MY LOVE IS JUST AN EX

BAD MEMORIES

During a dozen hours on the plane, Kayla finally reached the Paris airport. He came down with his suitcase, already in the morning local time in Paris.

Suddenly his shoulder was patted by someone, his head turned to look back.

"Surprises... " Tristan smiled sweetly, with sunglasses perched on her nose and a suitcase in her hand.

"Tris?" Kayla gawks in disbelief.

"Yeah.I have a job at a branch company. So, here I am now," Tristan grinnedly stretched out his two hands.

"Why didn't you say last night?"

"Surprise Kay, where are you going now?"

Kayla shrugged her shoulders, "Some, maybe find a hotel first. Find an apartment must be careful too, can not origin rent it."

"Then come on, I'll drive you to the hotel" Tristan took with him, taking the suitcase out of Kayla's hand.

"Hey, I don't want to trouble you Tris," Kayla chased after Tristan who was already walking in front of her.

"I don't feel bothered, anyways I want to go to the Apartment. You know, when work can be a means of the Company. We can take a taxi together, you can save money," Tristan's hand waved calling for a Taxi.

Kayla sighed, giving up.

Taxis glided down the empty street, Tristan glanced sideways at Kayla who was looking out the window.

Kayla dissolves into her bad memories, it is in this town that she is exiled by her family and also where she lost her child. Her tears could not be shed without her stopping.

Tristan took a handkerchief from his pocket, gave it to Kayla without speaking.

Kayla took it, "Thank you."

The taxi they were riding finally arrived at a hotel. Tristan insists on driving Kayla inside but is rejected by her.

"Well, if there's any phone call me," Tristan said as Kayla got out of the taxi with her suitcase.

"Ok, thanks again."

A taxi passed from the front of the hotel, and Kayla returned to the hotel.

Kayla walks past the lobby of the hotel, but in front of the receptionist she panics because her wallet is missing.

"Geez, where did I drop my wallet?"

Kayla looked for her wallet all the way in the lobby but she couldn't find it.

"What's in the cab? But I forgot to keep Tristan's number on my new phone. How'this?"

"Ah, I'll call Thania."

As the call connected, Thania's cheerful voice sounded. "Kay? Have you arrived?"

"Yes, just got to the hotel. That's Than. My wallet seemed to be missing while in the cab. I'd like to ask you a favor."

"My help, how can Kay. I'm in Indonesia, you're far away, haha. Canda, how do you help?"

"Look, I was actually also surprised, when getting off the plane Tristan turned out to come also to Paris he said there was work here. You know he came here?"

There was no response from his friend for a long time.

"Tau, Tristan submitted the proposal five days ago and in Acc by our superiors. Sorry. Don't you feel good that Tristan is also coming there?"

"In the meantime, I'll give you the address of the apartment. So if he doesn't pick up the phone from you, you can get to his place."

"Ok Thania, I'll wait."

Before long Thania sent Kayla mobile number and address of Tristan Apartment.

Kayla tried to call Tristan's number but tried several unappointed times. Finally he decided to take a taxi to the address given Thania and will pay the taxi fare there.

Twenty minutes after Kayla arrived, she asked the taxi driver to wait.

Kayla scowls the doorbell, waiting.

Before long, Tristan opened the door. As soon as the door opened Kayla immediately raised her hand to close her eyes, Tristan only wore a towel on the bottom of her body without wearing a thread on her upper body.

"Sorry, I accidentally saw you" Kayla said.

Tristan's face flushed in embarrassment, "K-kay, for a moment. Wait a minute, I just finished taking a shower, "Tristan didn't close the door, he went into the room and put on a white T-shirt with short sleeves and trousers.

Tristan went back to Kayla who was still at the door, "You lost your wallet, didn't you? It's your wallet."

"Thank you Tris" Kayla took it.

"Go in, rest. You've been tired for hours on the plane. Now go back and forth to the hotel, come in first."

Kayla bit her lips, indeed she felt exhausted, "Well, for a moment I have to pay for the taxi below first, my suitcase is also in the taxi."

Tristan pulled Kayla's arm, "Come in, I'll go down."

Tristan took Kayla in and told her to sit down. He went into his room and took his wallet and went downstairs.

Tristan returns with Kayla's suitcase in her hand.

"I make tea first, or do you want coffee? Wait, are there any supplies here, right?" Tristan while walking into the storage room.

Tristan opened the upper closet door and opened another closet door, apparently the closet was empty. He opened a cold cupboard and there was only a bottle of mineral water.

"I'm sorry, you know I just arrived too. So, there's just this drink. It seems like the branch company employee who kept it for me when he knew I would stay here."

Kayla smiled and took the bottle open the bottle cap and drank it. "That's enough, thank you."

Tristan was a little nervous because she did not expect to be alone with Kayla in the Apartment.

"Kay, to save your money. What if you stay with me here? Wait, don't get me wrong" Tristan hurriedly said when he saw Kayla open her mouth, definitely wanting to refuse.

"I'm not gonna fuck around, Kay, and there's two rooms here anyway. You don't know until when you're gonna find your son, you can save money."

Kayla played her hand, on one side Tristan said right because she also had no work left. But he also knows Tristan's love for him, he just doesn't want to give too much hope.

Tristan sees Kayla's confusion, "I wouldn't expect anything from you Kay, I do like you but if you don't want me to get close and just want to keep making friends I won't cross that line."

Kayla was worried but eventually nodded, "Alright, I live here. But, I don't want to give you any hope Tris."

Tristan smiled, with Kayla accepting her invitation to stay together had actually given her hope.

"Of course, well your room is on the left. Rest."

Kayla once again thanked him, walking into the designated room.