MY SUNFLOWER

Two-faced

...🌻Happy Reading🌻...

Lexus LS 460 AWD stops at an outdoor cafe. The owner came down gallantly while carrying a bouquet of lavender in hand. This afternoon, the man who owns the luxury car will meet someone.

Circulating for a moment the bead of his eyes until a moment later turned to sharp eyes that were also staring at him. A woman sits at one of the cafe tables and smiles at him. A smile that looks like a sneer.

The man approached the woman with a flat face and was a little lazy. If it wasn't for his parents' request he wouldn't have wanted to see this woman.

"You're late" said the woman in a haughty tone. His hands were folded in front of his chest, his eyes looking down on the man.

The man sat on the chair facing the woman, he sighed for a while before raising his right wrist and observing the Hublot Classic Fusion which now shows the number 12.05. While their appointment was twelve o'clock past a quarter, there were still ten minutes left. The man snorted. "I am late or you don't know the time?" insinuations.

The woman could only growl, her intention of wanting to humiliate the man before her, uh.

The man smiled with satisfaction in his heart to see the annoyed face of his interlocutor.

"This is for you!" The man then thrust a bouquet of flowers that had been carried in front of the woman.

The woman's eyes sparkled, she grabbed the flower and brought it closer to the face. Inhaling the fragrance that emanates from the lavender. "Wow... Do you know my favorite flower?" he asked with a face of amazement made up.

"If it wasn't my mother who told me, maybe I'd brought you a carcass flower" replied the man lightly.

The woman with long hair stroked laughed faintly at the sarcasm from the man in front of her, but at the end of the sentence her face hardened looking intently at the man who still looked relaxed after making an insult to her.

"As a man, your mouth is very rough, yes" he said with emphasis.

"Don't equate me with a striped-nose man who often teases you" again the man said sarcastically.

The woman's breath immediately hunted, her emotions had gone up to the crown. He got up and kicked down the table in front of him, pointing at the man who was still sitting with anger. "Take care of Rafandra Hemachandra!" emphatically.

"Which part of my speech is to be guarded, Vania Hermawan?" The man - Rafandra - stood up from his seat and challenged Vania fearlessly.

"You said as if I were a cheap woman who could be easily seduced by any man" said Vania with hardened jaws.

Rafa grinned. "Miss Hermawan, can I ask you a question?"

Vania's forehead frowned at Rafa's remark, is it in this kind of tense situation that the man should ask permission first? Didn't that man just now continue insulting her without permission. "What do you want to ask?" finally the woman answered.

"Do you know the name for a woman who is willing to sell her face and body for public consumption?"

DEG

"BRENGTH*K!" Vania's head immediately smoky to hear back the insults thrown by Rafandra. His breathing was panting with sharp glaring eyes. "Based on a brash man!" Vania picked up the flower on the table and threw it at Rafa's face violently. After that with a stomping foot he left the cafe.

After Vania's departure, Rafa rested his butt on the chair. He breathed many times. "Bother.." he sighed. Grateful the cafe he visited this time looked lonely because many people chose to sit in the indoor, so the debate did not reach the level of free spectacle of the visitors.

Rafa turned his head to the side, staring back at the road that Vania had traveled. The appearance of the Hermawan woman was no longer visible in the eyes, she left in a hurry to bring her anger. "Ck... how could you ever match me with a haughty woman like her.." she seemed tired.

Actually, it's not without reason Rafa behaved so to Vania. Some time ago, he once had a client of a woman in her 30s. The client told about the husband's affair with a model with the initials VH and Rafa was asked to help him handle the case. Her client had found her husband making out with the model in a hotel room. The client intended to report it to the authorities, Rafa was ready to become a defender but a few days later the client met him again and canceled his intention. I don't know what happened, Rafa doesn't know for sure. It seems that with the power of the husband who is a rich businessman, can close the problem before the sniffed media and known to the general public.

VH, doesn't that initial match the name of Vania Hermawan? Not only that, after being investigated there was only one person with that initial on the agency mentioned and Rafa was increasingly convinced that the woman he was betrothed to was the same person. It's a shame, a woman from an honorable family can do such a lowly thing by having an affair with someone's husband. "What would I be if I married such a woman, troublesome." he murmured.

Rafa stared at the ruined bouquet of flowers scattering on the table. "When the beauty has worked so hard to make this but the haughty woman destroyed it." He looked back at the lavender and put it together. "I'll just take it home."

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Vania arrived at her agency building, this afternoon she had a photo shoot for one of the bikini products but the mood had turned ugly because of the brash man named Rafandra.

