Liberoses

#24: Painting hair

I took one black Tote Bag containing some of my clothes, while carrying it. My smile has not faded since, given that today he has been allowed to go home—if he has to follow the rules that Davila asked, but it is not a big deal.

Davila turned her head, finding that I looked perfectly healthy as if I had never been sick yesterday. The guy pulled my hand, took me fast.

“So happy to be out of the hospital?” Davila said, in the middle of his activities, I turned to look with a big smile.

“Ya!”

“You surprised me.” Davila replied cynically, I chuckled softly as I pinched the guy's cheek softly.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Davila. Hihi,” I bit my lips, trying not to laugh at Davila's expression. Ketus expression, which looks very upset because of the statement of the doctor who stated he could go home. Haha! Davila's face is funny!

“Come home, home, home!” I pulled his arm quickly, the guy hissed while swearing for a while. But I don't care. The doctor said, Who's wrong?

“Good morning, sir, miss,” Hans said, the guy is neat with a full formal suit. I nodded slowly, but Davila only glanced.

Hans brought the black Tote bag, placed it in the back, and opened the car door. Davila pulled my hand out to get in first, the guy held the top of the car so my head wouldn't get hit.

Hans closed the door, then sat down at the front, driving the car.

Davila pulled my chin, forcing it to face her face.

“You must eat.”

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I put a spoonful of Spaghetti Carbonara in my mouth, then chewed it gently. The taste of the Spaghetti began to burst into my mouth. I put my spoon and chopsticks on the plate, looking at Davila who was still engrossed with her breakfast.

Although he had a chance to argue, but finally Davila complied to eat at this restaurant. Yes, this very, very simple pasta restaurant. The restaurant I always stayed in when I was just interning at Jeffery's office. Oh, my God, nostalgia is fun too!

Davila put in a spoonful of Spaghetti, unconsciously sauce about the tip of her lips. I frowned, and subconsciously reached out to wipe the Spaghetti sauce. Davila looked up in wonder.

“Basic. You eat like a child.” I sneered as I took Tissue on the table and gave it to Davila.

“This.” I said, Davila pushed the Tissue box slowly, away. I frowned in surprise, Davila just looked at me casually.

“I'd rather use your hand.” Davila said lightly. I raised one eyebrow in wonder.

“What?” Davila pulled out my hand, then placed one of my fingers on the corner of her lips, clearing out the rest of the sauce. I round my eyes in shock. It was like there was electricity electrocuting my finger for a moment.

“Use your hands, fool!” Decak Davila continues to eat. I pecked for a moment, feeling my fingers feel strange.

“Kyaa!” The screech dawned on me, I turned as did Davila, realizing that we were being a spectacle of the Restaurant owner. I cleared my throat hiding the red tinge that appeared.

Davila glanced sharply. Made some officers swallow his saliva with great difficulty. I pulled the boy's chin, so as not to make others uncomfortable.

“Quickly finish your food!” I was furious, pulling his chin. Davila did not respond, the guy started taking a spoonful of spaghetti.

“Oh yes, we will go home right after this?” I asked, propping up my face, Davila looked up and shook her head slowly.

“Not you want me to have brown hair?”

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I never thought, my original question about why Davila didn't paint her hair really ended seriously.

Um, I mean, yeah. The guy was now already quietly in Backwash, enjoying the salon worker's light massage.

I grunt softly. If he knew it was going to end like this, he should have asked Davila that question a long time ago.

Yeah, I've wanted to dye my hair for a long time, but no one ever gave me permission. I could have dyed my hair anyway, but the rules at Jeffery's company are strict. Can't you paint your hair? Duh! Even almost all of the company's employees have been gossiping about the strange rules!

Davila got up from her Backwash while walking to one of the chairs. I followed him, then sat down next to the guy. Letting one of the female employees start tidying up my hair.

Oh yes, I just realized now, that it turns out the rich are complicated. Oh, no, maybe not all rich people are complicated, but it looks like Davila is one of them.

Just imagine, the guy rented this one super big and magnificent salon, and asked that only female employees could serve me. Is that crazy? That guy has done it very often, for the same reason, the reason is ALWAYS THE SAME!

Yes, which is none other than “I don't want anyone to touch mine.” Hmh! There's no such person as that.

Oh ralat—the guy from lebay is just Davila. One and only.

“I also want to dye my hair,” I said to Davila, the guy glanced then shook his head spontaneously.

“No. You're just CreamBath.” Davila's orders are absolute. The female employee nodded obediently then walked away, taking the necessary Cream.

I'm clucking lazy.

Davila the forger, is back. Welcome to hell, Grace!

Davila's been staring at me, but doing nothing. The guy starts to shut up and enjoys every move on his head.

I glanced at the guy, annoyed, before later getting late as well. Enjoy every inch of soft massage that feels.

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I stared at the reflection of my face on the glass, scrutinizing every inch of my face there. I smiled with satisfaction.

My hair looks better now. And my bangs are tidier.

I smiled short.

Have I been to the salon for a long time? I've never even felt this comfortable. I murmured softly, staring at the reflection of the glass.

It's been a long time, huh? I shriveled in my heart, chuckling softly in silence.

All this time I was too locked away from the outside world. Locking all doors to get out. Self-restraint, and confinement in one empty, dark Space.

“Come. Alyn and mom are waiting.” The voice suddenly intruded. I looked at the origin of the voice.

My eyes were suddenly shocked. My legs feel loose.

Please tell me, that the person in front of me is Davila..

I'm sculpting. The davila? Damn it, I can't dodge it anymore. That—bahwa—

“Are you fascinated with me?” Davila said, asking with probing eyes, even the guy moved his face. A few seconds later the man smiled, grinning happily.

I spontaneously distanced my face, then shook my head.

“What? No!” My teeth, trying to dispel my own thinking.

Damn it!!!

All right, let's be honest! I nodded slowly, taking a deep breath, before then sighing violently.

Lordy! Helpg! How can you create a creature in the battle of Davilaa??? My screams were desperate in the end.