Love Ends Death

(3) This is my room

Vie wakes up from the fall with the help of Fiqer. Shuffled pants that were dirty because of a fall earlier.

"The result, we won" said Kelvi by showing the results of the goals scored.

It is seen that Vie and his team lost two goals from the Fiqer team.

"OK doesn't matter. It's nice to play with you guys." said Vie.

Kelvi nodded hearing that. He immediately gave Vie a small towel.

Not yet in front of Vie, Fiqer immediately picked up the little towel and put it on.

Kelvi instantly silently looked at Fiqer who took the towel from him. "Huh, this big brother is really." thought Kelvi.

Fiqer stepped away from the futsal court. Vie left unintentionally with him.

"You're following me?" fiqer lyrics with eagle eyes.

Vie sniffed at the words. "demanding you? Sorry, the only way out is here." said Vie.

To get out of the futsal field, Vie and the others just passed one way. After passing through that path, they would part ways by entering the first floor.No wonder if Vie was one-way with Fiqer.

Vie rubbed his wet jidat. He did not expect the exercise this time to sweat a lot.

A towel suddenly came to his head. Vie took the towel and saw the man beside him walking away.

"Curtain a clean towel, not your sweat towel!" shout Vie.

Fiqer turned around, "at least I'm helping you" he said.

After saying so, the man left the stupefied Vie.

"Help her, what helps huh?" Vie wiped his sweat with the towel Fiqer gave him.

The foot stepped into his private room. The day began to look afternoon with orange color that adorns the sky.

Vie stared at the beauty of the sun that was about to sink. At the moment he had just finished Bathing, his long waist-length hair was unraveling with a fragrant scent that smelled on his nose.

"School of the future wife. I don't understand this, why they make weird programs. Yeah, his name is also family freak!" grumbled Vie.

At night, Vie steps out of the room to find dinner. As he knows, if you want something you need your own effort.

"Lazy ah, I have no intention of making dinner. Hm, there's instant noodles huh?" mumble Vie.

Arriving on the first floor, many women gathered in the kitchen room.

"What are they doing?" vie asked with a puzzled look. The women who were there looked busy.

"Mereka sedang berlomba untuk menghidangkan makan malam. Para penerus Michael, mereka juga akan makan malam di sini." jawab Wanita asing yang memiliki paras cantik.

Vie just glanced at him. He did not know who answered this question. "Oh, so yeah." he added.

"You, Vie Maherqi, aren't you?" The woman asked to start their conversation.

Vie answered and even responded. However, he was feeling a little lonely at the moment. So, there was no problem for him to be friends.

"Yes, then who are you. Sorry, my memory is down. So can't remember all the names of the people who are here." said Vie.

The woman smiled, "then remember my name. Princess, Princess Reila."

Vie nodded his head. "All right, Princess Reila. You look like a royal descendant."

"Haha, your words are correct. I have blood from the king's descendants. King Rei." obviously.

Vie wants to laugh. "Someone is proud of her. Yeah, royal lineage should be proud. As for you who are like this trash, don't act too much." he thought.

"Ooh, then why are you even here. Not joining them?" ask Vie as he steps into the kitchen. His eyes had just seen someone who was busy there.

"I? I don't deserve to be in the kitchen. So, I decided not to do anything there." replied the Princess.

Vie stopped his steps, "Unbecoming?" vie's eyes wanted to jump out of place.

"Hm, it's inappropriate" said the Princess again.

Vie laughed in his mind. Who would have guessed, if the descendants of this kingdom did not want to cook. "Living said lazy, what's the trouble." thought Vie.

"By the way, why don't you cook?" ask Princess.

Before Vie answered, someone came to bring a plate of spaghetti with grilled chicken in it.

"Vie, eat!" Otavi.

Vie smiled seeing that the dish was ready. He immediately picked up the plate and inhaled the scent of food that was still warm. "I don't need to cook, because there's someone who's going to serve it."

Vie looked at the woman in front of him. He spoke like that to answer what the Princess had just asked.

Without waiting for his response to return. Vie decided to step into the living room with a table there.

"I will follow" said Otavi who called Tiasa and Nala.

Vie nodded without turning around. He would enjoy this dish alone without anyone bothering him.

