Love Story of Irene

Massage

The guide walked as fast as lightning left

Irene still called. He's so angry.

He said he didn't like Bastian anymore, what was that? He still serves it. What kind of woman is that. Cih, that's cheap.

The feeling in the depths of Pandu's heart is getting more turbulent. I don't know what that feeling is he doesn't know. But he clearly hated that any man approached Irene.

Irene ran as fast as she could chasing the already distant Pandu.

"Ahh, sick." Irene fell. He held onto his sprained ankle.

"Ah how is this? Mr. Pandu is not visible anymore." Irene took off her shoes. He tried to walk even though he was stumbling.

"How dare you make me wait!" Screaming as Irene got into the car.

"I'm sorry sir. I had a little problem." Irene tried to speak normally even though her leg was very sore.

"How dare you make excuses." Pandu is still ketus.

"I'm sorry for my silliness that makes you wait for master. I won't repeat it again. Please forgive me." Irene endured the pain in her leg.

The silent guide. He had no intention of answering anymore. Turned his face out of the car window. And the car started to go.

"Secretary Irene what's with your legs?" Adrian noticed Irene holding his ankle. Actually he wanted to ask from earlier because Irene walked stumbling but Pandu who spoke first.

"Ah, this was me slipping and it looks like a sprain. It's healing soon." Irene tried to smile.

"It is impossible to heal if left unchecked. Later there is even swelling. Your legs should be followed by Irene's secretary. Looks like your leg sprained pretty bad until you sweat so."

Why did he slip? Pandu started to get upset but did not dare to ask. He was the acute master who was filled with excitement.

"Later home from work I will treat Adrian sir. Thanks for your advice." Irene tried to keep smiling while slightly massaging her legs.

Pandu is eager to offer to massage Irene's legs. But it's not embarrassing for him. Damnit damnit!!

Car to destination. Adrian quickly opened the door for Mr. Pandu. But before he came out he spoke to Irene first.

"If you can't walk just wait here." Waveguides.

"No sir, I have to come."

"Don't make me look bad in other people's eyes. Later I was impressed as an inhuman superior to his ailing subordinates."

That's not the real reason. Scouts just don't want Irene's ankle swollen from a lot of walking.

"Adrian, you go with him. I can do it myself." The guide stepped inside the cafe. She was determined that once her affairs were over with the lawyer, she would call a professional masseuse for Irene. I need to get this thing done quickly.

"Sir Adrian, let's go in. I'm hungry and you have to have lunch. Where can we concentrate on working if the stomach is hungry." Irene smiled.

"But the young master told us to wait here for Irene's secretary." Adrian hesitates to follow Irene's request.

"Of course, we will not enter with Mr. Pandu. People won't know we're his subordinates. After all, we only eat instead of work, Mr. Pandu will not be angry either." Persuade Irene.

"alright. Let me help you." Adrian gets off the wheel and helps Irene to step up.

Arriving at the door of the cafe Pandu saw them.

Why did they come in? I told you to stay in the car, so stubborn. Pandu began to rouse fear of Irene's legs getting worse.

"Irene, what's wrong with you?" Suddenly Bastian came from nowhere in front of them.

"Let's just sit at my desk. Sir help me yes." Pinta Bastian on Adrian. They pushed Irene towards the table in question.

Hot, hot, has started to overheat even though the AC has been set to the right temperature in some corners of the room.

Bastian sat Irene in the chair.

"Why is it like this?" Ask Bastian. His face was worried.

"So I slipped. Maybe my feet aren't used to high heels yet."

"It hurts so much?"

Irene just nodded. Bastian took off his suit and covered Irene's thigh. Irene wears a knee-length work skirt. And if you sit down the skirt will be pulled a little up to make her thighs a little visible.

Bastian squatted down, grabbed Irene's sprained leg and placed it on her thigh.

"Hold ya, just a little sore." Bastian smiled as he looked at Irene's sweet face. He started his massage.

"Aww, Tian's sick." Irene grimaced and accidentally squeezed Bastian's shoulder. Their faces are close together. Bastian just smiled.

Irene felt every touch of massage Bastian gave her. Sick but delicious. That's what Irene felt when she was massaged by Bastian. Irene looked at Bastian's face from this close range. The face of the man she had loved. And Irene unconsciously smiled. Bastian returned Irene's smile.

"You remember something?" Bastian was still smiling while massaging Irene's ankle carefully. It looks like the massage was coupled with various love spices.

Irene nodded timidly. And that makes Bastian anxious with Irene's shy face. She wanted to pinch her cheek.

Of course Irene remembered. This isn't the first time Bastian has massaged her. In London, Bastian did that too.

In the past when in London they had or could be said to often run in the morning if the course was empty. They jog while joking and even push-push sweet. And accidentally Bastian pushes Irene to make Irene's leg slip off the pavement. Fortunately Bastian quickly pulled Irene's hand, otherwise Irene would have landed on the asphalt. And the same thing Bastian did back then as he is today, massaging Irene's legs with love.

"How does it feel now?" Bastian twists Irene's ankle.

"It's good." Irene smiled proudly at the results of Bastian's massage. His hand had not yet slipped off Bastian's shoulder.

"Since then I've been an expert in massaging. If you need a massage, just call me."

"Haha, I admit your massage is great. No need to learn but you are very proficient, already like a professional masseuse." Irene let out a laugh showing an increasingly sweet face. The face that Bastian missed.

"Yes you're right. Maybe it's because I love you so much that it leads me to do my best. I don't want you to do anything." Bastian said with love.

Deg. Irene. Their faces were this close. Irene changed to her original position, removing her hand from Bastian's shoulder.

"Tian, thank you."

"Don't you look at Irene. I can't even see you in pain or torment."

Drrtts. Irene's phone is shaking.

Mr. Pandu called. Meeting with a lawyer is smooth, right?

"Hello sir."

"Do I interrupt your romantic events? I'm waiting in the car." Pretend Pandu is authoritative.

Tuutt....

What did he say, romantic show? He's waiting in the car? Dead I've made him wait again.