Liberoses
#12: Party
Davila was still engrossed in enjoying my moving hand drying her Light Blonde hair.
The guy protested several times, asking for this and that. Basic sucks.
“Davila, why don't you paint your hair brown again?” Ask me with hands that are still focused on moving the Hair Dryer and comb.
“Why?” Ask back.
“Your hair is striking once.” Honest reply.
“Let's just.” Reply Davila indifferently. I'm clucking lazy.
Yep, yeah. Whatever! My grunts in my heart.
“Already.” I said, while turning off the Hair Dryer.
“Wear the clothes I prepared. Follow me today.”
“What? Where?”
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Davila sucks. How could that guy tell her to follow Davila during work? Dissipate.
Davila got out of her car and pulled my hand down. I followed the long steps of the guy.
The magnificent office looks pretty crowded. The formally dressed people seemed to greet in a friendly manner. Not bad.
“Good morning, Mr.” A man said while bowing his body. Davila just cleared a light beat. The guy lifted his body.
“Eh, you—” I unknowingly said, almost holding the face of the guy. Davila and the guy looked at me in wonder. I scratched my nape in shame.
“Sorry.” I said softly, but Davila remained silent. He lifted my head.
“Do you know him?” Davila asked curiously. His jaw was tight, angry.
“Do you know her, Hans?” Davila shifted her eyes. Poked.
“No sir.”
“Lalu—”
“She looks like my sister.” I cut Davila's words. The guy looked over, and so did that guy named Hans.
“What?” Davila growled as she looked at me.
“She looks like my sister, Davila. Here see.” I took my phone, opened the Lockscreen and showed a picture of a well-bodied man in a formal suit.
“Daniel. Similar right?” I showed you the photo, Davila gave a small nod.
“Hm.” Davila pulled my hand and took it to a room. It looks like Davila's room.
“Are you angry? Sorry.” I muttered softly behind his back. Davila turned her back while stroking my hair slowly. He breathed out slowly.
“Never touch anyone. You belong only to me.”
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“Nona, please eat the cake,” A beautiful woman with a dress shirt and formal skirt said politely while putting some cake.
“Ah, is Davila still a long time?” I asked as I took one cookie and ate it.
“Mr Davila there is still one Meeting with client miss.”
“Good. Thanks.” I took some water and sipped it slowly.
The door opened, revealing Davila who had taken off her suit.
“What are you doing here?” Davila sat down on the sofa. He took a cake in my hand. I snorted while taking more Cookies.
“I still have one Meeting. We have an event tonight. You're coming with me.” Davila said, grabbing the water bottle.
“What? Why should I come?”
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Fucking davila. How could that guy just tell her to wear a dress?! Crazy what?
I glanced at the white dress with no interest. Davila arrived at his room. It's neat with formal suits as usual.
The guy frowned, wondering why I was still wearing the Pajamas.
“You didn't change your shirt?”
“Why should Dress, Davila?” I complained, glancing at the white dress. It's too good for me to wear it. I touched the dress.
“Do you think of following a party using Hoodie?” Ejek Davila, he plays my hair.
“That's a great idea, I'll take Hoo—”
“No. Quickly change your clothes. In 3 minutes.”
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Davila got out of her car holding my hand, as if helping me down.
What the hell? I can go down myself!
But I still took his hand. The man cleared his throat, rubbing my shoulder that was not covered with cloth.
“Take care of your body.” The whisper was slow as he entered the Security Check hotel.
“Mr Davila, mister Frederick is waiting.” The officer said as he bowed his body respectfully.
Davila nodded once, taking me to the hotel Ballroom.
“Mr Davila,” Some people say hello. And invite a chat. I don't get it. So just let Davila wrap her hands around my ping and chat.
“This must be Madame De Gavellyn,” One of the guys said to Davila. The guy nodded and said a few words. I just kept quiet and smiled awkwardly.
“Davila I want to take a drink first.” My whisper. The man nodded while releasing his hand.
“Heart of heart.” Davila's message in my ear.
