MY SUNFLOWER

Showtime

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The expected day arrived. Stela and Tristan stood backstage, they were ready with the clothes worn. Soon the show will begin and it makes Tristan's girlfriend nervous for half a life. This is the first time for him and the fear of making a mistake haunts him.

"Everything's gonna be Ok. Just relax!" The loyal Tristan beside Stela continued to chant a spell that could make the girl calm down instantly.

"Please pray that I can" he asked.

"Always." Tristan clasped Stela's hand, bracing.

"Another ten minutes of the show will begin, have you prepared?" Anne came with William.

"Hm..." Tristan nodded steadily.

Anne, who still saw anxiety on her sister's face, could only encourage her by giving a few words of comfort. "Don't be nervous. On stage, let's just say that all the spectators there are trees" he said.

William laughed at Anne's senseless speech, and he chimed in. "Yes. A tree that has eyes, mouth and ears" he added.

PLAQUES

With cruelty, Anne hit William's arm hard, making the man grimace.

"Not helping, you're making her nervous" she protested.

"Sorry."

"A.. I'm going to the toilet for a second" Stela said.

"I'll be with you, all tidying up your clothes."

Tingallah Tristan and William. Stevany's fiancee tidied up her design clothes that Tristan was wearing because it was a little tangled.

"Good luck, Dude."

"Hm."

.......

Fashion week is officially open. After a few words of welcome from various parties, now is the time for designers to show their spectacular designs that will be exhibited by famous models of the country.

The music starts playing, the models one by one come out of their hiding. Today's show will be held in three sessions, the first is a men's clothing design, then women's clothing and the last is a clothing design for couples. There are approximately 100 models that will show the clothes tonight.

(The flow and implementation of Fashion Week that I write here, may not be in accordance with the truth, because I only write it according to my shadow. Please understand).

Tristan advanced first compared to Stela because it is so groove. As always, the man never disappoints. She managed to amaze all the eyes there both with her physical, talent and also the fashion she exhibited.

"Fantastic, I love you Tristan," murmured Stela proudly. He watched with amazement the appearance of the lover through the monitor screen in the backstage.

HEATHER

For a moment Stela closed her eyes, seeing Tristan she became motivated to do the same. He wanted to amaze everyone with the clothes he was wearing.

"Mommy.. daddy.. pray for me."

He opened his eyes, looking a strong radiance of determination from his sapphire. "I can do it."

.......

A few days later, the music changed. This time the music is played more feminine than before because it will come out are female models.

One by one the models leave the backstage, Stela is now waiting her turn up to the stage.

"It's time..."

.......

Stela was back on stage, when she finished she was nervous. Did he make a mistake? Feels not. He has practiced everything Stev has taught him well.

"Sisteeeeeeeer, you're amazing. Amazing, charming, you're the best." Anne cheered as she reached the backstage to meet Stela.

"really?"

"Yes, don't you see? All the spectators even forgot to blink when they saw your appearance."

"Thank God." Finally Stela can breathe a sigh of relief.

"Now the next session, we have to be quick. Tristan is also changing clothes."

"Yes." Yeah."

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Vania slammed the television remote in her room until it smashed into the wall. His breathing was puffed up as he saw Tristan and Stela walking in pairs over the runaway. All the gossip news on some television channels today is talking about those who look so harmonious in the inaugural Fashion Week last night.

"I should have walked in there, not that fucking woman" he screeched.

His dream to become more famous is extinct already, all because of Stela.

"I'll give you back!" hiss with a grinning smile.

.......

Jovanka leaned on a chair in her study. Since this morning, there have been dozens of phones coming, and it was only for one purpose that asked the Tristan and Stela pairs to model their products.

"I have to discuss this with Tristan as well as Stela." Jovanka immediately got up from her seat and prepared to go to her best friend's apartment.

.......

"I'm sorry, because last night everyone knew you were Tristan's girlfriend." Anne who was watching the gossip show immediately apologized to Stela who was sitting next to her.

"They're just suspicious, but if they know even once, it doesn't matter. Indeed, this is one of the risks of being a public figuru, personal life is also a warm material to talk about" explained Stelq wisely.

"Oh yeah, brother when do I get back to London?" tanyanya.

"Hoho... want me to leave quickly so that you can go back to live in Tristan's apartment, hm?" goda Anne's.

A small grin rose on Anne's face. "Not her own sister who wants to go home quickly because she can't wait to meet the idol, heum...?" It's a tempting reply.

They both finally laughed.

"I've booked a flight for tomorrow" Anne said. "You seriously don't want to go back?" Be honest... Anne wanted to bring her sister home.

"Not now, brother" he answered.

"Yes, that's it then."

Drrt....

Stela's phone lying on the table shook. Tristan called.

