
At exactly 8am, Aditya's car stopped in front of the apartment building where Milea lived. Jordan then went out and approached Milea. The man took over the small suitcase next to Milea to put in the trunk of the car.
"Thank you Mr. Jo," Milea said with a faint smile. Jordan nodded small.
Meanwhile, Milea opened the front door. Just had to raise one leg, the sound of reprimand from the car made Milea undo her intention to sit beside the steering wheel.
"Let Jordan out front." Aditya is firm.
Milea looked back. Aditya appears to be leaning on the back seat by folding both hands over the chest.
"Well," replied Milea obediently. He moved to the passenger seat. Choosing to sit attached to the car door because it is certainly very awkward to be next to Aditya.
The status of those who have become lovers like does not have a positive impact on the closeness of the two. They are still equally rigid, like superiors and subordinates.
Maybe because they are not used to it, or both of them are not forcing themselves to get used to it.
Like there is a barrier between them until it is difficult to unite like a lover in general.
Jordan got into the car after putting Milea's suitcase into the trunk, the man then told Aditya's private driver to immediately drive his car.
The distance from Milea's apartment to the airport is not too far, it only takes 20 minutes. But it felt long for Milea who sat stiffly next to Aditya. Though the man looked relaxed and occasionally chatted with Jordan.
As soon as the car stopped at the airport, Milea hurried out. He inhaled a lot of oxygen as if he had just held his breath during the trip. How not, he was sitting next to Aditya at a very close distance. Want to breathe it feels like having to think Aditya heard his breathing or typhoon.
Milea turns to the back of the car to pick up her suitcase, as Aditya's private driver has opened the trunk.
"Let the driver and Jordan take the suitcase." Prevent Aditya when she finds out Milea's going to pick up the suitcase.
Actually it is not a form of attention, while there are men, why should let women carry their own suitcases.
But looking from Milea's perspective, the woman felt that she was being given little attention by Aditya. There is a little feeling that makes him feel big head because it gets little attention from the lover. Until unconsciously, Milea's lips reviewed a thin smile. It was so thin that Aditya didn't notice it.
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The air journey from Jakarta to France takes about 17 hours.
During those 17 hours, there was not much interaction between Milea and Aditya. The two only talk as necessary, even if it is only about work. Aditya interacts more often with Jordan.
Arriving at the French airport, the three got into a car that had been waiting for them since 15 minutes ago.
Again Milea sat by the door, making her distance from Aditya quite visible because of the large car they were riding in.
Aditya to the point of linking his brows noticed Milea's movements that seemed reluctant to get close to him.
Despite realizing that, Aditya was quite able to understand the situation. She knew Milea must be very awkward sitting next door to her.
"In the middle a little bit, the door won't move anywhere." Seloroh Aditya glanced at a glance.
From the front seat, Jordan took a quick look. She had already felt strange movements between Aditya and Milea since picking up Milea in the apartment. That made Jordan wonder. Moreover, the attitude of Aditya who seemed to want to melt the atmosphere with Milea by talking to the woman more often. Though previously almost never Aditya interacted with Milea outside of work affairs.
As soon as the car started to go, Milea leaned back on her body. Drowsiness still attacks despite having slept 4 hours in the plane. If in Jakarta, he must be sleeping well because it is still at 12 pm.
Now in France it is still at 7pm with a time difference of 5 hours slower than Jakarta.
Aditya turned his head to the side when he heard the subtle snoring. Next to her Milea was already asleep with her thin lips slightly open.
Some of the children's hair covered his face. Her lashes occasionally move.
Beautiful, one word that describes the figure of Milea when Aditya looked at her. Can not be denied that Milea does have a beautiful face and mengedainkan anyone who looks at her face.
Not infrequently Aditya feels that some people who signed a partnership with him because they have an interest in Milea.
Yes, because the charm of Milea when talking to clients is enough to make anyone immediately interested in agreeing to cooperation.
"It's up to Mister" Jordan said, looking back.
20 Minutes passed, apparently Aditya also had time to fall asleep. He opened his eyes when he heard Jordan's voice. But not with Milea, the woman still closed her eyes tight.
The driver who picked them up got off first to get the luggage out.
After Jordan, he also helped get the suitcase out.
Now Aditya is still in the car, looking confused when it will wake Milea.
There was a feeling of not being able to see the woman sleeping soundly. But if not awakened, who will bring Milea into the hotel.
Aditya where dare to hold Milea, what Jordan will say later. Not to mention that later Milea woke up while she was carrying, it would be very awkward.
Slowly but surely, Aditya shook Milea's shoulder.
"Milea,, wake up," Aditya's voice did not disturb Milea's sleep at all. The man finally tightened his voice and made a tight movement on Milea's shoulder, until finally the woman opened her eyes and looked surprised to see Aditya's face so close to her.
"It's over," Aditya said, distancing himself, then opened the car door and left first.
Milea took a deep breath, trying to neutralize her hunting heartbeat as she was shocked when she opened her eyes.
"She's still cool has made my heart not care, how about long he melts." Milea Miley. Just imagining Aditya's attitude melting, Milea had to hold her chest because it immediately rumbled.
Is it true that she is already in love with Aditya.?
Isn't it too fast.?
I don't know, Milea hasn't even been able to ascertain what feelings she has for Aditya.