I got rid of, a RING?

What they made was a mistake, I lifted the ring to the front of my chest looking more carefully, my heart beating at maximum as Richie gave the tissue, and I turned to the left Richie had bent next to his knee and Vino was sitting on his left thigh.

My eyes are foggy. My brain died, my fingers worked themselves cleaning it from the sauce, until it was clean and shiny "Rings?"

"Lala, Clarisaa," he said, his junkyard balls went up and down.

I looked at him who grabbed my hand and rubbed it with a hard thumb.

"Wake up, the knee will hurt."

"Darling, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. To say this, I need a lot of time."

"Yes?"

saying? what Richie meant, don't go around in circles. Anyone hurry please, wake me up if this is just a dream.

"Darling, people say, love is a disease that can be cured by marriage. Will you be my pain healer?"

My eyes are foggy, my heart is shaking.

"The only thing I can promise you right now is my sincere heart. I will do my best to love you in the same way as today, for the rest of my life.

Let's spend the rest of our lives together, uprooting the grass and enjoying the blooming of the roses in our old days."

Tears escaped the corner of my eye, as she grabbed what was wedged between the thumb and forefinger.

My hands are shaking so are Richie's hands. The ring had moved to his muscular hand.

Richie stared so deeply as he hugged Vino's embrace in his left hand.

The man tensed for a moment while holding the ring that had been stored in the steak. "So, will you marry me?"

He asked with dew in his eyes, and lips trembled. Unfortunately the music with a slow melody but very touching heart makes what inside me melt.

"Lala, honey, do you know? The only person who is qualified to be my wife is you. Because, the condition of a lasting marriage is to fall in love many times with the same person. So you want to take it?"

"I," my lips trembled locked speechless, my hips squeezed in, my body tensed up and affectionately nodded with a hopeful smile.

Hope for good in the future.

When he saw the face of him who from earlier looked frustrated and tense. Now Richie looked surprised with his eyes so wide that he looked left and right with his mouth wide open, like winning the lottery and finally he laughed in a blue day and in disbelief, his chest down and up.

"What is that, baby?" said wheezing.

I swallowed my drool that had coagulated and uncontrollable breath. "Lala, I want you."

He kissed my hand many times.

"But-"

"But what, baby?" He freezes.

"Mas, but Lala's son is a lot. I don't know if it's gonna be a burden for you no, but they're just as important to Lala. My Maxud, if you would accept them, I would truly accept life with you" I said, all of which escaped my mouth.

"I will accept them completely, so what are we now-" suddenly his forehead shriveled very deeply and immediately sat still bending "Aghhh! my knee," choked Richie.

"Well, I'm." I grabbed Vino from his lap.

"Auuuw --auwww me electrum." Richie grimaced and slightly leaned against the floor violently. The music stopped and people approached. Panic suddenly swept around us.

"Lurusin used to be a mas" I said stroking Richie's right knee a little spasm until we finally sat the three on the cold floor. While the people offered help there were half-squatted, there was Jefri who had just entered the room, all looking confused.

After a few minutes, Jefri helps Richie stand up and he continues to grumble because of the unexpected. Everyone is pushed back by Richie, including Jefri. It was just that Jefri was standing near the elevator. Saxsoophone players are back.

"Honey," he said after telling the waiter to move the chair beside me.

Vino sat on my right thigh.

"Lala, so you want to? we" he said with a reddened face, he grabbed my champagne and chugged it out and let out a heavy sigh.

"I, we, am I getting married?" he said with emphasis.

"Richie! How many times do I have to repeat it. We're getting married, we're getting married." My voice tone with great enthusiasm.

He re.mas my finger, brings it closer to his lips and then dips so gently on the nail. "Allow me."

Richie changed his tone of voice to soft while eyes filled with tension.

He leaned over, inserting - a blood-red ring - with great caution, on my ring finger.

I blushed, the skin on my cheek burning from the heat. I pulled my hand and looked at my ring finger, the sticky ring had coiled there, two diamonds flanking the red gem. "Beautiful this ring, my dear."

"You are beautiful!"

He smiled with satisfaction, holding my neck. The heart warms without saying anything.

"I love you, Lala." Richie whispered behind my ear and kissed her there. It then spread to my ears and ended up at the top of my head.

"I Love you to, Richie. Thank you," I said, my throat was blocked for a reason.

The sandalwood-scented wide chest envelops the receptor and is intoxicating. I was puffed up by the warmth of his embrace.