My Fireman's

CAMOMILE YVONE DEAREST'S

Yvone Dearest Camomile

My westernized name always raises a lot of questions among my friends and teachers or lecturers. Not a few people thought my parents were European or American or Australian. In fact, both of my parents were Asians who happened to have a love for the western world, just like I do in my careless and slightly tomboyish daily life.

And this afternoon, when I was about to fall asleep in my sleep, I was startled by the sound of my loud phone ringing right beside my ear. I lazily pressed the green button without seeing who was calling. Instantly my eyes opened wide when I heard the voice of someone who had not since when I began to miss this. He asked to meet before my return later in the afternoon, which is actually I am not sure so go home or not. Because honestly my parents were out of town for business.

I was deliberately waiting for his arrival on the terrace, so that when he came I could immediately see the figure I missed.

She smiled so sweetly, making my heart almost go out of place. I approached her opening the door for her and ran out of words.

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That's how I am when I'm dealing with people who start taking my mind, speechless and dagdigdug for him. When I let her in and turned her back because I was confused as to how, she pulled me quickly into her arms. Warm and fragrant. It felt really like a dream when someone hugged me again with this kind of longing.

off.

"Sttts..Yv..Yvi.." the handsome man in front of me shook my shoulders and woke me from the daydream

"Eh.ehem.iya mas" I replied clumsily.

"Deal right? you've been through everything that was talking, right? that's the reason why I don't use 'lo me' with you, you belong to me from now on" this sentence that even emerged from his lips made me almost out of breath in surprise

"We used to walk yes mas.pelan-pelan we know each other more deeply. I'm still afraid of commitment, but I promise I'll learn slowly" finally the sentence that I've been keeping for almost a week was thrown out as well, as the answer this guy ever asked for.

"OK.mas will slow down, but not promise to slow down, because it's not my type to be slow" he glanced in response

And stupidly again, where did the figure of Yvone who was thinly clasped ceplos go? why is there a shy Yvone red-cheeked cat here?

When I was busy looking at him, I realized that there were many scars on his face and hands. I touched the scar on his hand. He was surprised apparently.

"I'm sorry you're still sick?" just plain

Hygiene ...

"Could you please not come home today or tomorrow?" doorways

"I need you sweet, at least this week, after which I'll take you home to your parents" her voice this time sounded sincere and hopeful

"ehem.anu mas.actually I have not decided so I will not go home later in the afternoon" I replied with a grin

"really? are you really not going home for a 3-week vacation?" his eyes were shining with excitement

I nodded slowly

'Woaaahhh.. gratefullylaahh. I am so relieved" he shouted.

"Sstt.mas. My friends are at the boarding house" I asked in panic because Weni and Anne were in their rooms. And I haven't told them this part yet. I'm sure after this they will interrogate me until dawn.

"Look along with the mas out" he asked suddenly

"Where's mas? I need to change my clothes?"

"No need, let's just let's go" he pulled me behind and rode his sport bike. Previously he put a helmet on my head and immediately wuuuss tinker gas somewhere he hasn't told me.

About 25 minutes drive, we arrive in front of a very large hospital. He pulled me to walk by his side

"Mas.we why here? mas sick? I'm healthy" I'm confused

"We will look at fellow mas who was also one of the victims of the fire" he replied casually

The room was on the 3rd floor, during the trip my hands were in his hands without letting go. And it made me blush