MY SUNFLOWER

Cunning Woman

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At the moment Tristan and Vania are inside the makeup room that models used to prepare for before the photo shoot, they are just the two of them.

"Why do we both have to meet in a place like this, Tan?" Can't we just sit and talk at the cafe?" asked Vania with her voice that was pleasing. The woman sat right in front of Tristan without any restrictions, just two meters between the seats Tristan occupied and her. The white legs were deliberately exposed in front of the man, the mini dress that Vania used after the shoot was very sexy. The woman was indeed intending to tease Tristan with the beauty of her body. He will act a little aggressively this time so that the man can be re-enclosed.

Tristan smiled slantedly at the behavior of Vania who seemed cheap in her eyes, a little sorry because she had guessed that this woman was different, classy and graceful, a little, it turned out to be the same with all the female models she knew.

"Meeting at the cafe and being hunted by gossip-hungry paparazzi, that's what you mean?" ask Tristan sarcas.

"Tristan... What's the trouble, anyway? We just need to answer their questions and yes, they will stop by themselves" she said quickly, as she had thought about it before.

Tristan looked away when Vania's body was deliberately leaned towards him until the woman's cleavage was clearly visible. The man sighed softly trying to survive in a place that he thought was no longer conducive to the atmosphere. "I'm sorry, I don't want my personal affairs to be public consumption at all" Tristan said.

"Oh yeah, Tan... Should we just run Fara's plan at that time?" Instead of stopping, the woman asked even stranger things.

Tristan turned his head quickly, he knew very well what plan Vania meant. "You know exactly what my answer to that one is" she said coldly.

"Yes..." Vania nodded. "You didn't want to do it because you wanted to take care of someone's heart, did you? Hm... who? Your lover?"

"It's not your business" Tristan said with a sharp look. "I just want your cooperation at the press conference. That's all," he continued. He wanted to get up, but Vania's next speech stopped him.

"It should be that as a lover, she can support you to become more famous. He must also be willing if his lover is involved in love under the guise of business with his fellow colleagues. Our popularity will definitely increase greatly if we both become lovers. Don't you think it's profitable, Tristan Gautama?" Persuade Vania to make Tristan want to obey her will. He hoped that this man would return to his grasp.

Tristan smiled and nodded. "Do it!"

Vania smiles triumphantly, not in vain she persuades Tristan with a hint of seduction and the appearance of her synthetic body.

Tristan stood up and walked a step closer to Vania's seat. The man lowered his head right next to Vania's face. "Do what you want, but don't involve me in your plans because I'm not interested in such cheap ways at all."

Sickened... Tristan was already completely fed up of being in the same room with the ambitious woman.

Deg

Vania turned her head as Tristan had already left the room. "Damn it!" The woman threw the comb that was on the dresser into the large mirror before her. "Because of that damned girl, Tristan has dared to insult me. You've been looking for the wrong opponent, Stela. Look what I can do to you." With a hunting breath Vania stared at her reflection in the slightly cracked mirror. He smiled in horror, like a demon ready for battle.

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Tristan arrives at the apartment as night approaches, his face implying a real tiredness.

"I'm home..." His voice sounded lethargic as he said his greetings.

"Welcome home." Stela who heard Tristan's voice ran straight from the kitchen. He was still wearing his cooking apron.

Seeing the appearance of the lover, the spirit of Tristan who was at the lowest point recovered quickly. He immediately ran towards Stela and dragged the girl into her room.

As the door closed, Tristan immediately grabbed the slender body into his arms. Stela returned Tristan's embrace while gently stroking the man's back who looked very tired.

A few minutes later, the man took off his arms. He tightly summarized Stela's face with both hands until the girl's cheeks and mouth were a little comically conical. One kiss was given to the lips of the candlestick.

"Still angry?" tristan asked still with a hand that encapsulated Stela's face, strangely the girl did not refuse to be treated like that at all.

Stela shook her head in response to Tristan's question, eager to answer, but her mouth could not be moved.

Tristan chuckled at Stela's reaction, and she took off her hand.

"Evening is ready. Brother Tristan take a shower first, Ara and I are waiting in the dining room" Stela said.

Tristan. "Tristan baby, try again!" her door.

"Don't start, deh!" stela protests caught.

"I'm not going to shower or eat." Again the man sulked like a child. His body he threw on the bed violently.

Stela cursed in her heart, she is young why even Tristan who likes to spoil her. Inverted.

