Don't Blame the Destiny

Chapter 164 (Want You!)

“Yes what is the problem I sleep where, the important thing to Korea use their own money, not the results of minjam.” Beeve felt annoyed that the Emir underestimated him.

“Let's pack your things, you stay in the hotel with me.” said the Emir who could not bear Beeve lived in a place that he thought was narrow.

“Mas! Please don't interfere in my business! Why the hell, it's been 4 years since I met you, I still have to bond with the Han family? Let me wherever I like.”

“Bee, whether or not you bond with my family, if that's you, you should get a comfortable and decent place,” Emir explained.

“Sucks! Always don't appreciate what I do!” squeak Beeve.

Then the Emir clasped both shoulders Beeve, “I just want the best for you.”

“The best in your eyes, not necessarily in my heart, no matter what, I want to go in,” said Beeve.

“I'm coming.”

“What are you doing mas for?”

“To make sure, there is really comfortable or not, I as your sister-in-law, must check it, if it is really conducive, then I will allow you to settle,” explained the Emir.

“Ma-mas!” Beeve caught up with the Emir who had gone first to his room.

“Aduh, she really is a expert to make sprains!” mumbling Beeve.

They also went to the 4th floor by climbing the stairs, and did not feel the two had arrived.

Instantly the Emir was amazed by Beeve's room which had a large area, and on the roof there were many different types of flowers embedded in the pot.

Beeve was standing next to the Emir, “How? Good right?”

“Iya, you're right.”

“Yes already then, you can go home now mas?!”

“But...the snow is getting thicker, can I have a cup of coffee before going home?” pinta Emir with smoke-filled breath.

“Mas Emir, you can drink coffee in the nearest mini market,” Beeve said.

“You have the heart, in the event that I have delivered you, just one big glass, it feels like I want to faint from the cold.” said the Emir who wants to buy time to be with Beeve.

Beeve rolled his lazy eye, because he knew that the Emir was only petting him.

“Modus is really mas, haven't you been friends with snow all this time?”

Hattciiim!! The Emir sneezed from the cold, inevitably the kind Beeve also invited the Emir in.

“Yes already, let's go in! Haah! So long time no see, once met nyusahin!” Beeve continued to babble because of the Emir, but the Emir who succeeded in his goal did not care.

The two also entered the Beeve room, which turned out to be complete facilities, there is a kitchen, one bedroom complete with a mattress, bathroom and also a mini living room.

“Wah! I thought it was only room 2x2.” said Emir.

“Mean it don't get bad!” squeak Beeve.

“Sit here, don't go anywhere!” Beeve told Emir to sit in the living room that has a minimalist sofa.

“Iya bu,” sahut Emir.

Then Beeve went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee for the Emir, after which he returned to the living room again.

“Loh, I told you, coffee in a big glass!” The Emir rounded his eyes.

“A small glass mas.”

“Basic stingy.” The emir turned a lazy eye.

Beeve who wanted to sit next to the Emir accidentally stumbled because of a red apple located on the floor.

Bruk!!! Beeve fell down with the coffee he was carrying in the Emir's arms, the Emir's eyes perfectly rounded, as their faces were so close that he felt Beeve's breath on his lips.

“Haah!! Sorry mas!” Even the conscious Beeve felt guilty. He soon rose from the Emir's body.

“Sorry yes mas, definitely hot.” Beeve took the tissue on the table, then wiped the coffee on the Emir's black coat.

He took a deep breath, feeling silly with what he wanted.

Hold Mir, later there will be more runyam, inner Emir.

But his heart trembled even more, so that Beeve who was still busy cleaning the Emir's coat could feel it.

Jesus, what else is this, Inner Beeve.

He also pretended not to know what the Emir felt.

“You heard it right?” the Emir said with a heavy voice.

“Sound what mas?” sahut Beeve without seeing the Emir's face.

“My heart.” then the Emir clasped both hands of Beeve who was still working on his coat.

“I don't know what you mean mas.” The awkward Beeve tried to let go of the Emir's hand.

“Just a moment, let me hold your hand,” pinta Emir.

“Mas, I think we should not repeat the same mistakes as in the past, and also as you say, I am still the wife of Andri in the eyes of the country, so what we're doing now is very inappropriate,” Beeve explained.

The emir, who was about to be caliph, let go of Beeve's hand.

“Sorry for my disrespect, I'm really sorry.” for fear of not being able to resist his desire, the Emir finally decided to go home.

“I'll go, lock the door well,” Emir said.

“Iya mas,” sahut Beeve.

“Oh yes, can I have your phone number?”

“Sorry mas, can't.”

“Do not, if you can not give your heart, at least you give your contact number,” said Emir.

“Do not force me, go home mas.” Beeve expelled the Emir who had disturbed his composure.

Unsuccessful, the Emir finally pulled out a pen from the pocket in his coat, then he grabbed Beeve's hand, and wrote his mobile number on the palm of the woman he loved.

“Save my number, where know at any time need something, let you have no more trouble, if you send a message via social media, it will sink with the message of the other fans, I do not want, I do not want to, you feel alone for the umpteenth time, for if you come from the door of my heart, you will never feel wasted,” Emir explained.

Before the Emir came home, he rubbed the top of Beeve's head and kissed her forehead.

“In Western countries kissing is common, take good care of yourself.” Emir said.

Beeve was silent because the Emir treated him like a girlfriend.

After 2 minutes, Beeve took a deep breath.

“Gosh, what the hell is he! From the first time there was no courtesy.” then Beeve saw the Emir's phone number in his hand.

“Indeed, it will be a celeb, if he saw the message I sent yesterday, surely would not believe it completely, because I use the account of the father of the online ojek.” finally Beeve keeps the Emir number in his phone. Then he thought about Andri.

“May you recover quickly mas Andri,” murmured Beeve.

The next day, after the Emir finished meeting with the client, he rushed to the boarding Beeve.

“Where are you sir?” ask Eza.

“Not knowing, really hurry, last night also not so eat, in the case we have been waiting,” explained Andre.

“Maybe the Emir has an acquaintance here!” chirps Dito.

“Well! Mr. Dito is right, then I first ya!” the Emir said with a spirited heart.

...Seriate......