LOLLIPOPS

LOLLIPOP 24

Dinner was past, but my stomach was not hungry. Maybe the effect of shock that I had felt earlier so that it decreased my appetite. I wrote the wall clock in my room.

At 10 p.m. My inner

Bad hours for women to eat. Even eating bread once.

Ting

The sound of the cell phone stopped my daydream

I saw the name that sent the message.

'Om Sammy's'

Without thinking for a long time, I immediately reply!

📥 To Sammy

Pril is asleep?

📤April

Not yet, Om, why?

📥 To Sammy

Hungry, but not good to eat alone

I'm speechless, happy? Of course

📥Om Sammy

Pril, how about you nemenin o eat? We'll cook together, we'll cook ourselves?

Cook together?

📤 April

Can Om cook?

I asked after I managed to calm my heartbeat.

📥Om Sammy

Sure was! While in Germany, cook for yourself. You've never tried it. Yuk

I immediately wet my lips when imagining a portion of the menu that will be presented later.

This is Om Sammy's cooking!

📤April

Bagu idea! April otw to house y.

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What should I do if every action of Om Sammy feels different. I don't want to hope. More precisely, we cannot hope. However, it feels like he has always given me special treatment.

Either because I'm overconfident or it's how he treats the people closest to him.

"Of!" my whine is spoiled, because the warning is only to tempt me high fitting.

His tall body was in a super close distance behind me. Makes me want to not have to hold my breath if I don't want my heart to work extra. The fragrance of her perfume made me almost lose control to turn around and hug her.

Crazy one! My mind is getting bigger!

I refocused my activities on chopping onions to divert this crazy shit.

Not finished with my body's reaction, suddenly Om Sammy grabbed the tissue in the corner of the kitchen and darkened the sweaty fur on my forehead gently.

Good Lord! Please tell him....

Don't treat me like this....

My love for this man is like opium...

Baby, I can't have it....

Want me to throw away this forbidden feeling, not wanting to meet her. I want us not to talk to each other. I don't want to hear his baritone anymore.. I really don't want to look him in the eye....

For God's sake! I don't want this feeling to get rampant.

But why is it so hard?

I don't want to care about her, but these eyes are always looking for her shadow.

Lordy! I should how?

Should I allow this Love to permeate every beat of my heart?

Or wait for this heart to kill me slowly?

"Pril, try to taste," said Om Sammy while thrusting a fork that had been wrapped in spaghetti. Made me wake up from my daydream.

It turned out to have finished his cooking. Even without me knowing.

Just as I was about to grab the fork he thrust out, my eyes suddenly rounded as Om Sammy casually fed the spaghetti into my mouth.

"Where?" tanyanya can't wait for my answer.

She looks very confident in her cooking skills.

"Hmmmmm..," I muttered as I continued to chew on the spaghetti. Not for wanting to linger at her flirting. But because I was busy neutralizing the sudden heartbeat that was pumped fast.

"Enak." finally the simple word that became heavy came out as well. Welcomed the wide smile of his handsome face.

"Thankfully you like it!" she said gently while ruffling my hair. We then prepared two dishes for us to eat.

I smiled too .

We sat at the dinner table ready for two servings of spaghetti ala Om Sammy. We ate quietly, then suddenly a mild electric shock hit my face. Sammy reached out his right hand to my face. The man cleaned up the rest of the sausage that turned out to be stuck around the corner of my lips with his finger. I made my whole body freeze.

Sammy smiled lightly. It was as if the action was just a trivial move to him.

She didn't know, I almost died of a heart attack when that finger touched the corner of my lip.

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