MY SUNFLOWER

Guests Not Invited

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"Who's coming, brother?" Stela came out of the kitchen when she heard the bell ringing, she did not know if Tristan was awake and was standing at the door.

Tristan turned his head, looking at Stela with a puzzled frown. Seeing Tristan's reaction, Stela approached him.

"Why? Who's the dat-"

Stela's words stopped when she arrived next to her lover, now she was facing a guest who was still standing outside the door.

"Cio?" sapa Stela doesn't believe it. His older brother was already standing right in front of him.

"Sunny!" The man named Abercio stepped in and immediately grabbed Stela tightly. "I miss you Sunny. Really miss you. Why don't you come back home, don't you miss me?" Sunny was the call that Stela's eldest sister had given her. He said, Stela is like the sun that always warms and makes her family happy.

"I'm so Sorry Cio and I miss you too". Stela hugged the man no less tightly, shed all her longing for a brother who had not met this month.

"Oh Sunny." Abercio took off his embrace, summed up the youngest brother's face and showered him with many kisses. From the forehead, both cheeks, nose and even chin-pun not spared from the red lips of the Caucasian man.

Tristan glared at the sight, her girl was kissed right in front of her eyes and she just kept quiet.

"Gela!" Tristan immediately pulled Stela's body and hid the girl behind her strapping body.

Abercio was speechless, thinking how presumptuous the black-cloaked man was to separate the meeting of brothers who had not seen each other for a long time. However, one thought flashed through his mind. He smirked a little, surely the man did not know who he was.

"Tristan Gautama?" ask Abercio then. She has heard all the stories, Stela lives with a man and his nephew in Indonesia.

Tristan looked at the man sharply, still not liking the man's treatment of his lover.

The man smiled and extended a hand. "Meet me, Abercio Peter Knight, Stela's oldest brother."

Deg

"Sister?" ask Tristan to make sure.

"Yes, Ka-sister. Who do you think I am?" Abercio grinned. Mocking Tristan who seems to have misinterpreted the meaning of his closeness with Stela. "Hm..is she jealous?" inner Abercio was suspicious.

Tristan misbehaved, he did not expect if the Caucasian man was the brother of the lover. "Ah no. Sorry for my disrespectful attitude earlier. My name is Tristan." He warmly welcomed Abercio's hand.

"My parents told me a lot about you." The man shook Tristan's hand tightly.

"Yes." Yeah."

After removing his hand from Tristan, Abercio turned to look at his beautiful sister. "Today I came here, but it looks like you guys aren't there" he said.

"Then we went on vacation." Tristan answered.

"entertained? Both?" ask Tristan to investigate.

"Bertiga, Trisan's nephew is also coming" Stela said quickly. He didn't want his brother to misunderstand.

"Oh." Abercio. "I came with someone again, but why did she go to the toilet so long?" He exited the door and turned his head looking for the whereabouts of the person in question along the corridor.

"Ann's coming too?" Stela did the same as Abercio did. He missed his sister too.

"Yes" nodded Abercio. "But what I'm waiting for this time is not him but..ah it's him!" The man pointed at the direction where another tall, well-built bule man came from like an international model.

"Frere," murmured Stela in disbelief. (Sister).

The handsome silver-haired bule man called Frere by Stela walked over towards them.

"Ma Cherie..." At the door, the man hugged Stela. The girl being hugged could only peck on the spot, there was absolutely no intention to return the hug. (My dear).

"Tu me manques tellement, Cherie," shrieked the man as he peeked at Stela's head repeatedly. (I miss you so much, baby).

Tristan was furious to see her girl being hugged by another man again, Her hand was even clenched firmly beside the body holding back the jealous flames, but this time she did not want to be rash like that. Mana knows the man is also Stela's brother who came from London. So he let it go.

Stela took off the man's embrace from her body. He inched back and turned to Tristan who was also looking at him. I don't know what they were talking about through the eyes, which was clear after that the owner of the apartment invited the two Caucasian men to enter.

.......

The four humans sat face to face in the living room. Tristan and Stela sat side by side while the two uninvited guests sat before them. In the middle there is a restrictive table, on the table there are already four cups of tea and also some snacks.

