My Hot Woman Part 2's

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'Doesn't the moon look beautiful?" Zen raised his head to look at the beautiful night sky. The sky with a dark blue color is decorated with flickering stars scattered to make the night sky look more beautiful.

"Moon or sky?" zoya asked, raising her head, following Zen.

"Both. The moon would not look beautiful without the sky. And the sky will be ordinary without the moon adorning it at night."

"Hm."

"Are we not like that too?''

"We..?''

Zen turned his face to Zoya. The woman still looked up at the sky, but occasionally glanced at Zen.

"I am nothing without you being with me. And I hope your days won't be beautiful with me either."

"Is that a curse?"

"Sure, if you have to." Zen returned to look.

"Son't you curse me?"

"Why not if we're not together. So I hope that every day you will miss me, wherever and whenever, every time you close and open your eyes, even in every breath you breathe, I want you to miss me always, he said, miss her so much, maybe until you expect me to be there for even a second, that's my curse."

"That's a deadly curse, brother.'' Zoya responded to turn her face away.

"Because the curse is deadly, then don't even think of getting away from me. Be mine forever, the only one for me, and stay like this. Being someone that means a lot to me.'' Zen carried Zoya's hand in his grasp.

"It would be very painful if I wasn't someone important to you, brother, and I wouldn't have given up my place for anyone else. I won't!" Zoya looked at Zen who was looking at her. The gazes of the two locked onto each other, dissolving into the silence of the night.

"You wanna dance with me?"

"Dancing?"

"Hm. Here."

"Here..?"

"Are you a parrot? why do I always repeat my words!" Zen poked slowly on Zoya's pointed nose.

"www...''

Zoya grimaced as she gently touched her nose.

Zen rose from his seat. Stand in front of Zoya, then extend her hand.

"What..?"

"Dance with me.''

"Now..?"

"Yes, please."

Zoya receives Zen's hand and knits her second. His left hand held Zen's hand, and his right hand touched the chest of Zen's field slowly, while Zen's left hand coiled around Zoya's slender waist.

"Close your eyes, and let the silence shout out his voice. Let the quiet of the night accompany our every step." Zen leads Zoya to follow him.

Right-left-left-left-spin..

Both move in rhythm. Letting the silence of the night bring both of them in inevitable comfort.

"Did you see how your son seduced my little girl?"

Rehan and Julie notice both of them from the Balcony which leads directly to the view of the park. Spying is probably what the two are doing right now.

"Zen seems to have inherited your talent Boo." Julie smiled at her husband.

"I hope they'll be as happy as we are Moo." Rehan wrapped his arms around Julie's waist and hugged her.

"Do we have to dance like them?" Julie turned her head to look at Rehan with a seductive smile.

"Can we skip that part, and go straight to the important part?"

"Important part?"

"I mean, this, in our room.'' Rehan kisses Julie softly.

"Hmmm.."

"Dad, Momm..?" Zen's voice sounded not far from the two.

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Julie and Rehan try to be calm in front of their youngest son. Although in fact this situation would be very awkward.

"Why are you here, this isn't the floor of your room?" asked Zen who had just come out of his room. His Mommy and Dady room was on the 3rd floor, which is why Ken asked.

"Son...?" Rehan showed off his trademark smile. "Not sleeping..?" Rehan shifted his son's focus.

"There's something I'd like to ask Zozo Dad. What are you guys doing..?"

...Oh God's....

...Rehan....

"Nothing, just looking at the night sky. Want to see it together..?" Rehan extended his hand at Ken with a smile.

"I'm not so much of a bucin as Dad. Daddy Lebay." Ken turned around and went back into his room. Bingo. Part of Rehan's attitude was now inherited by their son.

Julie had only been holding back her laughter.

"Ap.. Whahuh? Bucin..?" Rehan's forehead wrinkled at Ken's words. "Bucin is what Moo? Food type? or the new game?"

''Hmm." Julie shook her head while making a smile.

"No. Then, did our son just mock me..?"

Ha-ha-Ha..

"Ken really is your son Boo!" Julie left Rehan, who was still thinking about the nickname Bucin Ken said before.

"Heii. what does that mean, of course it's my son's Ken! Moo, wait for me!"

Geck..Geck..

"Son, tomorrow morning you have to explain what Bucin is..!" rehan's voice was a little loud as he passed through Ken's room.

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"Sorry, can give it back to me. That's mine" Maria asked for her sketch paper that had been dropped and picked up by someone who had just passed her.

"This belong to you? Your creation?" Jordan turned to look at Maria who seemed to be wanting to leave.

"Yes. Please." Mary still extended her hand.

Jordan returned the woman's sketch. His face looks puffy. Did that woman just cry?

Jordan looked at Maria closely.

But the woman lowered her head just looking at Jordan's shoes.

"I'm sorry if it makes you feel uncomfortable. I'm not gonna take your sketch, even if it's really beautiful." Jordan smiled, putting the sketch slowly on Maria's hand.

Am I seducing her? If you look around again it looks like she's a foreign woman. Uh. It seems he doesn't understand either.

"Thanks." -."

Maria passed after receiving her sketches back.

"What's in the picture? is that a place or...?" Jordan muttered to himself, rethinking the sketch he saw, belonging to the foreign woman he had just met.

Jordan is a design expert, but the design he just saw is very unique, with a very thick dream point, only certain people can make it. If not a design worker with special skills, then the woman was very special. But why are women special, design and cry? in the restaurant anyway. Strange or unique.. ?

Jordan went to order a special meal take away package.

...20 Minutes wait, the order's done....

"Thank you." Jordan handed me some sheets to pay for the food and left. When he wanted to get into the car Jordan saw the woman sketching her name for Maria, who was currently standing on the side of the road, while occasionally shaking her legs, then stomping her. Bored. Maybe that's how he feels.

"What's he doing there? Does he think there's gonna be a cab through here..?" Jordan gets into the car, starts the car, intending to give the woman a ride.

Just as Jordan wanted to drive his car towards the woman, a black sedan had stopped in front of him, Jordan passed ahead of the car, glancing at the car with the lights on. Someone Jordan knew.

"Did I see wrong..?" Jordan slows down his car, hoping the black sedan catches up with his car so he can see more clearly the person with the woman, but he, the black sedan, takes a detour instead, and disappeared from Jordan's sight. Maybe he just misrecognized people, especially when it was 10 pm, something like this is very likely to happen.

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