PRISONER OF LOVE LOVE THE WIDOWER

Part 12's. The Problem that Continues 1

I couldn't sleep last night because of that kiss. Fucking Marcello, how dare he kiss me. And I can't forget what it's like. Upset all night and now I have to meet him at the office again.

What am I supposed to do? Avoid it all day. He will definitely try to get close to me again. It sucks!

And sure enough, he was deliberately waiting for me in the lobby in the morning.

"Sina." Now he greeted me with a big smile and a packet of food in his hand. He must have felt that winning could have forced me that way. The first kiss at 34, everyone will laugh at me.

"You what?"

"Well, just want food for you."  He still smiles at me. I took the food just because I didn't want to linger in front of him. But then regretted it for herself because she must have thought I wanted to make up with her.

I threw myself in the office chair, I lost my quiet life and now it's mixed up, this roller coaster feeling is messing up. I really don't like this feeling, it reminds me of High School and college where a lot of love happens. I know love can make people like crazy also because I have experienced it, I know it feels to expect someone but not deliver, I know it feels crying because of love, fighting the same jealous boyfriend, organizer, manager, possessiveness is not clear, from several times the monkey's love experience, from those experiences it feels nothing good. About the kiss, it has never been because I was too afraid to try it first,...

Though today pre-production, we determine many scene details that require before going to the production section to ask for the production house to handle production. My team if it has entered production will be busy, which so the office is the front room where a large board is attached to the story board, talent contact, job list, supervise the production schedule, etc, and sometimes some ad production will result in us spending the night in the middle of nowhere with the production team. And since we got two jobs in the near future, this time I need to split the responsibility to a representative of mine but still I have to do some monitoring.

I set aside the food Marcello gave me, because I had eaten.

“Yen, make lu.”

“Wah, there's chicken bakmie. Really for me.”

“Iya loved Marcello.”

“Cock given to me?”

“Dah eat only. I've eaten..” Marcello insisted, I too will insist.

“Yesterday you two fought, have you been better?”

“I'm more to do not care ajen.”

“Hmm. Less what the hell Marcello, girls here & dreams the way ama him. How do you not care anyway.”

“Yes because I am comfortable with myself Yen. Caves do not need to add people in my story.” It's as simple as it really is. No taste, no desire, no interest even though he is handsome level of gods, for me still calm.

“You eat Nit?” Someone knocked on my door when my eyes were glued to the computer. Marcello, my fault was receiving food from him earlier, and he meant I might accept it.

“Engga Cell, I eat with my team later, work is still much.” He closed the door and sat in front of me now.

“Sorry for overnight..”.

“It won't change anything Cell, I don't have any feelings for you. Don't be tired of spending your time on lu.” I responded calmly.

“You I buyin.” He did not respond to my words.

“Engga Cel, already pesen. Thanks.”

“Yes I'm home, tomorrow want breakfast what.”

“Lu don't understand I said yes Cell,..”

“Engga.” He smiles at doang. “Yes I've come home that way, don't be lazy overtime.” He passed, it seems that all my rejection did not happen in front of him. I take a breath, it's up to him. Until when he survives.

But tomorrow morning he brought me breakfast again, and this time it was at my table, chatting with ordinary and friendly as if it should be. So did the days that followed until I was uncomfortable he was not affected by my rejection.

“Cell, I told you not to bring me again.” I said sprains because early in the morning now he takes food to Yenni every morning.

“Ya already if you don't want ya just love it to another.” He still insists on not heeding my rejection and not arguing with me. Just go livein me, rich in vain talk with him.

And then one office knows now that Marcello likes me, after that fight, he deliberately scatters him and I am indeed in approach.

In the afternoon, upset because this time Marcello dared to play physically by embracing my shoulders as if we were so close.

“Nita love lunch with yuk.” His hands were quickly grabbing my shoulders. I quickly shook his hand too.

“Lu what the hell, freelance.” I still dare not use a high tone humiliate him, because after all he has something to do with the family owner, distant cousin I guess. So I don't want to make a conflict embarrassing, but he's rejected every day and even.