"How, have you met the man you were betrothed to?" asked Fara when Vania was already in the dressing room.

"Don't talk about the goddamn guy, I should focus on shooting this time, '" he asked. Inevitably the manager was forced to shut up and immediately asked the makeup artist to dress the model.

Half an hour later Vania finished with her new look. A pair of super sexy bikinis have been perfectly attached to her motley body, revealing her smooth skin as well as her large chest. Confidently, she noticed her body shape in the spacious mirror in the dressing room, occasionally posing seductively as a form of exercise so as not to stiffen in front of the camera later.

"Oh, we'll be late." Fara stops the model's gentile behavior and gives her a bathrobe to cover her exposed body.

The two of them walked into the studio, until there were seen some people who had just finished shooting. Vania's eyes sparkled happy to see the man who had just become a model of men's clothing, he was the handsome target, who else if not Tristan Gautama.

Embarrassed, Vania approached Tristan who was talking to her photographer.

"Hi!" sweep it in a soft voice as possible.

Tristan who felt called immediately turned his head and found the beautiful model was standing looking at him shyly.

"Hi." Tristan greeted back in a carefree tone, the corner of her lips slightly interested in forming a thin smile.

"It's over?" ask Vania.

"Hn, is it your turn?" guess Tristan.

"Yes.." nodded slowly. "Actually I'm a little embarrassed about having to pose in this bikini" she said nervously, contrived of course.

Tristan raised his hand and placed it on Vania's shoulder. He squeezed it a little, tried to give it strength. "You can, of course" Tristan said.

"Hopefully," he hoped. "Thank you very much Tristan, because you have encouraged me."

"Hn. You're welcome." Tristan smile.

"A little more Vania will be entangled in my charms," her screeches pleased inwardly.

Now that Vania is about to start her shooting session, she takes off her bathrobe and walks down the front of the camera. The photographer also had to swallow hard to see the seductive appearance caught on the camera lens.

Tristan stood in the corner of the room, his eyes could not be seen Vania in front of him. The woman looks very beautiful and sexy, let alone the tantalizing pose that makes Tristan's libido almost soar. Thank goodness Jovanka immediately woke him up.

"Tan, we have to go!" the manager of Tristan.

"Hn." once again he saw Vania, then stepped away leaving the studio.

"I often hear bad rumors about him..." Jovanka, who walks next to her model, said.

"Rosses are not necessarily true." Tristan responded casually, not affected at all.

"You're wrong to be attracted to a woman like her, Tan," Jovanka said.

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At 7 p.m., Jovanka just got out of the agency building. He walked to the parking lot where his car was. As he was about to open the car door, someone intercepted him.

"Vanka..."

Jovanka rolled her bored eyes when she heard the man's voice again. Brengs*k man who has betrayed his love.

"What else do you want?" actually Jovanka has been lazy to serve Gara.

"Darling, look at me!" pinta Gara because the woman was reluctant to see him. His eyes he threw away in the other direction.

Because he had to summarize both cheeks of his lover and allow the beautiful face to face him.

"Darling, listen to me!" please Gara.

"Hmm?" Jovanka only cleared her throat, her face still being summarized by the two big palms of Gara, yet her eyes were staring down. Not able to feel if he had to meet with those eyes, he was afraid to be weak.

"Look at me, baby!" Because cuba.

"Just tell me what you want Gara, I have to go home!" with ketus Jovanka.

Because resigned, it seems Jovanka does not want to see his face this time. But he will not stop apologizing and persuading the woman he loves to go back into his lap again.

"Darling, I'm sorry, give me one more chance!"

The opportunity?

Jovanka released Gara's hand from her cheek, now her eyes are boldly staring at the bead of the man she loves so much.

"What opportunity? A chance for you to play behind my back again?" the woman snorted.

"No, I love you so much. I promise I will change!"

"I'll try..."

"Then how do you manage that bad habit?"

"We're married!"

DEG

Jovanka glared fiercely. "After what you've done, now you're just getting married to me. It's so good you're talking!" pekik Jovanka emotions.

"I love you, Jovanka. I don't want to lose you!"

To love? Bullshit, Jovanka almost woke up to hear the word love from the mouth of Gara.

"Then when you agreed with the j*langs, did you still love me, did you think of me? What's my name you yelled at your release, huh? BRENGSE*K!" Maki Jovanka is full of anger.

Because of the obstruction, he was unable to answer the question of the lover. Now the regret came, because he could not control his lust, he ended up hurting the woman he loved so much.

Jovanka cried sobbing, her chest felt so tight, as if unable to accommodate the heartache any longer.

