Dating Contract
CHAPTER 230: CONSCIENCE
Ivy was still standing in front of the elevator grimacing at the splattered blood of papah, his mind drifting at every cry of the papah. Screaming, for a new age found the papah yelling mamah.
Like being stabbed with rust iron irritates and leaves pus in Ivy's heart. Bemoan. Not understanding why his parents should hurt each other.
Ting-The elevator doors open to each other.
Johan who was just standing in the elevator while tidying his hair with his hands, suddenly his eyebrows furrowed because of the figure of the girl who was leaning against the wall by covering her face.
Johan watched the girl who had just kept two hands away from her face, a glaring gaze from behind the glasses, baby-like cheeks with wet stains like a stream. "Ivy what's going on here?"
Johan looked down at the end point of Ivy's view, "Whose blood is this?" cupped Ivy's right shoulder and swiveled 45 degrees, in the top of the head downward. Alternately the left shoulder, and the girl whined more and more with a shrill voice.
"Hey, are you hurt? did anyone hurt you?" The more Johan asked Ivy the more his tone went down and up like a motorbike being heated.
He is not good at persuading women to stop crying. Let alone Ivy, handling Lydia is difficult not to stumble, once can take days he was beaten. The enemy is indeed women, what is the matter with his life. Or this is karma because it used to often make girlfriends change in a matter of weeks just to be served as a shield.
"Please, papah's feet are bleeding. Quickly, Uncle," Ivy bleated as she pulled Johan's shirt with her head held back trembling with fear.
"Why is it bleeding? hm," Johan looked down, thinking, following the thin groove of bloodstains along the floor. He squinted the stain towards, from the open door of Lala's room.
Pull Johan's arm, "don't uncle. Don't bother you, you'll be very embarrassed. And it's very bad. Uncle please just papah," Ivy said as Johan continued to stare at the end of the hall. "Uncle, Ivy will invite Sheril oma to mamah."
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Silence on the tenth floor, only the crackling sound under his footsteps stopped as the receptors recognized the distinctive scent of Lala-sweet rose mixed with vanilla, near Kevin's open door.
A few minutes later Johan enters the privacy arena, all clinging to Lala's smell.
Did even Kevin wear Lala's perfume. This why? you want to do a painting with blood, Kevin? (Johann)
"Get out" Kevin didn't want anyone in his room. Annoying to him, his heart was very dark, "don't bother me."
"Where's the p3k, bro? childish." Johan grabbed a tissue near the nightstand.
"Go or I’ll kick your ***!" (Go or I'll beat you up!)
"What the fu..ck is with you ?" (What's wrong with you, sia.lan?) Pressing and holding it against the open wound on Kevin's leg as the white tissue permeated the deep red stain.
"What the hell are you doing here !?" (What are you doing here!?")
"You're out of blood? the bottom of the whiny," replaced another tissue until it seeped deep red and wet with blood. "Call the doctor, huh? it seems deep, it needs to be stitched."
"Get the fu.ck out of here, Jo!" (You're from here!)
"Why are you acting like a bit.ch?" (Why are you acting like an asshole?) Johan blocked Kevin's right wrist, pulling and slamming to silence while blood flowed.
"You are such an as.shole, Jo!"(You're a dickhead)
Can you shut the fu..ck up, Vin?" (Can you shut up, Vin?)
Kevin kicked irregularly with his left leg because Johan made his chest boil more "So what motherfu.cker, Johan!"((.So what bastard!)
Johan sat on Kevin's knee, so the friend could not move. "Can you shut that damn mouth?!" accustomed to Kevin's attitude at certain times, Johan does not want to budge, and entangles the injured with a small scarf on the mattress, just to stop the blood before the doctor comes to the room, so he can stop the blood, at home, a doctor is available. However, there would be no one who dared to approach when Kevin acted.
"Jo Fu*k you!"
"Down, Kevin! we are waiting for you to have breakfast! I should be grateful Lala is here! and you'll regret it after he's gone! Damn it! why am I being emotional." Johan kicked the bed until it shook before exiting the room.
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The guest room in the corner room, Sheril who was holding Vino found her phone shattered in half and Hermes bag with its contents splattered, the expensive bag contained a dark red patch of blood that was almost dried, and the, passing it no matter the item, where there is an appointment with a friend, mobile phone using a broken event, Kevin outrageous.
Feeling Sheril's excitement at the new Lala looked up with the glare of my eyes.
I shouldn't have told Kevin, maybe this wouldn't happen. (Sheril)
Lala gets up, “maaf, all because Lala pissed off Kevin, mamah phone smashed-“
“Have your face washed, you look bad, don't let your daughters see that.” Sheril glanced at the wet round print on Lala's ass on the velvet bathrobe, who would have thought it looked okay all being a mess in an hour just because she told Kevin to pick up the bag.
Vino moved in her mother's arms, Sheril wiping Lala's face with a fold of tissue. “Lala, forgive mama's son, I have heard from Ivy. Yes mama's son does like to be difficult to guess,” Lala's right cheek has dried, Sheril moved wiping the left eyelid, Lala's puffy eyes, “ymu can be lost this, how yes ... Moreover, your mom Rumi and your sister are soon until.”
Holding Sheril's right hand, “mamah Rumi? Oh mama Rumi did not tell me, but yesterday said it was still in jakarta.” Lala misses Rumi's mom very much, she wants to hug her soon after two years of not meeting.
Rubbing Lala's cheek, “she wants to surprise you. Can I ask you a favor, meet Kevin now, son. Change your clothes, Kevin keeps a lot of your clothes, so you don't want to see Rumi's mom sad? If you dress up beautiful and you look happy, automatically your mom is happy, yes?”
Blink slowly, “Mah, Lala wants to be honest, me and Kevin can no longer, and Lala already has a lover in three months we will have a wedding.”
Gently brush Lala, “Honey, listen mom. I'm just begging for these two days, comfort Kevin. A little bit would mean a lot to him. You remember, tomorrow's her birthday?”
Lala held her breath, “I don't want to give her hope, it should be noon Lala should go mah, sorry Lala.”
“Where is your conscience, Lala? Ask. Wasn't it when you fell, Kevin was confused to always prepare everything that is good for you? behind you she always complains to mom. It's only two days, mama didn't ask for more.”
Lala bit the lip because Sheril was holding her two shoulders.