"Hurry to take a shower, I'm waiting for you in the dining room, dear Tristan."

After saying that Stela immediately disappeared behind the door of her lover's room.

The man smiled with satisfaction and immediately got up. Walk to the bathroom to clean up quickly because you can't wait to enjoy a dinner made by Stela.

.......

Tristan ate his food voraciously, but Stela saw the man silent for quite a while.

"Darling, let's eat, don't look at the food!" stela said to Ara. The little girl had started to learn to eat by herself and she was busy instead of finishing her meal.

Ara who was called dear by Stela was precisely Tristan who turned his head. His hearing was very sensitive when he heard the word, especially if it came out of Stela's mouth, felt the call to himself.

Stela looked at Tristan who was looking at her. "What?" ask the girl.

"Hm?" Tristan became dazed because his focus had been distracted.

Stela smiled. He knew that Tristan felt he was being called by calling unfortunately. He really intends to do it. "That goes for you too, baby."

Deg

"What are you two doing?" tanya Stela looked at Tristan and Ara alternately. "Mommy see you daydreaming, to the point that the food you're making is simply ignored." Stela puffed her cheeks—pout.

"I'm okay, baby, just yeah, a little tired" Tristan replied.

"If it's Ara, why baby? Mommy see you don't have a taste for food?" Now Stela and Tristan turned to look at the sweet boy.

"Ala wants to be like the one in Mom's book... Dad," said he.

"As in the book?" Tristan looked at Stela asking for an explanation. The girl shrugged her shoulders, not knowing what Ara meant.

"What's in the book, baby?" ask Stela softly.

Ara got down from the chair in Stela's aid, the boy ran to the room to pick up the book in question. Moments later she returned with a pink book with a picture of Barbie as the cover.

"It's Mommy..." Ara stretched out her hand asking to be raised onto the chair again. When he sat down, he put his book on the table. The book was a gift from Jovanka when the woman visited this afternoon.

Tristan and Stela still did not understand what their little girl meant. But a thought flashed through Stela's mind.

"Want mommy to read the story?" ask Stela.

The toddler shook his head, "She wants to be this Mommy," he whined while his index finger was on top of the barbie's picture.

"Ara want barbie? Tomorrow daddy buys it," this time Sasuke's the voice.

Ara shook her head with a sullen face. "It's Daddy... Ala wanted to be like her belly, not want the belbanya," obviously the girl was upset because her parents did not understand her meaning at all.

Stela picked up Ara's book and watched her. My Adventure with Ballerina Barbie. Ara doesn't want to be in the noodles and then what? Stela opened the book and looked at the contents.

Ara approached towards Stela. "So she wants to call this mommy. Ala also wants a dress like this, "pointing Ara at the picture of barbie dancing ballet.

Stela's mouth immediately formed the letter O, now she understood what the little daughter of the late Typhoon wanted. "Ara wants to dance ballet?" ask Stela. Enthusiastically the boy nodded. "Ara wants a ballet like this?" ask again. Ara nodded her head back with vigor.

Thanks to Stela, Tristan came to understand what her nephew wanted. "Tomorrow I'm free, we can go buy a ballet for Ara" Tristan said.

Ara who heard it immediately smiled cheerfully. "Snake, Daddy."

"Anything for you baby."

Ara was so touched to see Stela who loved her nephew so much.

"Do we also have to find a ballet course for Ara?" tristan asked Stela.

Tristan's lover shook his head. "No need, Brother."

"Why?" Tristan looked at him in wonder.

"Why can't Ala come in, Mommy?" Ara's face looked sad.

Ara's eyes sparkled. "Mommy can dig a belbi kayak too?"

"Can dong."

"Can you dance ballet?" ask Tristan.

Stela nodded. "could. From my childhood, my brother and I have attended ballet dancing lessons. Mommy accidentally brings her coach twice a week to the house."

What can't you Stela?

Tristan was once again so amazed at the ability of her lover. He became curious, actually who Stela and her family were. It seems they are not from the ordinary. Should he ask further or instead look for his own year?

"Now we continue to eat, huh?" take Stela and be taken by the two people who were there.

"Mommy, Ala wants to feed her," the boy asked with cute blinking eyes.

"Of course princess."

Seeing Stela so indulging her nephew made a sense of haru and happiness in Tristan's heart. He was lucky to have a lover like Stela who cared not only for him but also for his nephew.

"Sister, finish your meal!" Stela looked at Tristan sharply.

