My Boss Is My Ex - Boyfriend
Chapter 16's
As promised, tonight they will take a trip to Osaka. And Mesya was ready with his appearance, standing in front of Radit's door and knocking on the door so many times that the master of the room opened it.
“You're not ready?” mesya asked in disbelief when she saw that the man was still wearing his work clothes like the last time Mesya saw this afternoon. With innocence Radit shook his head and then grimaced as a pinch of Mesya lay on his waist.
“Sick Yes,”
“Sgratiramin! Now take a quick shower, I don't want to go through the night,” Mesya pushed his lover's body into the bathroom and closed the door hard when Radit was inside. Afterwards Mesya walks towards the closet, picking up a casual dress for Radit to wear tonight.
It didn't take long for Radit to clean up, as less than twenty minutes had the man returned wearing only a towel covering his private area. That of course made Mesya instantly turn his face away.
“Yak, Radit! To the bathroom, do not change there,” panicked Mesya when Radit was about to lower his towel.
“Kelamaan if you have to go to the bathroom first, Sya besides here there is only you, no problem. Counting you get used to seeing me naked,” he said teasingly, ignoring Mesya's red face that already resembled boiled shrimp.
“Radit!” yell Mesya again.
“Quiet time, Yes. I'm wearing a bokser, now is not the time for you to see. Even though I really want to know you hold him,” Radit said pointing to something in his pants. Mesya's face became redder, embarrassed and also misbehaved, the more adorable in the eyes of Radit who was now wearing full clothes.
“Basic pervert!”
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Osaka is a destination that Mesya wants, where the culinary center is so popular. Mesya prefers streets like this, culinary tours where he can fill his stomach and his eyes with a variety of foods, rather than having to go hunting to shops or boutiques with various bags, he said, accessories, shoes, clothes that only fill the eyes and drain the wallet but not at all make the stomach full. Not that Mesya did not like all those expensive items, but for him the stomach was more important, while such items Mesya would only buy if he really needed.
Mesya's eyes sparkled when he had just arrived at one of Okonomiyaki and Takoyaki shops, a typical food of the sakura country that is so Mesya likes. After getting what he wanted, Mesya again pulled Radit to look around and buy food that Mesya thought was tempting and worth trying. Radite? The man just followed wherever the woman went and of course Radit would always spend money to pay for what Mesya bought.
The culinary tour was completed when Mesya felt his stomach was no longer able to accommodate his satiated food. Radit just smiled and shook his head not expecting a twenty-three year old woman who from the beginning they met the woman looks mature and graceful in fact today is not much different from a ten year old girl enthusiastic year invites his parents to choose toys.
Their journey ends at Tokyo Sky Tree, which Radit brings to this place. The tower with a height of 634 meters looks beautiful when viewed at night. Because Radit is a handsome man with perfectly etched muscles but is timid, therefore they only climb this tower to the 4th floor where from this place they can enjoy the view of Tokyo with a 360-degree perspective.
Mesya had wanted to go upstairs, standing on 48 millimeters of glass, looking at buildings that were outnumbered by the height he was leaning on. But unfortunately his desire must be buried deep because of the man beside him who refused loudly.
“You like to play to the club not?” radit asked a little doubtfully.
“Yes, if you don't mind that too,” Radit tapped his shoulder, a sign that he won't force it.
“Yes, I haven't been to the club in a long time either. So busy working that you forget to make fun,” replied Mesya agreed with a smile of three fingers.
“Whose name do you usually play to the club?” curious Radit asked, because at first he thought the woman was not familiar with the place of humans who seek pleasure for a moment.
“My college friends are mostly club children, Mina Sama Rima also often there, and several times I was also invited by Aldrich with his friends. You should not be surprised. Not only foreign countries are free association, in Indo also now such things are common even though many people misinterpret and look at everything ugly. You are also calm, I do not drink, just enjoy the atmosphere just to disappear for.” Mesya.
Finally Radit nodded and began to ask the driver to drive his car to the famous bar in this country. Arriving at the destination Mesya and Radit get out of the car leaving the driver alone in there.
Only eleven o'clock in the evening and the place is not too crowded, Radit and Mesya sit at the bar ordering drinks that are so Radit really wants at this time. Mesya did not drink alcohol because he did not like it, in contrast to Radit who was already accustomed to such drinks.
Music that is so deafening does not disturb Mesya who just stare around, see people contorting with the music that the DJ is playing, he said, Radit followed the gaze of the woman sitting next to him understanding with those eyes that Radit finally got up from his seat and reached out towards Mesya who was staring confusedly.
“You want to go there ‘right? Ayok I temenin,” the smile on Mesya's thick lips expands and then receives the speech, he said, rising from his seat and stepping into the dance ploor joined with other humans who were enjoying the music and moving his body to the rhythm.
Radit's hand coiled around Mesya's waist, bringing the woman closer to him for more safety. Both move the body according to the rhythm of the song that is a little stomping, enjoy it until tired and finally return to the bar table before deciding to go home when the clock has shown at one in the morning.
“Dilangin not to get drunk too, ish!” mesya's snort carried Radit's body out of the Club that night, assisted by one of the guards whom Mesya called.
Mesya sighed tired and relieved when he reached the hotel room and immediately threw Radit's body on the bed was large enough, he took off the shoes he was wearing and laid his tired body on the other side of Radit's hotel bed.
“Nginep here aja, yes,” Radit pulled Mesya's body docked in his arms did not let the woman refuse.
“Sya,”
“Hem,” Mesya responds with a slow mutter while closing his eyes after getting a comfortable position in Radit's arms.
“I love you,” whispered slowly, making Mesya who was initially closed, re-opened her eyes, due to a fast heart beating because of a short sentence full of meaning that slid from Radit's lips. The words that Radit used to say were Mesya's bedtime.
