My girlfriend's my Class Brother
episode 18 (love letter)
After hearing Yesi's explanation about Jelita, my mood gradually improved.
The one I'm horrifying, Jelita's Yesi's cousin. I know just that, anyway, it feels awkward to ask further about the brotherhood of the two of them, and again Yesi explained it more sincerely.
This morning, when I opened my eyes. The first time I saw, the room of the hotel room where Yesi slept was empty. Again I found a note from Yesi, he told me that he went to the gym.
One plate of toast and chocolate milk is located on the dining table. Maybe Yesi called the hotel room service to deliver breakfast to my room.
The only thing I want to do after I wake up is take a shower. After cleaning my body, I sat in a window seat for breakfast and enjoyed the view of the Eiffel Tower.
The air this morning was colder, but the weather did not make me recede to look at the Eiffel Tower.
Quietly, before going to Paris, I have prepared a list of places in Paris that I will visit with Yesi. After the toast and chocolate milk ran out, I went back to check into Yesi's room to see if Yesi had come home from the gym.
Yesi had been sitting in front of her dressing table, for a while she was glued while observing my movements from behind the mirror.
My eyes blinked twice, a second later I was embarrassed then I turned around and stepped quickly towards my room.
We hired a private tour guide named France to accompany me to the place where I want to go.
We made an appointment to meet near the Eiffel Tower. With GPS, we walked through Octave Greard Avenue for 6 minutes. France sent us a photo so we could easily find him.
Sure enough, Yesi and I immediately recognized France leaning on her car. From his appearance, I can estimate the age of France 23 years. We're getting close.
"Good afteron, are you, France?" ask Isaiah.
France looked up and smiled.
"Yes, I'm, France. You must be a couple lovers, Yesa and Yesi ? Nice to meet you." said France as she extended her hand.
I and Yesi greeted him.
"Yes, nice to meet you too." France immediately prepared to get into his car. Before driving, he asked us a list of places we wanted to visit, I enthusiastically mentioned it.
Ten minutes of travel filled France by explaining the places we went through and also its history. Arriving at the Pont des Arts bridge, with my spirit dragged Yesi to the padlock seller place. We wrote each other's initials and locked them on the bridge fence.
After the padlock is perfectly installed, France explains next is to throw the key into the river. I took a swing to throw the key as described by France. Suddenly my hands are in Yesi's hold.
"Why, Yesi ?" isaiah looked at the confused face of Jesse.
"Don't throw. Let Yesi keep it." said Yesi reminded.
"Loh, France said the key should be thrown away instead of stored?" say Isaiah again.
Yesi stuffed the lock key into the bag she was carrying.
"Don't follow. This is our story, Yesa." said Yesi.
"Come next" Isaiah said to Yesi and France.
Next, France took us to Le Jardin de Serres in Auteuil. This super beautiful panoramic botanical garden has a number of greenhouses and palmarium, a large palm house. I took Yesi to take pictures near the orchid plant and France as the photographer.
Our twenty-minute trip paid off with a beautiful view. France explains what plants are here.
"Can we just eat something? I'm very hungry." asked Yesi lazily.
"Of Course." France replied with a smile.
Now we are in the car. France occasionally glanced through the glass at me and Yesi.
"I recommend unique restaurant for you, Dans le Noir. Restaurant with sensory games, where customer are invited not to use vision and to use only the senses of hearing, touching, taste, and smile." France replied with a friendly smile.
"Is it true? Didn't fall when entering? isaiah asked excitedly, hearing that Jesse was clucking.
"Sounds silly" said Yesi as she stared at Isaiah.
I just glanced at him.
"No! That is the reality, please value yourself" Isaiah said.
France stopped the car. I turned my eyes aside and found Dans le Noir's nameplate and immediately smiled. I quickly pulled Yesi's wrist to get out of the car.
When I was about to enter the restaurant, my steps stopped, automatically Yesi also stopped and looked at me confused.
"France, find another table, I just want to eat together with my girlfriend." asked Isaiah.
"Of course." said France immediately chuckled, he entered first from us.
Then we continued, Yesi chuckled beside me. My hand ties are getting tighter in the hands of Jesse.
"Yesa would love a dark-eight gini?" asked Yesi teasingly.
"What was the darkness like?" answer Isaiah again.
We sat at one of the tables. One of the waiters approached and asked for our order in French. I swear, I don't understand. Neither Yesi, nor the waiter spoke, nor did I understand.
Maybe because it was professional, the waiters moved away from our table smoothly without fumbling like me and Yesi first entered this dark restaurant.
Suddenly Yesi's face glowed, apparently Yesi was busy playing the hape. I don't know what he's doing. I tapped my finger on the table, for a few minutes, there was no conversation. Yesi is still busy with his hape.
Two waiters approached our table and placed the menu in our message. One of the maidservants said.
"Bon Appetite!" said the waiter, who I knew was good-bye.
Yesi is still busy with his hape. I had to answer.
"Merci." said I throw a smile at two servants, bodo very if he can squirm or not. After that, the two servants left.
"Dear, eat!" yesa offered to Yesi.
"Before, Yesa." answered Yesi without taking her eyes off the screen.
I shrugged my shoulders, then scooped up the food. My tongue is foreign to the same food that I don't know what, but it tastes good.
After a while, Jesi put his wine and enjoyed the food.
Not felt, the day has begun to afternoon. Even orange color has been seen in the sky of Paris. I and Yesi decided to go back to the hotel. On the way, I only talked to France, while Yesi was still busy with his hape.
One big question pops into my head, WHAT'S IN HAPE YESI? Why suddenly he likes to eat his wine.
