Liberoses
#26: The arrival of Saga
I open my eyes slowly when I feel the warmth I always feel in the morning. The warmth of the sunlight trying to find the gap behind the window curtain, and Davila's close embrace.
I slowly rubbed my eyes slowly, trying to focus my still blurry gaze. Slowly my eyes began to focus, the first sight I saw was Davila's perfect face.
The man with the hair that was now brown was closing his eyes quietly. Her warm breath gently brushed my face.
I smiled a little. Davila's face was so innocent as she fell asleep, as if she had no burdens. I moved my hand slowly, rubbing Davila's white, smooth forehead, without a single pimple or bruise. Really smooth, flawless.
My hands started coming down towards his nose, his nose that was as sharp as the slide in his kindergarten.
Is this nose opration? Ah, I'm not sure Davila would bother to do the surgery and everything. I'm looking forward not sure.
My hand moved towards her cheek. Chubby's cheeks are more than the first he met Davila at the restaurant. Shut up I smiled happily, pinching the cheek slowly.
There was a groan, but Davila was still asleep. I moved my finger towards the middle, touching Davila's full lips.
These lips look good.. I made my mind unconsciously, opening Davila's lips slowly. The smell of mint began to smell, lurking in my sense of smell.
What toothpaste did he use, huh? I murmured inwardly, playing Davila's full and thick lips.
How can these lips be red? Davila was never seen taking care of her at all! In my heart I began to compare the color of the boy's lips with her.
My lips were pursed when I realized that Davila's lips looked more well-groomed than hers.
Not fair! Every night I wear Lip Mask!I also wear Lip Balm and Lip Tintyang well! I grumbled annoyed. Then lean my head against Davila's field chest.
God, am I selfish if I don't want this body touched by someone else? I closed my eyes slowly, enjoying Davila's quiet breath.
I'm sorry I was selfish.
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I dry my hair slowly with Hair Drayer and comb it on the right and left of my hand. I stared at the glass with focus, hoping that my hair would be neat.
“Quick. I'm hungry.” Davila was complaining up front. I'm clucking lazy, it seems like it's been 4 times the guy complained—oh errat—plus one so it's been 5 times.
“You go first,” I said lightly, but arrived the toilet door was wide open. Davila was already standing there ruffled waist, lazy.
I gulped my saliva slowly.
“Well come on, Mr. Davila.” I smiled withstanding annoyance, Davila smiled hearing that, that guy pulled my hand without sin.
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“Mother want to make Cookies?” I asked enthusiastically, sipping a glass of strawberry milk near me. I never thought, it turns out that all this time the Cookies that Davila gave while she was waiting in the office were made by Mother.
Very good fast! I was burning fire, so excited to make that cake together. Must've been fun!
The beautiful and ageless looking middle-aged woman nodded.
“Iya, darling.” Reply Mother is happy. The woman said, telling the materials to be used.
“Wah! Must've been fun! I want to come!” Alyn exclaimed happily, the girl smiled so much that her dimples appeared quite deep. Mother laughed then nodded.
“Of course.” Reply Mother. I smiled, imagining making Cookies with Mommy and Alyn, must be fun! Oh my goodness, I'm impatient!
“When mom?” I asked, putting my spoon and fork on an empty plate, the woman propped up her cheeks for a while.
“How was this afternoon? Later in the afternoon we will buy the ingredients,” Mother gave a proposal, which directly me and Alyn agreed.
Davila glanced, gulping down her last glass.
Piipp piips! The ringtone sound of the phone echoed quite loudly, making Me, Alyn, and the mother turned to the origin of the voice, Davila's phone.
The guy turned his head indifferently while taking his phone, I had seen the name of the contact listed there. “Child lembang”,
“What?” Davila said directly, without greetings and politely. I was lazy unconsciously.
Not polite!
“So you still remember home?” Davila continued, the man was about to get up from his chair.
“Sure.” Davila said as she walked away, I walked slowly, stalking the guy from behind.
I wonder..
“When?” Davila asked slowly, to the person behind the phone call. I glanced. Closer my ears.
“Do not be late.” Then the guy turned off the connection. He turned his body quickly.
Bruk!
“Awhh!” I was in pain when I felt the chest of the field hit his forehead. It hurts!
Davila raised one of her eyebrows confused, then slightly bent down to rub my forehead.
“You followed me.” He said slowly, while touching my forehead.
“Awh! Pain!” I said annoyedly, the guy smiled softly, making my body seem stung for a moment.
Davila put her lips on my forehead. Kissing softly. I fell asleep for a while before the guy finally pulled my hand slowly, towards the dining table.
“Who was it, Davila?” Mother began to ask, Davila sat back in her chair.
“Saga will be home.”
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I turned to find Davila already standing behind me, the guy hugged my body from behind as he rubbed his nose at the curve of my neck.
“Geli, Davila!” I tried to keep my neck away, but in vain, the guy had hugged me tightly, it was impossible to leave now.
Davila put her nose against my neck, then put her chin on my shoulder. That guy is now acting spoiled, I don't know why.
Maybe he took the wrong medication. I'm trying to think positive.
“Don't get too close to Saga later,” Whisper Davila in my ear. I shuddered slowly and then shook my head.
“No,” Reply me obediently, Davila smiled happily then kissed the curvature of my neck briefly.
“Good girl.”
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“Master, Young master Saga has arrived,” The formal voice sounds quite loud, I turned to Davila, mengoel-noel his cheek.
“Davila, did you hear that?” I asked quietly, Davila glanced with no interest.
“Hmm,” Reply indifferently, still engrossed in the television broadcast before him, the brunette moved her head that was above my thighs slowly, looking for a comfortable position.
I clucked lazily, wiping her hair, randomizing the brown hair.
“Serah.” I said desperately, while watching a movie that played on television.
Do not imagine the film that plays is a regular film that has been used to play on ordinary channels on television, because in fact Davila has a kind of “Netflix” with a variety of high-end films complete. Really, that guy's life is really a luxury.
Suddenly the door of the room opened forcibly, causing quite a loud noise. I looked spontaneous, and so did Davila. The man frowned, rising from his position when he saw a man with light blonde hair standing there gasping for breath, with a grinning smile.
“So this, Graciliya De Gavellyn?”