Upon arrival in the living room, the intention of wanting to eat alone instantly disappeared. Vie's eyes catch a man who's fast asleep on the couch.

Worse still, the man was surrounded by women who were probably about six people there. They persuaded each other to take the man to eat. The man is Fiqer Michael, the first successor of the Michael family.

"No wonder, they would definitely want to obtain the position of son-in-law of the first successor. Cih, embarrassing. Like ants chasing the scent of sugar. Without knowing what the sugar is" Vie thought.

"What are you doing here? Let's eat!" take Tiasa who steps towards the dining room. There are third, second and fourth successors.

Otavi and Nala also follow Tiasa. They did not like the spectacle in the living room. It feels strange to see a woman seduce a man just to eat his dish.

Vie also had no desire to join the dining table. He felt increasingly claustrophobic with the crowd of women there. It can be said, the girls are competing to get the attention of the second successor, three and four.

"I'll eat here" murmured Vie.

In the living room. There was a table that was one and a half meters long. Vie decides to eat by sitting on the sofa next to each other from the crowd of women who seduce men.

"Because dinner doesn't taste good on its own. Mending we watch the live broadcast. How a woman wakes her husband up for dinner. Yeah, it's an interesting spectacle." Vie thought.

His eyes looked at the six women who were carrying various kinds of dishes in their hands. Then, the way they woke up the man became the most unique thing to Vie.

"Come young master, the grave of the night first. Pity the worms in your stomach. Here, let me feed him." said one of the men at Fiqer's feet. He had clear fish soup in his hand.

"Young master, wake up yuk .. dinner first, this I made rice special, delicious loh." seduced other women.

"Dine first, sir. You must be hungry. I've brought you some cassava soup. Delicious sure!"

Of the many temptations, that was all that caught Vie's attention. He wanted to laugh but his mouth food was already full. Perhaps, all the noodles he ate would be sprayed out.

"Damn, they're from a well-known family, right? The name of the food is like village food. Yeah, the food my mom always makes." Vie muttered.

Eating alone while watching a family drama. Vie saw the man wake up with eyes directly glancing at him.

Fiqer, the man got up from his bed. He stepped closer to Vie without caring about the other women who were teasing him.

"I want your dinner, get it" he said.

Vie had half eaten Otavi's spaghetti. He would not share with this strange man in front of him. "No, make it yourself there." refused Vie.

Fiqer immediately expelled the six women who carried the dish in their hands. His appetite disappeared because he was disturbed. He wanted to fall asleep but the smell of food suddenly entered his nose.

Eating it was in Vie's lap. The hunger that disappeared, is now reappearing.

Got Vie's refusal. Fiqer immediately restrained the shoulder of the woman in front of him and immediately took out a plate of spaghetti that Vie was carrying.

"Hey, you know.it's made by Otavi, you ask him to." Vie choked as he stood up.

Fiqer didn't care what Vie said. He bribed that Spaghetti so voraciously.

"Hey! Look, it's somebody's doing this." - Vie. He immediately pulled the plate that was in Fiqer's hand.

The atmosphere changed instantly, both pulling each other to be able to get a plate of spaghetti.

Otavi, Tiasa and Nala approached the commotion. Not only them, Michael's successor also took notice.

"Discover!" shout Vie.

"No, I told you, it's my dinner!" reject Fiqer.

The two who did not want to budge made the plate drop instantly and fell on the floor. The remains of the spaghetti fell there.

Fiqer flushed to see his dinner become like this. He stood in front of Vie and pointed at the woman.

"If you don't want to be a future wife here, go and leave this Villa, Understand!" fiqer firmly who then chose to leave.

The crowd immediately dispersed. They quite see the grimness that happens. There were two servants who immediately cleaned the dirty floor.

"Hm, forgive the attitude" Kelvi wanted to calm Vie down. However, his words were immediately stopped by the woman herself.

"No need to worry about me." said Vie who then turned around. His eyes looked at Otavi who was smiling at him.

"Hey, make me some more spaghetti!" vie's orders. Otavi nodded and immediately headed to the kitchen. As for Tiasa and Nala, they approached Vie.

"Why with you, what's wrong with sharing." reprimanded Tiasa with a scapegoat on the chest.