"Call...."

"............."

"What's? Really true?"

"........."

"Eh? How yes..."

"............."

"All right, I'll think about it first."

"..........."

"See you."

"What's wrong?" anne asked as soon as she saw Stela was done calling.

"Many offers are asking us to model their products" he said.

"That's good. You take it." That's Anne's response.

"But, Brother? I don't understand this modeling world at all."

"Can learn, there's Tristan who will guide you."

"Aren't you sure I can?"

"Sure. You're very talented."

"All right, I'll talk to Tristan about it."

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Today Stela returned to Tristan's apartment after delivering her sister to the airport.

"I'm home."

"Yeyey... Mommy's home." Ara cheered happily at her arrival.

"Welcome back" welcome Tristan.

Stela smiled, it felt so happy to be greeted so warmly by two people she already considered family. Little family.

.......

In the afternoon, Jovanka came to visit. He asked for certainty over the offers that came to Tristan and Stela.

There was a long discussion, until finally two models who became hits thanks to the Fashion Week event received it. They will accept some offers that are considered the best and do not take up too much time.

"Ok, tomorrow you come to the office. We'll discuss this further." Jovanka resigned because she had to meet the dinner invitation with her fiance's family.

.......

Moscow, 1845 years

Abercio stood in front of a modest house in the suburbs of Moscow. This is the first time he's come here. After completing all the office tasks that had been abandoned due to his return to Indonesia, he finally can now meet the soulmate.

The house looked quiet, but did not discourage the handsome man's steps to keep knocking on the wooden door in front of him.

Tok.dok...

After several beats, the brown-painted wooden door opened. Appears to a beautiful woman who has recently been greatly missed by Abercio.

Without warning, Abercio immediately lunged at the lover and hugged him tightly. "I miss you so much Baby" she whispered.

Irina did not return Abercio's embrace, she was too surprised at the arrival of the lover until her body was weak and difficult to move.

Long enough Abercio hugged and spilled all the longing that had piled up in his heart, now he took off the embrace.

Irina was still silent, the man then summarized her face and watched carefully the soft light emerald emerald emanating from her lover's bead.

"You're not happy I'm coming?" abercio asked in disappointment.

Irina shakes. "Come in, it's not good to be standing in front of a door like this!"

Abercio walked in and sat on the living room sofa, just the silence he found in this house. "Where are your parents?" tanyanya when Irina came to bring drinks and snacks for him.

"Mama and papa went to aunt's house in St. Petersburg, there was a wedding there" Irina replied

"Why don't you come?" After sipping a bit of his drink, Abercio again asked.

"You know for yourself that I don't like crowds, it's more comfortable on my own so I can finish my writing."

The man just kept quiet, he just remembered if his lover was a writer. Of course, a calm atmosphere is needed in order to concentrate well when writing.

It was quiet for a while until Anthony-Ambar's eldest was back to open his voice. "Can I stay here?"

Deg

Irina wanted to refuse, but felt sorry too, where her lover had to find lodging when the day had crawled night.

"Yes. I'll prepare a room for you."

Irina got up about to go to the guest room and cleaned it so that Abercio could occupy it, but the snooze was done when her lover pulled her hand and corner her to the wall.

"Cio-sam"

Abercio silenced Irina's mouth that would make a sound with her demanding kiss. At first the woman revolted, but over time she was washed away. Both of his arms were coiled around Abercio's neck, but the heat was equal to the heat. Honestly, he also misses his man a lot.

The two humans dissolve into the intimacy of their kiss, Abercio lifts Irina's body and carries her into the room where the lover's name is inscribed on her doorstep. His longing will be resolved this way.

.......

The morning sunlight that entered through the gap of the bedroom window woke Aebrcio from his deep sleep. He slightly grimaced when he felt cramps in his arm that became a pillow for the lover.

He smiled as he saw Irina's sleeping face in his arms. She looked so beautiful even when those beautiful eyes were closed. Slowly the man walked down Irina's face line using his finger.

Irina is his first love, his first woman and Abercio hopes to be his last too. I'd love to tie this woman to a wedding rope, but baby... Irina said she wasn't ready. How long do they have to be like this?

"Morning." Abercio kissed Irina's full red lips as the woman opened her eyes.

"Morning," the woman replied hoarsely.

Irina took off Abercio's embrace and got up from her bed. He let his innocent body be exposed as the blankets on his body came loose. For a moment the woman sat back to her lover.

"Clean your body, I'll take a bath in the other room." Irina stood up and picked up one by one her clothes scattered on the floor and put on them. After that he went out of the room and left Abercio sitting in a daze.

During breakfast, no chatter took place.

"Now go, Cio!" Irina put the backpack that Abercio was carrying to the side of the man's body.

