
Day to day did not feel over. Jackson was still stricken with anxiety and confusion, because it had been two weeks, he did not find Kalala at the hotel. And after wondering, it turned out that the girl had already resigned.
In addition, Jackson was also confused because until this moment his father Baker—, always asked Jackson about his future wife.
Even last night while having dinner together, Baker asked again about Kalala. Although Jackson has chosen to be honest to tell the truth, Kalala is not his girlfriend, but Baker still wants Jackson to bring the girl back to this house.
A cup of cappucino, being sipped, is gently stirred, then put it back on the table, where it feels.
Jackson remained silent in his daydream.
“Master, we should not go to the house of Mr. Akash alone, who knows the girl you are looking for is there,” suggested Erru, her secretary who happens to be currently following her meeting in the cafe.
“Are you sure the girl is at Akash's house?” ask Jackson.
Erru who was not knowing, had never even seen the girl her master was looking for, she was also confused to answer him.
“Emh, just try it, sir. If it is really there, yes you are lucky,” he replied.
Jackson was silent for a moment, thinking about Erru's proposal. Then, after getting the idea, he got up from his seat, confirmed the gray-smell coat attached to his body, then went out of the cafe.
Erru was about to get into the car, but Jackson immediately prevented her.
“No need to come. You just take care of the next client meeting. Tell me, I can't come because there is urgent business,” said Jackson, opening his car door.
“Good, Mr.” Erru nodded in understanding.
***
The weather this afternoon was quite sunny than usual. The orange sky also displays its beauty, as if it is supporting the atmosphere of a happy family who is currently setting up a tent.
Special tent desired by Shira. Because he could not attend the campus event for camping ground today. Therefore, he and Kalala deliberately make a tent in the park, behind the house that is quite spacious, the plan is tonight they will hold a burning event.
“Ih... kok so this is it!” Kalala grumbled annoyed, because it had been an hour struggling, he could not set up his tent.
Edwin who had set up two tents, as well as a campfire for the night, he also noticed Kalala from a distance.
“Haih...he is, too pretentious to be able to, until prestige asks for help,” he said slowly while shaking his head. Then he approached Kalala.
“Come, let me just put it up,” said Edwin raised his hand, about to take over, the tent wires that were being held by Kalala.
Kalala was silent for a moment before handing the wire to Edwin, because honestly, he was so proud to have rejected Edwin's invitation to build a household with him, eh wrong, he meant to build a tent with him.
“Do not pretentious! I'm here, let me put it up!” Edwin immediately snatched the wire from Kalala's hand. Then crouched down in front of Kalala, focusing on connecting the framework of the tent.
“Basic girl! Instead of being generated, even contrived like this!” his murmuring was slow, yet it still sounded in Kalala's ears.
“You said to me huh?!” exclaimed Kalala, flicking her lips with a face that was expressionless.
“Good if you feel without me mentioning the name,” replied Edwin so cute.
After berkutata for 15 minutes, finally the tent with a diameter of 2 meters was successfully established.
Edwin patted his slightly dirty hands.
Kalala scratched her non-itchy head, wanting to thank Edwin, but she hesitated.
“Ma-ma ...”
“What?!” edwin did not relax.
“Still,” he continued.
Edwin was silent, staring at Kalala in astonishment. Because the women's tumbens thanked him gently.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” tanya Kalala pressed her eyebrows together.
“Any!” said slowly.
And when Edwin was about to step away, suddenly his foot was not flattered, hitting the leg of the tent. He lost his balance and eventually.
Pork!
Edwin's body now rests on Kalala's body, with Kalala's position as seen being confined by Edwin.
Dug, deg, drug, deg.
Both of their hearts were racing abnormally fast. Each of their eyes, looking at each other in chains.
One second, two seconds, up to the fifth second, there was suddenly the sound of someone surprising the two of them.
“Mr Edwin!”
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Seriate....
O-ow .. Who is it?