Marriage Contract With Impoten CEO

Chapter 24 - Drunk In Amsterdam

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Fortunately, this time Defan's vitals did not react at all. He was very happy after knowing it.

"What did you see?" asked Disha who was astonished to see Defan speechless and fixated on looking down.

"My shoes are dirty." Defan. He immediately drags Disha to leave in front of Jerry. The man looked sullen in his eyes.

"You're right. There's something weird about Jerry" Disha said. I walked away from Jerry.

"You're conscious now?" defan Response.

"He kept sending me messages. And today, he was suddenly here. I hope he doesn't come with us to Amsterdam after this either" Disha said.

"We need to prepare. Kroco haven't heard?"

"There's no crap yet." Disha shrugged her shoulders. He and Defan return to the hotel. When evening came, they left for Amsterdam.

Arriving in Amsterdam, Disha and Defan again had to be one room. Now the two were standing in front of the reception desk.

"You want to book another room?" ask Disha. Staring at Defan with the corner of his eyes.

"Yes" replied Defan briefly. He immediately booked another room to the receptionist.

"Sorry, Sir. Our room is full. You're lucky to have booked a room all the way" replied the female receptionist. He uses English.

Defan and Disha were silent. Slowly the two glanced at each other. Recalling the events of the last time, made them feel suddenly awkward.

"I'll find another hotel." Defan looked towards the door.

"Now? Not tired?" ask Disha. Defan then looked. The girl continued, "Let's be tired. It's night."

Defan twisting the ball of the eye puffed. He felt Disha had a point. He is a bit tired now. As a result Defan chose to rest in Disha's room first. The man fell straight to the sofa. Then close your eyes tightly.

"Toy, I'm out for a second. I'm gonna go get some cake. I see a cake shop nearby." Disha showed me the location of the cake shop she was looking for on the internet.

"Yes, I'm not friends." said Defan.

"Who asked to be accompanied." Disha is leaving soon.

Disha walked towards the cake shop. On the way, he felt that someone was following. The girl looked back. But Disha saw no one. There were only a few strangers passing by.

Disha forehead wrinkled. He tried to throw off suspicion. Then continue to step. Until he arrived at the cake shop.

After buying the cake, Disha got up from the cashier's desk. That was when he caught a stranger. He felt that this person was Jerry. The man immediately hid when he saw Disha turning his head.

'Shit! Is that Jerry?' inner Disha. He rushed to the hiding place of the man he thought was Jerry. But that figure has disappeared.

"I must have seen it wrong." Disha patted her cheek once. He'll be back at the hotel soon. Disha hugged her body because it happened that the weather was cold.

Disha entered the hotel area and immediately headed for her room. The girl did not forget to lock the door.

"You why?" ask Defan. He woke up because of the commotion Disha had made.

"It's cold outside" replied Disha. He slept for a while. Disha and Defan intend to eat at 12 noon.

Defan is awake, busy watching television. Looking at the glass wall, Defan watched as it was snowing outside.

Without a second thought, Defan walked to the front of the glass wall. As an Indonesian, snow is certainly not something he often sees.

Defan always likes the beauty of nature. That was the reason he often took Dimas and Disha up the mountain. Because they are busy, they have not done it for a long time.

"I miss the view on the mountain" murmured Defan. He felt calm as he watched the snow fall. The man did not forget to capture it with a camera.

"Gee... Snow fall. Why didn't you tell me?" exclaiming Disha who had not since when he woke up. He took pictures of the city of Amsterdam covered in snow.

"You were asleep" replied Defan.

"Yes builtin dong." Disha nudges Defan with elbow. Both chuckle.

"Main playing cards yuk," asked Disha.

"Is the card there?"

"There's dong. I always take it with me when I go with you and Kroco." Disha hurried to take the card he meant. He and Defan sat face to face on the bed.

"Whoever loses, he gets a red lipstick on his face. Agreed?" said Disha.

"Agreed." Defan pulled the corner of his lips upwards. Feeling sure to win.

