It turns out, "I'm (Not) the Only One"

She's different

Lovely POV

I was silent with slow steps in the yard of the house that was quite large, occasionally I glanced towards the man beside me, the man whose cage looked so cold but once upon a time also warm.

His face was staring straight at the big door that would probably be my way to hide for a while from Bima.

I'm not ready to lose yet, but I'm not ready to continue with him either. In this dilemma, I feel better on my own even though it feels like I'm losing.

Our steps finally arrived in front of the door, suddenly the door opened from the inside. People greeted us, maybe. But I'm sure Dava prepared it.

A middle-aged man with a neat appearance walked up to us, he opened his body exactly like some woman in a maid outfit.

"Welcome, miss!" sapanya, it must be pointed at me. I glanced back at Dava, the man was still expressionless. I finally decided to just smile.

"Include me Dipo, butler here!"

Again I can only smile, I revert to Dava lyrics. This time it seemed like he realized that I was waiting for his answer.

"Pak Dipo will prepare all your needs here until you become Madame Dava!" he said it stunned me, not in the first sentence but in the next.

What does the word 'lady Dava' mean'? even I have not officially divorced with Bima mas, but Dava bravely claimed himself as my future husband without indirect.

"Let's young master, let's miss!" the man looked back down as he spread his arms as if asking us to walk, and sure enough Dava's hand suddenly grasped my hand and pulled me, I resigned because I had decided to come.

We arrived at the front door, which I was sure was a room. The middle-aged man named Dipo had already swiftly opened the door,

"Please!"

Dava pulled my hand back to enter, and sure enough it was a room even this room was bigger than his room in the apartment.

"This is who's room Dav?" my question is, it feels really bad if you have a room this large.

"This is your room! Hows it? Do you like it?"

"I want a smaller room only, I wouldn't be able to sleep if the room was this big!" I'm really being honest. From childhood I used to sleep in a tight room.

Dava then looked back at Mr. Dipo, I don't know what his gaze meant,

"Pak Dipo hear?"

"Yes young master, we will prepare it. We'll be back in fifteen minutes!"

Suddenly Mr. Dipo came out leaving us, in the room it was just me and Dava.

"For a while I will accompany you until everything is ready!"

"What's ready?" I really don't understand.

Dava pressed my shoulder with both hands, we faced each other.

"Whatever you command will be a must for me. I promise to make you the only one in my life!"

"Huhhh?" either I'm the one who doesn't understand or understand or Dava seems to be expressing her feelings to me. I don't know, I don't want a big head first.

"Sit down, the waiter will deliver food for you!"

"Here?"

"meaning?"

"We eat it here?" this is a room, it feels strange if you have to eat in the room.

"Yes, you don't have to bother here. Let all the servants prepare!"

And sure enough, it's only been a few minutes the door's back on tap. Some servants entered with various kinds of food.

"You can come back, when you're done I'll call you again!"

"Okay young master!"

Dava is absolutely amazing. His appearance on campus never described his life at home. Something completely different a hundred and eighty degrees. It's worth it, the whole campus admires it, maybe I'm the insensitive one.

The room was now home like a dining room complete with tables and chairs. A table full of food on it.

"Please!" Dava suddenly pulled out a bench and asked me to sit down. I feel like I really am so special.

"Thank you!"

"Next time there is no need to say thank you and sorry. Because whatever I'll do for you!"

Again Dava's words were able to make me soar, she was so perfect but why expect the love of a woman who has not even officially become a widow.

He really treated me like a princess.

" Want me a bribe?" it wasn't enough to get there, there was still something sweet Dava did to me. Remembering how we first met, he was the most annoying guy to me, but now even he's always there for me.

"No need, I can eat by myself!" I immediately took my plate and started eating it.

We ate quietly, Dava seemed to notice me occasionally but I chose to pretend not to know, I wanted to know what he was thinking about me but it felt too soon to ask that.

Finally we finished eating and, as Dava said, the waiter came. I don't know what he's calling those servants. And also Mr. Dipo, he also came back and approached Dava.

"Young master, everything is ready!"

"Good!"

Dava turned to me, "Are you ready?"

"What?"

"The bed is ready for you!"

"Huhh, me!" I pointed at myself. The meaning of ready is what.

"Let's young master!" mr. Dipo asks you to get out of that room and head to the other room.

The room looks like the main room,

"Please!"

Dava brought me in, please, at first glance the room was no different from the room but inside the room was a room again and when Dava opened it I just knew it was a small room that seemed new just get ready.

"Hows it? Do you like it?"

"This is my room?"

"Yes!"

"And this?" I pointed to the same room, in front of that tiny room. There is only one door to get out.

"This is my room, so you don't have to worry about being scared because you can call me if you can't sleep!"

"Say we're not one room?" my protest.

"Do you think this is one room?"

"Yes no, but still, the door is just one!"

"If you want I can make two doors!"

"No need, well I'm so tired I just want to go to sleep!"

"But this is not finished!"

"meaning?"

"Can't you sleep in that shirt?"

I looked back at my clothes, uncomfortable with this type of dress. But what's possible is for even Dava not to let me into the apartment to get my clothes.

"It's mister!" mr. Dipo suddenly came back with several sleepwear stels of the same size, with different colors and models.

"Whose shirt is this?"

"This is all your clothes, change your clothes before you go to bed!" dava orders while thrusting clothes that he thinks fit me. Maybe, because of some clothes he took just one for me.

"Are you sure I like this?"

"I'm trying to figure out what you like and what you don't like!"

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