My husband Pinky Boy

SPC. Chapter 13

Rosita looks clumsy when she arrives inside Walter's private room. The black room was seen to hold many secrets. The typical masculine scent of men is clearly smelled in Rosita's nose. The male escort who delivered Rosita was gone. Even the bodyguard did not enter the room. Rosita doesn't know what to do. He stood up while looking at the man who was sound asleep.

"Do sleepers need to be taken care of?" he murmured in the heart. According to Rosita there's nothing wrong there. Without being taken care of, Walter will be fine.

Rosita who does have a curious disposition, will not be able to sit on the sofa. The woman stepped closer to the old gray closet located in the corner of the room. Sometimes he looked at Walter to make sure he was still asleep.

"What's that closet? Why is the design so good."

Rosita wants to touch the closet. However, he realized that he was now in the room of a mysterious man. They just met last night. There is no basis for Rosita to say that Walter is a good man. Precisely until this moment Rosita concluded that Walter was a bad man. Which good man could get so many wounds on his body? Holding a dangerous weapon and behaving in such a way?

"I'd better not get in trouble. I'm just here to persuade Mr. Walter to be allowed home. So, I'd better be nice in front of him."

Rosita turned her body and chose to go back to the sofa. The woman sat with her legs folded while watching Walter's face still asleep.

"Look really yes Mr. Walter. What else if you sleep gini. If I think it's gini, how can I stand it?" praise Rosita in your heart. He immediately shook his head when he regained consciousness. "Oh, remember Rosita! You're different. IT'S DIFFERENT! Self-conscious!" his own words in the heart.

After almost an hour of waiting for Walter to sleep, Rosita grew bored. Plus now he feels like he wants to pee.

"What is the toilet." Without thinking, Rosita ran towards the brown door that was not too far from the window. The woman could no longer hold it. He really needs a toilet.

When the door is opened, Rosita is shocked to see Walter's secret room. The room was an armory that housed the collection of weapons belonging to Fabio and Walter. On the other hand, it can also be entered from the outside. However, there is also a connecting door from Walter's private room.

Rosita who had been very anxious to urinate, finally subdued her desire. He stepped slowly into the room that no one should enter.

"Am I now at the army headquarters? Why so many guns? Is this a toy gun?" Rosita looked at the weapons one by one. "There's no way Mr. Walter could've collected toy guns. What's in it?"

Rosita picked up a gold-colored gun that was located in front of her eyes. He carved a smile when he was holding the weapon. Rosita paid close attention to the details of the dangerous weapon.

"How do I shoot?" Rosita pointed the weapon forward. He acted as if he was aiming at a target. His fingers were on the trigger and slowly pulled the trigger.

DUARRRR

Rosita widens her eyes. Spontaneously the firearm was released until it slammed into the floor. A few steps back with a face of disbelief. Rosita felt like she was hypnotized while holding the weapon. I don't know why there was a desire to shoot him.

"Whatwas? Why am I ...." Rosita looked at the mirror as several armed men stood behind her. With a swift turn of the woman.

There stood several guards complete with their weapons which were now pointed at Rosita. They begin to be alert and panic when they hear gunshots in Walter's room.

"What's going on? Why so many people? Are they mad because I've been wearing that gun?" muttered Rosita who was only brave in the heart.

"Just leave him. Leave us both!"

Walter's screams from the bed made the guards lower their weapons. All leave immediately because they don't want to until Walter's emotions. Rosita can now breathe a sigh of relief. However, he himself is confused as to how to account for his actions in front of Walter.

"PIG!" shouting Walter.

Rosita set her breath again before stepping. He had trouble getting his feet out of the room. His heart was not ready to look directly at Walter's face.

Walter was already sitting on the bed leaning against a pillow. The man looked at Rosita for a few seconds before snorting in annoyance.

"Who let you into that room?"

"I think it's a toilet. I'm sorry, sir." Rosita's still down.

"Close again and sit down. There are a few things I want to say." Hearing from Walter's tone, it seemed that the man did not mind the mistake that Rosita had just made. Rosita quickly closed the door and ran to the sofa beside the bed.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"Get me a drink!" walter's orders. Though clearly the drinking water was on the nightstand which was only half a meter from the position Walter was sitting. Not looking for a storm, Rosita just according. He took the water and gave it to Walter.

Walter gave Rosita the empty glass. He stared intently at Rosita's face that seemed still not calm. "What are you thinking?"

"Sir, what exactly are you?" I don't know why Rosita would want to ask such a silly question. What if he knew how scary Walter was he would profit? Even Rosita herself seems not ready to listen to Walter's answer. He himself did not know, whether he would still dare to approach Walter the next day in case the man's answer was terrible.

"Switch what?" Walter raised his eyebrows. He looked very relaxed to answer Rosita's question. "I'm a man who was never raised by a mother!"

Rosita still doesn't understand. "I also. But I'm not creepy. I'm not as brutal as you."

"A man who has never been touched and embraced by his mother, will be brutal for never knowing affection. His heart has been in shape for hard since childhood. He was forced to stand up and solve his own problems without being told what the solution was. A man who was never advised by a mother, he would grow up to be a strong man without feeling!"

Walter seemed to mean it with his words. He stared at Rosita without blinking. His jaw was hardened and both his eyes were puddles of clear liquid. He was holding back his tears.

"When the heart is repeatedly pierced by thorns, is there still pain when someone stabs it back? When it has repeatedly crashed, is there still a sense of shock when someone is pushing? When it has been destroyed too often, then the next destruction is just a child's game that is not at risk. My heart is not formed. The pity is even gone. To me, the world is cruel. Don't know what's wrong and right!"

Rosita this time was stunned to hear Java Walter. From the man's answer, he knew Walter wasn't actually a happy man. That tough guy turned out to be a sad boy.

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Walter

Rosita