"Don't be a snob. Usually the pretentious always lose. If you lose, I'll give your lips lipstick" said Disha.

The first game was won by Disha. The girl directly polished the lipstick onto Defan's lips. Then laugh amusedly.

"Review you!" furious Defan. Unknowingly, he and Disha started to enjoy the game. One thing they don't know. Outside the snow is getting heavier.

Half an hour passed. Defan and Disha's face was already filled with scribbles of red lipstick. The two did not stop laughing at each other. Until finally there was a knock from the door.

"Let me open." Defan gets out of bed.

"You sure?" Disha could not help but laugh. How not? Defan's face is still full of lipstick. The man must have forgotten that his face was full of scribbles.

Disha chose silence. Letting Defan open the door.

It turned out that the one who came was a servant. He was immediately shocked when he witnessed Defan's appearance.

"What's wrong?" ask Defan.

The servant in charge ignored Defan's appearance. He's trying to be professional. The waiter cleared his throat and said, "Our hotel happens to always give quality champagne to VIP guests in the event of a snowstorm."

"W-what? A storm?" Defan's eyes are rounded. He looked straight at the window. Sure enough, the snow is falling very heavily.

"Yes. Enjoy it." The waiter bowed respectfully.

"Wait on! This champagne doesn't contain any stimulants, does it?" Defan. Fear of what happened yesterday repeated.

"Of course not, sir. It's just a regular alcoholic drink that's very useful for warming the body." The waiter passed.

Defan then closed the door. Unbeknownst to him, in the next room was someone who had been peeking out from behind the door. He is Jerry.

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"Shaa! He said there was a snowstorm!" sue Defan as he walked closer.

Disha laughed. He told me about Defan's face filled with scribbles.

Gigi Defan tightens up. He pulled Disha who was laughing while lying down. Defan doesn't care about his embarrassing looks.

"I said, it's a snowstorm now." Defan moves Disha's head towards the glass wall.

Disha's pupils dilate. "You can't seem to find a room in another hotel" he said.

"It's okay. I'm starting to improve now" Defan responded. He talked about his sex organs.

"meaning?" Disha doesn't understand.

"It's nothing." Defan is indifferent. He panicked a little because he was almost lost.

Defan opens the champagne. Then pour it into two glasses alternately.

"Well! The waiter who was giving?" Disha's eyes always sparkle when watching alcoholic beverages.

"Yes. He said it was good to warm up." Defan thrusts Disha a glass of champagne.

"It does not contain..." Disha talked about wine the other day.

"Some!" say Defan who can guess Disha's question. The girl smiled and immediately drank some champagne.

Disha and Defan sat side by side on the sofa. Both watch television. They still haven't cleaned the lipstick on each other's faces.

Disha continued to pour champagne into the glass. As usual, he could not control himself if he drank alcohol.

"Already! Not much!" reprimand Defan with a deep frown. He tried to snatch Disha's glass. But the girl kept her glass out of Defan's reach.

Disha looked at Defan. She smiles. Unexpectedly, his hand touched Defan's lower lip.

Defan's eyes were wide. The blood all over her body rippled violently. Defan immediately looked at his vitals. That thing is again vertical.

Defan hurriedly took the sofa cushion and placed it on the lap. With the intention that Disha could not see.

Even so, Defan did not keep Disha's hand away from her lips. The girl chuckled.

"You're so funny, Toy.." said Disha, who began to get drunk. Now he threw himself onto the pillow that was on Defan's lap. That's when Defan's attention is directed towards Disha's slightly visible cleavage.

Defan swigged his own salivary. Ferdi's words suddenly flashed through his mind.

'You know how tortured you are if you hold a piss. That goes with what you feel, too.' The sentence was several times ringing in Defan's ears.

'Should I try?' inner Defan. He's holding Disha's chin. Then stuff Disha's mouth with a kiss.

"Eumph!" Disha who is drunk, returns Defan's kiss.