My Boss Is My Ex - Boyfriend

Chapter 42's

Eating in silence is so incompatible with the warm and romantic atmosphere of a restaurant. Mesya chose to eat in silence, looking down as if he was alone there. Sometimes Radit turned to his lover, he wanted to open the conversation, but it seems Mesya was not wanting to do that.

After eating, Radit decided to take Mesya home, and along the way there was still no conversation. Radit decides to take his girlfriend to his house, he wants to get everything done now. Convince Mesya that only the woman Radit loves, and only the woman deserves to accompany him, even though Cherry is the woman who accompanies her when in her difficult times, but that doesn't make Radit store taste in the woman.

“Why come here?” Mesya asked with a frown upon realizing that the man was not driving to his house but to the man himself

“Why? This is my home, our home.” Radit answered, raising his eyebrows.

“Ta-”

“Down,” pinta Radit, open the door for her lover.

“I want to go home, Dit, I'm cape-”

“Down, Yes! Do you really prefer to be forced?”

Mesya sighed, then got out of the car, waltzed past Radit into the house and went straight to the top floor, where the room that became his usual place to sleep while in the big house belonging to Radit.

“We talk, Sya,” said Radit so was a few steps behind the beautiful woman.

“Not since you talked?” mesya replied without looking at Radit, continuing his steps and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Radit let out his tired breath, stepped closer and stood in front of the beautiful woman. “Let's get married,” Radit said in a serious tone.

Mesya stopped massaging his legs, looked up, looked at the tall man with a difficult look. The two looked at each other, locking eyes on each other long enough until Mesya first decided that, looking down without giving an answer.

“Let's get married, yes, so that you know that you are the only one who deserves to be with me, so that you know how much I love you, and so that you know that there is only you in my heart and mind. Since long ago you have never been replaced, although many women who have stopped including Cherry.”

That serious tone made Mesya even more bowed. There were no words he could speak and no power to look at his beloved.

“You know, my departure was not my wish. Maybe if from the first moment I knew the reason for the move Papa and Mama, I would prefer to stay here, with you .

Mesya raised his head, heard Radit's story that just flowed, listened carefully. Disbelief was also lodged in his heart. He could see the look of the wound in the eyes of his beloved man, as well as the look of disappointment that was so noticeable. Radit did not stop the story that was sometimes accompanied by a thin smile and a bland laugh.

“Can you imagine how destroyed I was then? The destruction of your loss, and the rift in my family. At that time I needed you, but I knew you were already disappointed because of my departure. Cherry present may indeed have God planned to keep me from falling too into the darkness that will make you more disappointed and hate me.”

Radit finished the story with a strong smile that was so visible in force. “It was night, rest,” said Radit peeked at a glance at Mesya's forehead then stepped out of the room, but Mesya first grabbed the man's hand, stopping his lover's heavy footsteps.

“Where are you going? You should also take a break, Dit,”

“This time, I know you again se-”

“No need, Yes, I do not like being pitied,” replied Radit cut in a cold voice that made Mesya surprised for a while.

“Yes already, please come out,” said Mesya who violently let go of his lover's hand, got up from his seat and stepped towards the bathroom, the initial intention of wanting to start improving the relationship, who, urung because already upset with the lover.

Throughout the cleaning, Mesya did not stop grumbling. Upset with Radit who instead considers him to pity him, although initially it was like that, but that is not the main reason, but that is not the main reason, Mesya only missed sleeping in the arms of the man who was still king in his heart, but hearing Radit's flat tone upset him.

“Ngapain is still here?” asked Ketus Mesya as soon as he came out of the bathroom and still saw the man, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Why? This is my room, free dong I want to do it,” he replied with a frown and refocused on the phone he held.

Mesya snorted in annoyance, and continued his steps towards the closet, taking Radit's shirt for himself to wear, since there were no nightgowns of his in this house, couldn't it be if he had to sleep in his work clothes?

Mesya climbed onto the bed, laid down his tired body, and pulled the blanket to the chest limit, ignoring Radit who was still in his original position, sitting while playing the phone.

“Don't forget to turn off the lights,” Mesya's message before he closes his eyes and prepares to reach his dream realm. Radit only replied with a small deheman.

Gleaning a glance at his lover who was lying behind him, Radit then put his phone on the nightstand and went into the bathroom, fatigue he felt and drowsiness had attacked, he said, but it is not comfortable to fall asleep in a sticky state due to sweat.

Fifteen minutes into the bathroom, Radit returned refreshed and ready to lie down next to his longed lover.

“Do not hug!” sargah Mesya once Radit's hands were coiled around his waist.

“Silence, Deh, Yes. I also know you miss my embrace,” said Radit who tightened his embrace on that slender waist.

“Dih, so confident of you!”

“Sleep, Sya, before I really fuck you,” threatened Radit who presented a upset speech from the beautiful woman. But Mesya remained obedient, closing his eyes and moving in search of a comfortable position.

“Basic women, initially ostentatious, know-know-knows still also seek comfort!” cibir Radit, but a smile remained on the man's lips.

“Whispering, Dit, I'm sleepy,”

“Tight, yes sleep,”

“Yes, so be quiet don't talk!” mesya's jolt that made Radit sneak his lips, mumbled without a sound.