PRISONER OF LOVE LOVE THE WIDOWER
SEASON 2 Part 6's. Hanoi 4's
The area that we were headed to with almost 3 hours of travel was still full of bush vegetation and tropical rain forest although 2 km in front there was a translucent asphalt road but I was used to being faced with the concrete forest seeing this area is not used to it either.
Geologists surveyors who work have opened the pioneer path first, coupled with this area has been purchased by investors, the terrain is rather climbing it is not too difficult to reach should be. Unfortunately, there was a heavy rain before we arrived.
"God, the path we opened up is now a waterway." I swore a short length from earlier.
Nguyen had prepared the boot but we had to walk slowly now, it should have been a maximum of half an hour we reached the tent location but now we are like ants fighting the water coming from above.
"Be careful with all Mr. Oliver's footing, use your wood..." We all brought wood and stuck it to the ground as a foothold. If he rolls down I'm not sure Nguyen, who's much shorter than him, can keep his pace behind.
"Still far?"
"We're only half of it... The sky was dark again. But we'd rather get wet than roll down."
"Again, let's go slowly ..."
I'm too fast up on a steep road, almost there. The footing was slippery and missed before I could hold onto my wand that had not been perfectly stuck
"Revelation!" He's holding me back, it turns out that for hiking things he's got a foothold stronger than me. This time he helped me, I didn't help him.
"Gosh! Thanks!"
"Have you got a handle first, it's so steep."
Before long we arrived, yesterday they built a semi-permanent building for genset protection, in addition to two large tents that can accommodate 10-16 people at once for land surveyors.
"Ahhh the cottage is done." We have electricity and water here. Not bad.
"Oh they've even drilled a well here."
"The girl's out there." I pointed at the direction, he looked at the compass direction on his watch. Until it's safe here, she starts working on meeting local surveyors, looking at the photos and data they take, she works on Nguyen helping translate for her, while I tidy up our luggage , ' he said , luckily it was only drizzling rain later, the sun showed itself later, making the weather more hospitable for us.
"Sir your food, ..." The Nguyen people had already delivered food here. Nguyen arranged for the man to make us not worry about food.
"Thank you." He was chatting with surveyors, Nguyen and I distributed food from local restaurants to them, people no more than 10 of whom all started to eat lunch.
From my trip I had time to research about Oliver Russell, in addition to the firm is a famous architect firm, I just knew his works, even his name is on the search engine, he said, it was fitting that Big Boss Philip appreciated this architect, perhaps he admired his design.
"Sandra, let's go with me. Let's go down, ..." He took me to the beach. While carrying a paper map, which seems to have been rather shabby hand-transferred. I don't know it might be a land contour report from a surveyor.
"okay." I broke through the path downhill, through the thickets while holding onto it. To get to a white sandy beach that is still untouched a beautiful small bay with a clear blue lagoon.
Our beach was facing west, the sun was hitting us, I imagined this place would be a place to see the sunset with balconies facing the ocean like at Six Sense.
I waited for him from far away quietly. He was sitting on the beach sand opening his tablet there, I was also sitting, waiting for him to work with his mind. Maybe one moment after it's over I can come back here and see what the end result is.
Two hours later the sun had turned red, he walked towards me as if his work was done.
"After sir, do you want us back? If it's too dark we'll have enough trouble getting upstairs." I still call him Sir.
He didn't answer just sitting next to me, still bright enough I think, if he wanted to sit I could wait.
"You know last night I was thinking about what you said. Bringing my past grudges in front of you, only you can say that. Others say I'm a rich playboy. We are the same, aren't we,..."
"I'm not a grudge, just maybe my neighborhood didn't give me a chance, I had a lot of bad experiences about relationships, I'd rather not touch the fire myself. But you, you got everything, maybe someone let you down so deeply that you equal everything, you never forgive one person, and then you blame everyone. You and I are in different areas, Mr. Russell." I smiled at him then turned my gaze to the view of the beach in front of us again.
"That's wrong, I'm sorry." I smiled for the first time sincerely at him.
"forgivable. I'm also sorry I threw you in the pool." She laughs.
"I'm a bastard*at, .. You respond to me firmly, but other girls usually act differently." I'm nodding. I can imagine what he said.
"Hmm, I told you I'm not the same species."
"Ckckck.. alright hermit species, you are indeed different from me." Now I'm the one laughing. "So how we've understood each other, let's go on a date." I can't believe what I'm hearing.
"You're a real bastard, I'm sorry for you!" I flicked the sand that was attached to my pants and walked away from it.
"Ohh come on, Sandra...." I stared at him with a frown and pointed my middle finger back without even looking at him.
"Hurry back upstairs, or there's a tiger devouring you here. I hope someone comes near you." I said that while walking away.
"You're kidding me where there's a tiger here."
"Which knows better you or me?! I hope you've prepared your will then."
I just left him, it seems that he managed to scare me as well because he caught up with me upstairs. Stupid as well, probably not yet willing to die young. His love adventure is not over.
Playboy base of born talent.
Don't stamp him well, he's a pure badboy! Evil's! Don Juan Bastard!
