MY SUNFLOWER

Made up

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Tristan closes the door of his apartment unit after driving Jovanka out, until inside he breaks out with Stela who seems to be coming from the kitchen.

"El/Sister!"

Simultaneously they called out the names of the people in front of each one.

"What's up, El?" ask Tristan first.

The girl asked was silent, her head lowered and her fingers were clinging to each other restlessly in front of the body—looked nervous.

"Sister" Stela's great-grandson was very slow. His unanimous determination to apologize also expressed his feelings had been lost somewhere, changing into a tremendous shame.

Tristan walked over and stopped right in front of Stela, just a step away. Boldly the man grabbed the two slightly sweaty hands of Stela into his big hands.

Stela's heart felt like it was about to break, facing the man alone had made her nervous half to death especially now that the physical touch that Tristan had done to her increasingly made her body hot cold.

"You okay?" Anxious Tristan looked at the silent Stela, raising the girl's chin with one hand.

Stela stiffened, inevitably her eyes had to look at her with dark eyes in front of her.

"Why?" Tristan's gentle questioning makes Stela even more foggy. Moreover, the sharp gaze that was usually the mainstay of the man now turned shady and full of love.

The girl was hypnotized and replied. "I'm sorry..." Those two words came out of her tiny lips.

Tristan smiled faintly, his hand that was on Stela's chin rising up touching the side of the girl's blushing cheek. "Why apologize? You don't have anything wrong with me." Again Tristan answered in a soft voice, accompanied by a swipe of his big palm on Stela's cheek.

The stela biting his lower lip held a foreign taste that spread all over his body, but it did not last long as the man's finger took it off just like that.

"Don't be bitten, it'll bleed."

Tristan noticed Stela's reddened face, the tiny lips felt very soft to the touch by her finger. What if his lips were there? Instantly the desire to kiss the twin blades appeared, even though he had felt it but he wanted to repeat it again. This time he wanted to try to enjoy it, not like it used to be because of an accident.

Stela's gaze was fixed on Tristan's shady eyes, slowly the face approached, the dark eyes dimmed and splashed. The Stela reflex does the same, its blue ocean sinks leaving a curved line decorated with long, pliable feathers.

The top of the nose pointed the two clashed, had not had time for the two lips to meet, the typical cry of a small child echoed, breaking the intimacy that was happening.

"Mommy..."

The awakened stela instantly pushed Tristan's body. "Ara called." With a nervous step he departed from the front of Tristan. Just three steps away, Stela turned back towards the man. "The breakfast is ready" he said and turned back to leave Tristan who held a smile at the clumsy behavior shown by Stela.

.......

After breakfast, Tristan invites Ara to watch a cartoon broadcast on television while Stela struggles with their former meal.

Every now and then the man's eyes glanced towards the kitchen, ascertaining whether Stela was done with her work or not.

"Ara, is it okay to watch alone? Daddy wants to help mommy do the dishes" Tristan told his niece.

"Yes, Daddy." Ara who is engrossed in his cartoon series just agree with Tristan's words.

The 25-year-old stepped into the kitchen, his goal being to meet Stela and discuss their unresolved issues a while ago, regarding Stela's apology as well as her pending kiss. Ck.. still hoping for that last one.

"Kak Tristan!" Stela was aghast when suddenly the plate she had been drying was taken by force by Tristan. The man put it in the storage cabinet.

"Help you" Tristan said at the sight of the confusion on Stela's face. The man was right next to Stela at this moment.

The girl nodded and went back to wiping the dishes she had washed. After it dried, the plate was thrust at Tristan who was already looking up, waiting for him.

They do the job in silence, equally not knowing if each of them is holding a happy smile because of the closeness that occurs.

Finished cleaning cutlery, Stela washes her hands in the sink faucet. The chakras do the same thing, alternately.

"I'm going out to accompany Ara to play" Stela said. Trying to avoid a situation where there are only two of them in it.

Tristan of course did not let that happen, he blocked Stela's path.

"Our conversation just a moment ago is still not over, El." he said.

"Which talk, brother?" stela pretended to forget. To be honest he was still not ready to express his feelings for Tristan, therefore he chose to dodge for a moment to better prepare himself.