"Yes baby," his nod who immediately got a fierce shot from Stela.

Tristan bribed his food back, but his mind retreated to what happened a few hours ago.

.......

Tristan hurried to the basement of the agency building where he parked his car. I can't wait to get home soon, missing two of his beloved women.

Arriving at the area where he used to park the car, his eyes found a woman sitting pretty on the hood of his car.

"You made me wait a long time, Tristan." The woman got off the hood of the car and walked over to Tristan who was silent.

Her eyes squinted at the unexpected presence of the woman who was a problem in her life now. "Do you want what?" tristan asked who could not hide the annoyed tone in his voice at all.

"I just want to discuss the issue of the press conference in three days" he replied, now standing a step ahead of Tristan.

"We've discussed this before."

"Yes. and you think I'd just follow your orders. Ck.. Don't be so confident." Vania looked down at Tristan who was currently displaying her flat face.

"Then?" Not at all intimidated by the words of Vania, Tristan even back defiantly.

"I could have said that we both had a relationship, even with a little spice that would make it a delicious dish for news-hungry reporters." The woman held her hands on her chest, acting pretentious in power. Act as if he is the boss and his opponent is just a subordinate who will surely bow to his orders.

"You think they'll believe it? It's not that easy if the story is only coming out of one party. Of course I'm gonna defy every lie that comes out of your mouth." Don't think Tristan can be threatened in this cheap way.

Vania laughed off hearing Tristan's confidence. "I'll make sure you obey all my will." Vania approached, slightly on her tiptoes and then whispered right in Tristan's ear.

"Shit's." Tristan pushes Vania's body as she feels that she intends to kiss him. He won't let it this time.

"What do you really want, Vania Hermawan?" tristan's screams are stuck. His breathing began to hunt but he was still trying to suppress his sense of regret facing the woman.

"Hahaahahaha." The woman laughed, bursting out exactly at the devil who had managed to trap man to sin.

"Your reaction was adorable, Tristan" Vania moved closer, her hand wanting to touch Tristan's face but was immediately pushed over violently by the man. 

"Crazy!" Tristan swore and stepped quickly towards his car. He no longer cared what the woman would say. She's fed up.

"Look at this before you go!"

Inevitably, because of his curiosity, Tristab who just wanted to open the car door chose to turn around.

Deg

His eyes widened, highlighting sharply on the flaming screen that was in Vania's hand.

"What the f*ck are you doing?" maki Tristan quickly grabbed Vania's phone. He sees some photos of himself and Vania that look like hugging and kissing.

Tristan spread his gaze throughout the deserted basement. "You set me up?" the hardic. He threw Vania's phone on the floor.

The woman shrugged her shoulders unconcernedly, yet that sly smile adorned her face. Now Tristan understands what kind of woman Vania is.

He tried to neutralize his breathing that had stirred. He had to rack his brain to face the cunning woman in front of him, so he had to calm down.

"Say what you want?" challenge Tristan.

"I'm sorry if you're dating me!"

"No way!"

"I'm going to send this photo to a news hunter and confess that we've been in a relationship for a long time" he explained. "Or did I just tell them we're getting engaged soon, hm?"

"Damn it, are you crazy?"

"Yes. Crazy because of you."

"Do as you please. I don't care." Tristan will open the car door when Vania makes a sound.

"Alright, I won't do both but on one condition" he said

"Is he playing me?" thought Tristan.

"Alright, say!" Tristan did not want to waste any longer.

"I'll say honesty at the conference, the photos will not be shared. But.-" Vania deliberately hung up her sentence, making her interlocutor a little emotional.

"You have to obey one of my requests" he continued.

"Don't beat around the bush, what do you want?"

"Give me one night" he continued.

Tristan fell silent, his brain digesting Vania's request earlier. One night? Maddened. Whatdoes thatmean?

Seeing Tristan's reddened look holding back angrily, Vania again opened her voice.

"Don't think bad first, I mean one night it was I wanted to have dinner together with you" explained Vania.

Tristan sighs in relief. "Eat dinner?" tanyanya.

"Yes. Dinner." press it. "Dining is romantic and continues into a night full of erotic sighs" she continued inwardly.

"When?"

"The night before the press conference."

"All right."

Tristan gets into his car, he doesn't know if Vania is smiling slantingly at his passing.

"It's easy to set you up, Tristan."

In the car, the man hit his steering wheel many times. "I’m gonna be in a deep shit."

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