"I love you because I take care of myself only for you but what do I get in return? Your filthy body that's even been touched by the women out there? It's not fair to me..." Jovanka shook her head. He gave up, no longer wanting to deal with this man.

Gara's body decays, he sits at his lover's feet. "Please give me one more chance, I promise I'll change." beg the man with a face that has also been covered in tears.

"I can't, our relationship has to end here." Jovanka turned around, trying not to let down with the fragility of the man who was on his knees begging her. Even the man no longer thought about his pride.

"Vanka..."

"Give me one morning chance, please!"

Suddenly an idea came into the mind of the woman. "Okay, I'll give you one more chance."

Because he stood up. He looked at Jovanka with hope. "really?"

Jovanka smiled sweetly. "Yes, but before I get back to you, I'm gonna sleep with another guy and you're gonna have to watch it!"

DEG

Gara's eyes faded, not believing the words of the lover he had just heard. "Don't! I wouldn't want another man to touch you!" Protests not accepted. Just imagine he can not, let alone have to watch it directly.

"Just hearing my words you've been like this, how do I feel about having to face it, hm?" Ask Jovanka.

"I-i..."

"Oh, we should be done." The woman turned away.

"Jovanka!" Called him.

"Don't leave me!"

Jovanka cuckolded his ear, he chose to open the car door and darted away leaving Gara who was still shouting to call him.

.... ...

Tristan arrived at the apartment, his arrival greeted with a smile by Stela, as usual.

"Have you eaten?" ask Stela.

"No.." she replied.

"All right, I'll prepare for a minute. I'm sorry I ate first because I was so hungry" Stela said.

"No problem." retorted Tristan. "Then I take a shower."

"Yes." Yeah."

Tristan walked into the room, a single smile rising on his face.

"Stela's been like my wife, serving me well."

.......

Tired Tristan immediately disappeared after soaking in hot water. With a black t-shirt and knee-length pants, the man came out of the room to fill his stomach which began to ask for food.

Just closing the door, he heard a cry from the middle room. Curious, with wide steps he approached the voice.

There he saw Jovanka crying in Stela's arms.

"Why else is he?" thought Tristan.

Without bothering to ask his best friend, Tristan prefers to approach the dining table.

"Here you are, don't think about it!" persuade Stela to stop crying.

"But it hurts so much my heart, I love her but I'm already disappointed in her" she said.

Stela could not say anything more, all she could do was wipe Vanka's back so that the woman could be more comfortable.

KRUUKK...KRUKKKIS....

Stela gaped at the voice just now, she let go of Vanka's embrace and smiled at the face of the shoulder-haired woman who was already flushed with embarrassment.

"My stomach is going off at the wrong time" Vanka grimaced.

Stela chuckled small, "Let's eat first, Brother." Stela gets up and pulls Vanka's hand and takes him to the dining table where Tristan is enjoying his meal.

"Crying also takes energy," cried Tristan as Vanka and Stela reached the dinner table.

"Be quiet, sad friend instead of being entertained instead of being teased. It sucks!" snapped Vanka pissed.

"Your energy will cry again."

"Shut up, SeTan!"

"Eh."

Stela who had taken the rice directly put it in front of Vanka who was sitting opposite Tristan.

"Thank you, Stel." he said.

After the dinner ended, the three of them sat in the living room. Vanka again poured his heart out to Stela and Tristan. Only Stela responded occasionally while Tristan stayed silent while watching the news broadcast on television.

"Stel, are you still virgin?" the question posed by Vanka successfully made Stela petrified. While Tristan turned to the two women, he could not stop thinking of his best friend who asked such personal questions.

"Steel?" Vanka patted Stela's shoulder gently, resuscitating the girl from her frostiness.

Stela bowed with blushing cheeks, "A-I've never been in a relationship with anyone.." The answer instantly made Vanka and Tristan sigh in relief. Although the answer is not 'Yes' or 'No', they can conclude. Especially when looking at the timid Stela reaction.

"Good girl" Vanka stroking babe top of Stela's head. He thinks Stela is like his own sister and needs to be protected. "Listen to Stel, someday if you want to be in a relationship with a man, make sure first if the man is still a virgin. Don't want to be with a man who's been touched by another woman, you understand!" Vanka warned and Stela nodded.

"One more important thing, do not want to be invited to make love even by the person you love before officially getting married" he advised again.

"I-iya, Brother. I understand" Stela nodded obediently.

Tristan speechless heard the topic of the two women's conversation, so she preferred to go back to the room and rest.

"Keep remembering this message, Stel!"

"Y-yeah.."

"Mommy... Ela was a kid!" Stela grimaces in the heart.

...Seriate...