"Ti-nothing" Tristan replied as he forced his smile. Looking at Stela's reaction, he was able to deduce if the current girl didn't want to discuss the matter earlier, maybe not now. "Come out, Ara is waiting for you!" tell later.

Tristan's face revealed a clear disappointed look and Stela clearly saw it. He became unbearable but what can be done, for now he is still afraid and ashamed to do it.

Tristan turned towards the refrigerator, the man picked up a bottle of cold water inside there. This kind of atmosphere made him dehydrated instantly, let alone his love that Stela still hung, further making his body sultry.

Stela was out of the kitchen, she looked back to see what Tristan was doing. The man was seen exhaling her many times after half a bottle of cold water of medium size was used up by her, like a desperate person alone.

Stela continued walking, but something just flashed through her mind.

What if Tristan changes his mind and chooses to be with that arrogant woman?

Stela's steps stopped, of course she would not be willing if the woman managed to get Tristan. It could be that the man forgot Ara and himself just like that. "I don't want to regret it" he said.

Not so into the living room, Stela turned towards the kitchen. There Tristan stood behind him, facing the sink, not knowing what he was doing. The man's hair looked wet, it seemed like the handsome model had just washed her face.

Trying to vent, Stela stepped quickly towards that sturdy and sturdy body.

Plucci

Without excuse, she wrapped her little hand around the man's belly. "Kak Tristan," he called slowly. His face rested on his straight back.

Tristan himself stiffened as a pair of hands coiled suddenly in his stomach. Needless to say, he knew who the owner of the hand was and the soft voice.

"El?" Tristan tries to remove Stela's hand on her stomach so that she can turn to face the girl, but unfortunately Stela instead tightens her embrace.

"Let it be like this" he asked. If faced directly, it seems he is unable to.

"Hm." Tristan finally gave up. He let their position be like that while his hands cupped Stela's hands in her stomach.

"I want to admit something" said the girl behind Tristan.

"W-what?" tristan asked nervously.

"I'm sorry I didn't ignore you last night" he said.

"Oh. So this is the reason for the apology" Tristan said. "I forgive you, but why did you do it? Am I wrong?" ask the man curious. At his knowledge he did nothing wrong, especially on Stela—the girl he loved.

Tristan could feel if the head of Stela leaning on his back shook his head. "It's not your fault, but it's my own fault" I'm Stela.

"Hm?" Tristan raised one eyebrow, increasingly clueless. However, he could only wait for the continuation of Stela's sentence.

Tristan can feel Stela's heartbeat so fast because of the girl's front body attached to her back body. It also affects itself.

Tristan's crazy heart can also be felt by Stela, in addition to her face attached to the man's back, also because her hand is circular right at the bottom of Tristan's chest.

"I'm jealous" said Stela at last.

Tristan is silent, Stela is jealous? Is jealousy not a sign of love? So does that mean Stela loves him too? Feelings together? But the question that now made him very curious was, what made Stela jealous?

"When I saw you and the woman kissing, I felt jealous. I'm upset, why can you kiss in such a crowd. I don't like to see it, my heart hurts." Stela spilled out all the claustrophobic that had been lodged in her heart since last night

"That kiss again? The source of the problem is indeed," Tristan wrote in his heart. "But El, I didn't kiss her, she kissed me all of a sudden" argued Tristan who didn't want Stela to misunderstand.

"Yes, I know. I heard all your talk with Brother Jo. I'm sorry for being so wrong," she replied.

"It's okay." Tristan smile. "So can you explain to me why you're jealous to see him kiss me, hm?" tristan asked in a seductive tone.

"Eh? Th-that's..."

"That's what?" Tristan tries to take off Stela's hand on her waist and succeeds. It seemed like due to nervousness, the hug on his stomach had loosened. Now they have faced each other and the two tiny hands of Stela have sunk into Tristan's grasp.

"Hey, what is it?" Tristan smiled amusedly at the silent Stela looking down with a dead red face. The man slowly lowered his face in order to clearly see Stela's face. "Ela?"

"I'm ashamed, brother!" Spontaneous Stela hid her face in the chest of Tristan's field.

