Not the Wrong Love
Hate or Love
"Then why can you take me?" love again that makes Ben again avoid the gaze of Love.
Okay, Love was drunk and unconscious last night, so what does that have to do with Ben? Can't Ben get Davin or Mario to take care of it, not by running to this room.
"So you can't remember anything at all?"
Ben pinched his lips and put both hands into his pants pocket. He sighed for a while before continuing his words.
"You're drunk, your clothes are wet with your vomit, so I'm asking the women's room service department to take your clothes off. The problem is he's undressing all of your clothes, which I don't know." Ben raised both his hands.
"Isn't he?" muttered Love.
"Hm, you're pretending, don't you really know?" Ben looked suspiciously.
Love shakes fast. "What am I pretending to be. If I had known, I wouldn't have asked you," she replied, "i can't remember anything, how can I know what happened to me." Love is upset.
"At least you don't remember?"
"Hm" replied Lazy Love.
Ben took a deep breath, then approached Love. "If this one, can you remember it?" Unexpectedly Ben's left hand pulled the nape of Love while his right hand pulled Love's waist, tightening the girl's body onto her. Without saying anything more, Ben's lips in that second also devoured the lips of Love greedily, voraciously*sucking it strong while holding the body of Love tighter, as if afraid that girl will be released.
While Love who received unexpected treatment was immediately stiffened, his eyes blinked several times. However, the next moment Love was transfixed. Not because he liked the man's kiss, but the way the man kissed him.
Touch of lips, tongue, even hands guerrilla in the parts of his body, Love can still remember everything. Remembering every touch from the only man in his life.
How can it be the same?
Instantly the nape of Love brimmed, his blood rustled, awakening a strange gelenyar that he had not had for years gotten from the man.
"You.." muttered Love in Ben's mouth. Makes Ben want to not let go of his kiss.
Ben bent his eyebrows together, looking at Love whose face was deathly pale. The eyeballs wanted to cry.
"Why? Can you remember it?"
Love swallowed his saliva mutely, "You.. You are Duke Rangga Wijaya?" said gasping. He looked at Ben timidly, hoping that what he said just now was a mistake.
"Who is he? From last night you kept saying her name?"
This time Love knitted both eyebrows. "You mean?" Love feels anxious, she is afraid of messing up the no-no when she is drunk.
"Duke Rangga Wijaya? Who her? From last night you kept calling me by that name?"
Love just looks at him.
"Why did you call me by that name? Does he look like me? Even after I kissed you, you still called me by that name. You said you hated it but, I don't think so. You know her so well that you even kiss her. I don't think this is hate but, love." Ben continues to urge Love with questions that arouse his emotions.
"Do you love her so much? Until you keep saying her name?"
"It's none of your business!" salak Love. He pushes Ben's body in his way. Then, pass and go into the bathroom.
Up in the bathroom Love leaned against the door, with her hand holding the door handle, she cried. His heart ached, his chest felt tight to hear what Ben had just said.
He should have realized, he should have been able to tell the difference between Ben and Rangga. They are different people but, his ego controls his soul to expect Ben is Rangga. Plunging himself up to whatever is in Ben is the same as Rangga. He closed his eyes so that he could not see the difference between the two men.
Five years had passed, why could he not escape from the shadow of that man. Even in her unconscious state she still remembered the man. Does he still love Rangga?
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Chequek!
The bathroom door opened, Love popped her head out, peeking in case Ben was in the room. I don't know why he's ashamed of Ben.
When it felt safe, Love rushed out. He was trying to escape from the hotel. He doesn't want to see Ben anymore. It felt like he already had no face to face the man. He was ashamed of what had happened between them today. Even what happened last night might be even more embarrassing.
He rushed to the door, then peeked again.
Safe. His inner.
Grateful the door was not locked automatically so he could escape. He rushed down the hotel hallway and into the elevator. He felt he had to leave that place immediately.
The first thing he had to do was go home. Soraya and Sunny must be worried about him, let alone his phone does not exist, they must have trouble contacting Love. Then, meet Mario to ask the real events.
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