Vie chose to sit down before answering the reprimand. He shook his pants gently. "When it comes to food, sharing is hard for me."

Tiasa and Nala smiled hearing that. Vie, the first granddaughter of the Maherqi family is indeed unique. If asked, what do you like most Vie. The answer is Food. No wonder it happened.

After that troubled dinner. Vie rested in the room. He was wearing a knee-length shirt with short sleeves. Like a negligee but the thickness of the shirt is able to protect it from the cold.

"The room is locked, the phone and the morning alarm are on. Tomorrow morning wake up, jog and have breakfast. The rest, I don't know." muttered Vie.

When he wanted to close his eyes, Vie suddenly saw his phone screen on. "Use in silent mode. There's still something disturbing." he grumbled.

On the phone screen, there was an incoming call by Nala. Her cousin's sister called at bedtime like this. Vie picked it up immediately.

"Ke-,"

"WAAAH, BROTHER VIE! MY SUITCASE HAS A LIZARD. HELPME! HELEPEY!"

Vie grimaced to hear Nala yell. "Help Me!" vie said by turning off his phone.

He immediately got up and headed to Nala's room. Leave the door slightly open.

Once there, Vie looked flatly at Otavi and Tiasa. "Why do you call me if there's Tiasa and Otavi here." he said.

Nala was only astonished by the neat row of white teeth.

"Here it is, the lizard has come off, we do not know where he is" Otavi said, showing the results of their hard work.

"Oh, great .. Just report it to Faga, let him look for it tomorrow." suggested Vie.

Tiasa nodded in agreement. "True, we'll report it to him."

"Okay, because it's done. I want to go back to my lair." said Vie. The three women in the room nodded.

Vie put his foot back into the room. The distance of Nala's room from her is quite good at relieving sleepiness. However, this is Vie, the woman who sleeps will sleep in one eye lid.

Upon arriving at the room, Vie furrowed an eyebrow seeing that the door of his room was tightly closed. "When I came out, I deliberately did not close the door of this room. Are there ghosts here?" muttered.

Lazy to think that no-no, Vie opened the room door and immediately entered. In the door lock slowly, then the key is hung on the keychain.

"Damn, Nala's disturbing my sleep." raved Vie.

Throw the body when it arrives at the bed. However, it was not the tenderness that Vie felt but the pain that hit his chest.

"Curtain, who the hell!"

Those eyes that were glaring turned away for a moment. Vie stood up and pulled the blanket on the bed. A man wakes up rubbing his eyes.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE HUH?!" shout Vie. He really did not understand this man in front of him.

They were fighting over dinner, now they're being met like this. What's more, the man was filled with the scent of a drink.

"Fiqer Michael, get out of my room!" expel Vie.

Hearing his name on the call, Fiqer stared half-consciously. He stood while holding on to the side of the bed.

"Oh, the woman who interrupted my dinner." said Fiqer.

The two of them looked at each other at such a close distance. Fiqer even held Vie's shoulder so firmly.

"Sickness, Tol*l!" hardik Vie with a hand on his shoulder.

Fiqer snorted, he immediately brought Vie closer by pulling his waist. "You were already bothering me when you got here. From playing ball, to dinner and now in my room. Do you really want to be the first daughter-in-law of the Michael Fiqer clan."

Vie wagged in front of his nose. The smell of the drink was truly terrible.

"Dream. I'll never be Mrs Michael, no more Fiqer Michael." said Vie.

Fiqer furrowed his brows. Vie who saw the frown just snorted. "Again, I apologize young master.this is my room, not yours." continued Vie.

"Huh? Your room? Did you set me up for that reason so that tomorrow morning, you told everyone that we slept together?"

A slap darted across the cheek, Vie slapped the man in front of him. He became upset until his mood became bad.

Fiqer's hand was raised in the air. Vie is ready to accept what he gets. However, instead of getting pain, Vie even found a chewy object touching his lips.

"Let's sleep! My eyes were drowsy" said Fiqer. He casually pulled Vie in his arms and lay on the same bed.

"Eh?" Vie stared confused at what was happening. He saw clearly the man's cheeks on his chest were flushed red. Then, their sleeping position, slightly diverged.