The man chuckled at the bashful reaction of Stela who was extremely adorable in his eyes. He took off his hand and hugged the girl. "El!"

"Hm?" Stela spoke with her face still faithfully embedded in her masculine-scented chest that made her feel comfortable.

Now Tristan's face turned serious. "I want to tell you one more time and this time I hope you will repay me. Don't take this as nonsense because I take it very seriously" Tristan said.

Can Tristan feel Stela's body in her arms stiffen. "I'm sorry that last night you thought your love statement was just nonsense, I'm sorry" Stela's great-grandson softly but Tristan could still hear clearly.

"If now, would you answer my statement?" The man took off Stella's embrace, he wanted to see the girl's face when he declared his love back.

Stela nodded, her eyes occasionally looking at Tristan and the rest bowed a lot.

"Look at my eyes, El!" Tristan cupped the tiny face and lifted it. Now their eyes had met and looked at each other with feeling.

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The hearts of the two were racing fast, Stela's face was getting flushed red while cold sweat began to adorn Tristan's forehead.

"I love you, Auristela."

Stela smiled with a happy heart. Then confidently he replied to Tristan.

"I love you too, Tristan."

The man's heart flowered upon hearing Stela's reply. It was from last night that messed him up, but now it's all clear. "So now we're lovers?" ask Tristan to make sure.

"Yes," replied Stela who immediately rewarded Tristan with a kiss on the forehead.

"Ah...this is a happy day in my life." Tristan carried Stela's body into his arms again.

"I'm also happy, very happy." Stela doesn't want to lose either.

This is the happiness of both of them.

Moments later, the hug came off, Tristan stared at Stela's face intensely, let alone at one point that was her ripe lips inviting her to stop by.

"Can?" his permission.

Stela who understood Tristan's intent could only nod, not hypocritical.

Stela's eyes closed, Tristan's face approaching. The tops of their noses met, but again had to be thwarted by Ara's voice calling out.

"Mommy..."

The two pairs of eyes opened, the face slowly drifting away and the sound of laughter began to sound.

"Our little princess always messed it up" Tristan said. Stela just smiled hearing that. Our daughter?

"Go! Ara's waiting for you. I also have to get ready, there's a photo shoot this afternoon" Tristan continued.

Stela nodded, before leaving she dyed Tristan's cheek lightning and then ran away.

Tristan touched her cheek with a charming smile that rose on her handsome face. "I'll reply" he said before leaving the kitchen for the room.

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Tristan entered the lobby of his agency office. He went straight to Jovanka's room. There he meets a woman who has created problems for him, who else if not Vania.

"Tristan, I'm sorry. I don't know if the problem will develop into this." With a bowed face, Vania apologized.

"If you want to do something, think about it first." It was Jovanka's voice that was holding back her frustration.

"What if we just take advantage of this problem?" fara's Plan.

"What do you mean?" Jovanka, Tristan and Vania stared at Fara.

"We just need to justify the issue, I mean Tristan and Vania confessed if you guys were dating. There must be a lot of media that will cover, so the popularity of both can increase drastically because of this news," explained Fara.

Jovanka gawked, thinking his fellow manager was so devious, full of deceit and at all he did not like the way he worked. Of course he would reject it firmly.

"I agree with you." Jovanka has not yet had a chance to make her voice, Vania first commented. A meaningful smile rose on her beautiful face full of polish. Ck. of course he agreed because it was what he wanted to be the lover of Tristan.

Gara's lover glared at the words agreed from Vania's mouth. "It is fitting that they work together. Equally crafty as it turns out," her inner.

Tristan looked closely at Vania. Is it true this woman who had attracted him first. She thought Vania was different from her fellow models, but it turned out to be the same. In his mind there was only popularity and fame. Grateful now Tristan already has someone right to accompany him, so no. he will definitely be stuck in a business-label relationship with Vania.

Tristan got up from his seat and stared alternately at the three people who were inside.

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"I'm sorry, I didn't approve of this plan because I have a heart to guard."

After saying that, Tristan immediately left the room.

"What's Stela?" inner Jovanka.

"Damn it!" Vania hissing.

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