"Please drink." Tristan as the host invites his guests to enjoy the dishes that have been served Stela.

Tristan looked at the foreign man sitting right in front of her. As he remembered the silver-haired man had yet to introduce himself. Stela who realized that just opened her voice.

"Frere." The silver man looked at Stela as he called out. "Introduce this Tristan," he said as his hand turned to the man next to him.

"Bonsoir-n. Mon name est Sebastian Lefebvre." The man introduced himself without a handshake or a friendly smile. His face was flat and cold, seeing that Tristan was grimacing. It turns out that it is uncomfortable to deal with people who have exactly the same nature as him. (Good night. My name is Sebastian Lefebvre).

"Come on Buddy, don't be so stiff!" Abercio grabbed Sebastian's shoulder, trying to melt the slightly tense atmosphere. "I'd like to introduce you, his name is Sebastian."

Tristan nodded in understanding, thank goodness Abercio was kind enough to explain.

"Do you still have family relations?" ask Tristan curiously. He looked at the three people in turn. Stela was just about to answer, but the handsome Frenchman preceded her.

Sebastian stared at Tristan flat. "Yes." Yeah." The man nodded once. "We will soon be a big family if Stela agrees to this matchmaking" he continued.

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Stela flinched, she did not expect Sebastian to say such a thing. He glanced at the reaction of Tristan sitting beside him. The man looked calm.

"Stupid?" repeated Tristan. "Who will be betrothed?" he continued to ask.

"Of course me and Stela," Sebastian replied casually.

Deg

Tristan was really surprised to hear that, so this is the man that Stela will be betrothed to. Damnit damnit! Judging from everywhere, the French man won more than himself. Not only was the physique above his average good looks, the man seemed to also come from a family that was not haphazard-French? For the first time Tristan can feel what is called inferiority.

"Oh so." But don't think he'll give up. Although the man named Sebastian has everything, he does not have anything crucial in a relationship - love, or Amour in French. Don't forget that Stela's love is only for Tristan.

One slanted smile appeared on the handsome face of the famous Indonesian model. "I know the reason Stela ran away to Indonesia was because she refused an arranged marriage, whether it didn't answer your question that still questions her agreement, Mr. Sebastian?"

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"Kak Tristan!" stela felt bad.

Sebastian still maintained his calm attitude, although inwardly felt a little anxious because what Tristan was talking about was right. Stela ran away because she didn't want to be betrothed, but the girl still didn't know who she was being betrothed to, right? Mana knows that after the girl finds out, she will back to agree to the match, Sebastian thought. Why is he so sure? Because he and Stela were close from childhood. So it is likely that the girl will accept it.

"Cherie!" call Sebastian. He looked at Stela seriously. "Cherie.. vous acceptez ce mariage, nest-ce fitting? Et ensuite entre ma femme?" tanyanya expectantly. (Darling, you accepted this match, right? You want to be my wife?).

Stela and Abercio were wide open to Sebastian's question, they could speak French so they understood what the man was saying, while Tristan who did not understand the man's words at all could only remain silent with a frown. It felt really annoying, because it seemed like the man named bule was deliberately using his language so that Tristan did not understand.

Sebastian noticed Tristan's annoyed reaction, inwardly he laughed mockingly. Don't think he didn't know that the Indonesian guy liked Stela. "Ck.. don't expect to win from me," she said.

"Sister?" call Stela lirih.

Suddenly Tristan stood up. "It seems I don't need to interfere in your affairs. Then excuse me." after saying that, Tristan passed away. Stela looked at the back of her lover who was slowly moving away with a sad face.

"Now there's nothing more to bother," sighed Sebastian's relief.

"Fre!" snapped Stela. He does not accept when Sebastian says implicitly that Tristan is a bully.

Abercio looked at the expression of the brother who looked angry, he became suspicious if the two people really had a special relationship.

Sebastian is weak. "He's an outsider, Cherie, it doesn't feel right to listen to our conversation" he said in self-defense.

Stela looked at the man sharply. "Don't forget that we're currently in that 'outsider' house!" press it.

Sebastian pulled his hair back, he relented. Not wanting to prolong the debate that would end up making Stela even more angry at him. "Then come with us now!" her door.

