Liberoses
#16: Gyms?
I'm tinkering with the whole room Davila. Let it be, that guy would at most just tell her to shut up.
His hands were still engrossed in opening the locker under the table. The contents remain the same, the sheets of paper, either scribbled with a red pen, or still empty containing a very long type of data.
Uninspiring.
I opened the bottom locker. My eyes are round happy to find a different item.
Wait, what is this?
I took the rectangular box at the very top. Golden colored box with ribbon. Funnier. Did Davila make it? Ah no way.
I opened the box, it contains only obsolete figura and— Cigarettes?
I took the stuff that slipped in there. Whatisit? The package is like a cigarette, after opening it is indeed the shape of a cigarette.
Davila smoking? But why do I never smell a cigarette on his shirt?
“Nona, these are Cookies that Mr. Davila entrusted. Mr. Davila wants Miss to eat these Cookies first while waiting,” Suddenly Hans' voice is heard, as well as the door squeals.
I looked up while nodding short. Hans put the cake on the table, walking away.
What the hell is this cigarette? Oho! Does Hans know?!
“Ah wait!” I said almost like shouting, the guy turned his head.
“What's up, Miss?”
“You should know, right?” I muttered to myself until Hans raised one eyebrow in surprise.
“Sorry?”
“This is what cigarette?” I lifted the cigarette, Hans approached to see clearly the item. His face was silent for a while, observing the item then he distanced his face.
“Finely miss does not play with that item.” Hans said slowly.
“What? Why?”
But late. The man stepped out and closed the door.
“Ck, sucks once.” My gertutuku researched the item further.
There is a carving of ‘Last Second’ on the outskirts of that rod, strange. Are cigarettes that way?
But its only black color with white line is too suspicious for just ‘Ox cigarettes’.
Never mind, let's see the others.
I took the figura, plain brown without carving.
Simple and funny.
I rubbed the figura glass. It contains a picture of a very adorable little boy.
God, how does this kid even bite his own Baby Troller anyway? Haha! It's hilarious!
I chuckle, funny. Is that Davila? It was very different from his face now being too cold. This kid is so—warming!
Without me noticing the door squeaking softly, a guy in formal clothes whose suit was already draped on his shoulder raised his eyebrows confusedly seeing Kay chuckle.
“What do you see?”
“What?” I screamed in shock, turning my head, Davila! That guy can always shake it.
“See. Funny, is this your cousin? Ah, if he's big it must be handsome!” I said cheerfully, while showing the figura. Davila frowned before then a small smile.
“You want to see when he grows up?” Davila asked, he rubbed the photo slowly.
I looked up, with happy eyes.
“Sure!”
Davila grinned, pulling my chin closer to her face, so that the distance of our faces was only a inch.
I'm shocked. Before finally pushing Davila's body away.
“You want to see this child's adult version right?”
“Iya!”
“I.” Davila said casually, taking one cookie and putting it in her mouth.
“Hah?” I frowned inexplicably, not finding the thread that connected Davila's words.
“That's me, stupid.” Davila said. I looked at him suspiciously.
The davila?
“Oh yes, do you smoke?”
Davila turned her head in shock “No.” The reply.
“Then what is this?” I showed you that cigarette. Davila frowned, then picked up the cigarette.
The guy opens a kind of plastic at the end and presses a small button.
The cring!
The cigarette turned into a small knife. Davila looked at me who was just dumb.
“This is a folding knife. At the end there is poison. You can't play it.” Davila said indifferently, while throwing away the Knife. He threw Jasn and opened the white shirt he was wearing, revealing the belly of the box.
Wa—WAIT!! WHAT WAS I THINKING?! I round my eyes in shock, taking my eyes off.
Davila approached, showing me a small cupboard near me.
“Ambilate t-shirt.” The order, I slide the chair, take the origin of the shirt and throw it at Davila.
“I didn't know you liked exercising.” I muttered involuntarily, Davila turned her head.
“I often Gym after work. But I have rarely done it since there was you.” Reply Davila indifferently. Wearing t-shirts and pants Relaxing jeans.
“You want?” Davila's bargain, my eyes sparkling with pleasure.
“What? Sure!”
Davila took his shirt and threw it away.
“Ayo.”
🌵
It's been 2 hours and two lovebirds spent at the gym.
Although he had argued only because of the clothes used by Kay, but Davila finally gave up lazily.
“Davila, come—”
“Why don't you all wear clothes? Huh?” Cut Davila look angry, he rubbed Kay's stomach and thighs are not covered with cloth.
Kay rounded her eyes in annoyance, jerking Davila's hand.
“We will exercise, my time wearing Hoodie?!” Kay said defending, Davila clenched her jaw in anger. The anger within him exploded.
“It's better!”
Kay rounded her eyes. Crazy one?
“Contact...” Kay pulls Davila's hand, hugs the guy's arm.
Davila clucked. He took the phone out of his pocket.
“Entertainment Today.”
Kay sat in a small chair. Dunking his sweat with a towel. Davila leaned against the wall.
His eyes stared at the window that revealed the twilight sky. It's exquisite.
They were both speechless, fascinated by the twilight of the afternoon. With different eyes.