"You kicked me out?" Abercio stood up from her seat and stared intently at Irina.

"You got what you wanted, so now go home. Go back to London, this is not your place" he replied flatly.

Abercio. This was not the kind of Irina he knew. And what did he say? Get what you want?

"So you're saying I came all the way to visit you here just to finish my passion for you, is that it?" tanyanya emotions. "I'm not that small," he insisted.

Irina was just silent, the woman was trying to endure the desperately tightness in her chest. He really can't bear to do this, he loves Abercio but baby, they can never be together.

"Go!" Irina turned away but Abercio immediately held her back.

With a rough slender body Irina he turned and both his shoulders were firmly gripped.

"Look at me Irina, is this what you want? You want me to go?"

The woman did not dare to look at Abercio's blue eyes, she was afraid of drowning in them.

"Go away.." his voice sounded vibrating as the line was spoken again.

"I love you." Abercio said firmly.

"Have it, don't say it again!" Irina pleaded.

"I love you, Irina."

The woman's lips trembled, a clear liquid slowly decaying past the cheeks.

"Don't make it any harder, '" he exclaimed.

"Yes lyublyu sugarcane, ty vyydesh' za mena?" (I love you, marry me?)

"SUFFICIENT ABERCIO!" Irina jerked off the lover's hand on her shoulder. He's inching backwards.

"We'll never get married" she wrote.

"Why can't it? What would blind him to not be?" The man's voice began to rise.

"Because we're different."

Deg

The man flinched. So it's true what Sebastian said at that time. Caste is the main problem.

"Irina, listen!" Abercio stepped forward towards Irina, but the woman further rewinded her body away from her.

"Mommy and daddy aren't old-fashioned parents. They will not dispute the famous dogma in society that the rich should marry the rich and the poor with each other. My parents aren't like that Irina." He tried to explain if that was what the lover feared.

"Your parents may not be like that, but what about the people around you? They'll laugh at your family. A noble man married the daughter of a lowly servant, huh? It's funny." Irina laughed discordantly, laughing at her pitiful self.

Abercio ruffled his blonde mane in frustration. "Fuck what people think. This is our life, we live it. It's up to them to say what, we're obviously happy."

Irina's body is slumping. His cries sounded louder and louder. Abercio approached and then brought him into the deck. "We can never be happy if we only rely on what people say. You understand, right?" said gently.

Irina's head nodded weakly. Abercio helped him stand up. The man pulled the lover's hand towards the sofa where his backpack was still lying. He searched the contents for a while and took out a cube-shaped wooden box.

"Irina Jovovich, would you spend the rest of your life with me?" Abercio knelt down and thrust the box containing the exquisite diamond-eyed ring before Irina.

Irina closed her mouth, moved. He helped Abercio get up and then looked at the man with tears in his eyes.

"Be my wife?"

"Yes, I wanna be your wife."

Abercio smiled brightly, she immediately put the ring on Irina's ring finger. "Thankyou," he said, then kissed the back of the smooth hand.

"I love you too. Yes lyublyu sugarcane."

They hugged tightly. Not in vain the arrival of Abercio all the way to Moscow. She finally took Irina with her.

"We met my parents, huh?"

Irina took off her embrace. "Isn't it too soon?"

"I want to quickly make you my wife."

"All right." Irina nodded and smiled.

"I can finally see your smile again."

"Hm?"

"Since I've come, you've been pouting even when we fuck you ha-"

"Shut up, Cio!" Irina immediately shut Abercio's mouth before the man said anything that would embarrass her.

The hand that was smothering his mouth was released by Abercio. Replace now his hand that was on Irina's face, rubbed it gently.

"I'm happy" said the man before his lips kissed the woman's opium lips.

Drifting away in a kiss of happiness, they did not realize that there was a new middle-aged pair who had come to witness the activities of the two of them from the front entrance.

"IRINA!" The snapping sound of the middle-aged man who was none other than Irina's father shocked the two of them.

Suddenly the lip link was released and they compactly turned awkwardly on the two people who had just arrived.

"What the fuck?"

"Sorry Uncle, please introduce me to Abercio Knight. My arrival here is to propose your only daughter."

Irina glared at Abercio's spontaneous words.

"Cio!"

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For two weeks, Tristan and Stela were busy shooting. Nonstop for 14 days in a row, after which they will be free because there is no longer a contract. They're restricting. During work, Ara is entrusted to her grandfather's house. It makes Tristan's father very happy, the chance to play with his only grandson.

"Finally done too" Tristan threw her body on the apartment sofa after their last photo shoot.

Stela came to bring two glasses of cold water.

"Gela!"

"Hm?"

"Lusa, let's go on vacation!"

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