"What's? Where to?" stela asked, fearing that she would be forced to return to London.

"We're going to Wijaya's residence!" break up Abercio who finally made a sound.

"Sister.I can't leave this place. Ara needs me," Stela refused.

"At least as long as we're here you should stay with us at the Wijaya residence!" abercio's breakup is not at all to be denied. His sister had to obey.

"All right. I'll get my stuff first," she said.

.......

"Kak Tristan!" After tidying up the item she was about to carry, Stela knocked on her lover's room door to say goodbye to the man. A few moments later the door opened and Tristan was standing behind it.

"Gela!" Tristan immediately pulled Stela's hand into her room, the door she closed and the key.

"Sister!" stela screams as Tristan suddenly hugs her tightly.

"Don't leave me!" the man was full of requests. "Don't leave me for that guy!" her door. Honestly, this once Tristan really felt inferior. He was worried that the Stela family would again urge the girl to accept an arranged marriage at the risk of her being abandoned.

Stela rubbed Tristan's back soothingly. After quite a while, the girl took off her embrace. He looked up at the handsome face of the man he loved so much.

"Look!" Stela cupped Tristan's face with both palms. His sapphire looked in Tristan's dark bead.

"I love you. I won't accept that match whatever the reason. And one more thing, I'm not leaving you and Ara either" Stela explained.

"really?" tristan asked with the exact face of the spoiled boy who was given the promise.

Stela nodded steadily and then slightly tiptoed to briefly kiss her lover's lips.

Cup

"I love you too." Tristan pushed Stela's body up to the wall and immediately grabbed the sweet lips with a dusty feeling.

Both of them gasped after removing the pagutan that lasted quite a long time.

"Sister.." call Stela. His breathing was still stifling due to lack of oxygen.

"Hm?" Not much different from the condition of Stela, Tristan is also still busy breathing. Their clinging forehead makes the warm breath hit the skin of each other's faces.

"As long as my brother was in Indonesia, he asked me to stay at Wijaya's residence."

Tristan put some distance on their faces and looked at Stela with slowly dimming eyes. "That means you'll leave me," she said disappointedly.

Stela approached and shook her head. He looked into those dark eyes full of love. "It's only temporary, only as long as my brothers are here" he assures.

"You too will stay with that man, what if he continues to persuade you to accept an arranged marriage?" Tristan still does not want to let go of Stela, he is afraid that if the man succeeds in persuading the lover to leave her.

Stela smiled amusedly, funny to see Tristan's sulking behavior like a jealous teenage boy. "Until any time I will never be able to accept the man as my side," he said steadily.

"Why? Why can't it? He is handsome and looks rich too. What makes you unable to accept such a perfect man?" ask Tristan not to believe it.

"Huh?" Stela gaping to hear Tristan's question. "So you really want me to take it or not, hm?"

"Yes no," he said quickly.

"Well, you have to trust me."

"But give me one reason first that makes me sure that you won't be eaten by the man's seduction?" pinta Tristan's.

The girl sighed lazily, it was hard to talk to this sometimes unstable Tristan. I don't know who's more mature among them.

"There are two reasons I can't take it." Stela stared intently at her male legume bead. "One, because I love you and second because that man is the man my brother loves."

Tristan momentarily digested Stela's words and then she nodded, understanding.

"All right, you can go."

"Thank you dear." The stela rushed straight into Tristan's arms. "If Ara asks where I'm going, just tell her I have a little business. If he misses me you can call me or come straight to the Wijaya residence. I'll send you the address later" Stela said. He seemed to know if that was what Tristan was worried about .

Before exiting Stela turned her head and faced Tristan. "I'm leaving, huh?" pampered.

"Hm." The man nodded.

After Stela left, Tristan immediately threw her body on the bed and began to close her eyes. He forgot that there was an appointment tonight with Vania.

.......

Vania awoke from her sleep, her head feeling dizzy as she tried to open her eyes.

After his eyes opened, he looked around the place where he was at the moment. Outlandish. Then a flash of memory jolted him awake.

"Where am I?" his screeches.

"You awake?" ask someone who just came out of the bathroom.

Vania turned her head quickly and her eyes fumbled instantaneously when she saw who was standing there.

"YOU!"

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