Flower Seller Girl

Dion Holds Himself Up

Lily walked back and forth in the room thinking about Ariel's request earlier. He thought Ariel's request was only about games or other childhood favorites. In fact, the boy was able to make Lily's chest tight-fisted not careless. How could he have had the guts to convey Ariel's shameful request to Dion.

The clock is pointing at 21:40. As soon as Lily looked at the clock hanging on the wall, the door leaf moved slowly and revealed the figure of Dion stepping in from there. Makes Lily a little jump because from now on she daydreamed and her breathing has not been regular.

“Tumben clock this time you haven't slept.” Dion said after closing the door again. Lily increasingly felt her chest rumble as Dion walked closer to her standing pecking. “Why? Is your college assignment difficult?” dion asked as his eyes caught several books strewn across the table.

“Ng-no, Mas. I-I'm not sleepy yet. So I was fad reading books to fill the time,” replied Lily stiffly. Lily's heart became more active when Dion locked the gaze on her two beads.

“Oh so.”

Lily nodded steadily for Dion to believe.

“I thought you learned while waiting for me.” Lily's cheeks instantly turned blushing. He walked to the table where his books were scattered to cut off his sight from Dion. For a moment Dion realized there was something different about Lily's clothes. The girl had never worn anything like that before.

“Yes not, Mom. Why should I wait for Mas Dion.” His fingers moved to collect books. Dion took his body to sit on the side of the bed.

“I think you need my help for not understanding your material.”

“Ng-no. So far I still understand everything.”

Be quiet for a while. After cradling in his heart between doubt or wanting to be asked, Dion finally ventured to ask. “What are you wearing?” dion asked as he looked at the back of the girl wrapped in a thin sleeping robe. Lily was still collecting her books as well as some pieces of paper with her back to Dion. So don't know how to mimic Dion's face right now.

“What do you wear, Mas?” back asking without thinking about deciphering Dion's question.

“The clothes you wear are.” Lily watched her sleeping dress for a moment. Why did Dion suddenly ask about the clothes he was wearing. During this time he never meddled or discussed the problem of clothes worn to sleep. Lily stood up and faced the black-eyed man.

“Oh, this is a gift from mommy, Mas. She said it was the best dress in France. I really like it because the material is very soft on the skin.” Lily turned her body and smiled happily. “Good, right, Mas?”

Soon Dion looked away. Not about good or not now. But the nightgown formed Lily's curves. Usually the girl wears pajama clothes buttoned in front to sleep.

Lily hasn't delivered Ariel's request. Dion was afraid to go to work or out of the room for a long time and he had no chance to tell Dion. He promised Ariel that he would tell Dion tonight. Not his promise, rather Ariel threatened not to talk to him if his request was not fulfilled. Of course it's dangerous if the whole house knows why Ariel silenced him.

Dion, who had walked a few steps, turned around again by implying a frown on his temple, “mau change clothes, why?” Snoring ignorant then singed at the end of his lips, “you want to come?”

Lily moaned, “nggak. I'll just ask.” As soon as possible to re-clean the book, the girl was misbehaved. Dion continued his move towards the dressing room.

...

After changing his clothes in sleeping pajamas, Dion returned for about ten minutes and immediately crawled up onto the bed. He pulled out the blanket, spread out his body and closed his eyes. He may be tired of working today or .. I don't know. Lily who was putting the book into the bag she needed for tomorrow felt confused. The handsome man usually before going to bed will read a book or play his phone first, or what he must ask before going to bed is a good night kiss.

Lily quickly finished her affairs before Dion entered dreamland. With a quick movement he crawled up to the bed and sat down to watch Dion who had been closed.

“Mas.”

There is no movement or movement.

Is he really asleep? Ah no way. She was a minute ago getting into bed.

“Mas,” repeat again with a louder voice. Because his call was not responded to, he stabbed Dion in the cheek with his index finger but did not show a reaction.

Really went to sleep.

Lily snatched and put her body on Dion's side.

Tilting the body, propping the head with one hand and facing the man, “Mas already sleeping, huh?” Dion was still flinching in his place.