Pursuing a 30 Day Widower

Chapter 18's

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The more the night the party atmosphere gets festive. Many people danced under the flickering lights there, Bian's son and wife had gone home first. The party Bian made was so amazing for those who lived without rules, they were free to choose the woman they wanted. It is also a form of promotion of new entertainment venues.

Adeeva dancing there, Alderic dissolves in the woman's cradle. The two danced energetically, what a matching couple.

"Ar, look at the woman. She's the best woman I've ever been." Bian showed a woman who was accompanying one of the guests. The woman wore a dress over her knees in black.

Arzan glanced at the woman Bian meant, the man rolling his eyes off guard. "He looks old." Arzan.

Bian laughed when he heard it. "I don't think you can distinguish an old woman from a young girl."

Arzan snorted in annoyance, Bian thought Arzan was unable to distinguish young and old women.

Meanwhile in the other corner, Dean was being smitten. Maybe he invited Zivana to this party, if only he knew it would be like this he would not invite this girl. Zivana instead looks cool chatting with one of the guests there, a man who is younger than Dean. The two knew each other because their papa was a business partner.

"Still in school?" ask a man named Alfie to Zivana.

Zivana. "Yes, you?"

"I've been to college." Reply Alfie.

"Do you have a lover?" alfi asked, who was answered by Zivana.

The discussion about the Zivana school, then the Alfi lecture continues until you forget Dean who was there. Zivana got carried away, she was very happy chatting with Alfi. Dean occasionally cleared his throat to resuscitate Zivana, but Zivana was apparently too cool with Alfi.

"Oh, yes Ziva. Is this your om?" Alfi turned to Dean who was now staring intently at the two.

Zivana just woke up, she saw Dean's unfriendly face. The girl smiled stiffly, plus a question from Alfi. "Oh, here. This.... This is Dean," Zivana suddenly confused as to what to answer.

Dean knitted his brows, he looked at the girl with a hard-to-art look. If usually Zivana will claim to be his future wife, then why when asked Alfi like now the girl looks confused.

"Hallo, um. Sorry yes, I was not aware of om's presence." Alfi smiled kindly, but the man looked like he was not feeling well.

Dean only cleared his throat briefly, the man loosened the tie he was wearing. It was Dean who took the glass containing the win, then drank the contents of the glass.

"Om," Zivana scolded as Dean chugged the alcoholic drink back.

"What?!" dean who sounded a little high.

Zivana seemed to shake her head, she did not like to see Dean who drank too much. "Don't drink anymore, o'm drinking a lot."

Dean chuckles little, the man re-pours the win in his glass. Not caring about Zivana's ban, the girl already pissed her off. "Who are you that I should listen to?"

Dean laughed blandly, it seemed like the man was starting to lose his consciousness. The alcoholic drink began to affect him. "Why am I listening to you?" Dean slammed his glass on the floor. "Damn it!"

Fragments from Dean's glass were scattered, Zivana was very surprised at him. Fortunately, the situation at the party was very noisy, so the sound of broken glass did not attract the attention of other guests.

"Of! Can you be more polite? it's at people's parties, why is it acting like this?" Zivana looks upset because of this Dean act.

"Be polite? Why don't you apply it to yourself, isn't it all this time that rude of you?!" dean snapped involuntarily, the man stared fiercely at Zivana.

Zivana closed her eyes, the girl lowered her head. "justified? Don't be pretentious to teach me," Dean clutched the girl's chin.

Alfi who saw that also tried to let go of Dean's hand. "Of course, peeling!"

Alfi who did not know what kind of relationship between the two was quite confused, but he could not see a man acting rudely towards a girl. "I don't know what you have in your relationship. But, can you be softer?" alfi said.

Dean threw away his fierce face, this really made him fed up. "Look, you guys even sound compact. One taught me manners, and one taught me to be gentle."

No, it's not what Dean concluded. Zivana didn't mean to so teach, she just wanted to remind herself. "Om, sorry Ziva. Ziva doesn't mean that,"

Zivana tries to grab the man's hand, but Dean dodges. The man appears to be walking away, though with Dean staggering away from Zivana as well as Alfi.

"Of!" Zivana's following her, she's got to make Dean understand.

Looking at Dean who was walking down the hallway to the rooms there, Zivana followed the man from behind. Dean pressed the button on that doorstep, damn it! Due to his unconscious state, Dean failed to enter a password to open the door. The second attempt failed, and the third failed.

"Damn it!" dean then kicked at the door of the room. He crouched down in front of the door, the man lowered his head.

"Om," Zivana stood before him, the girl trying to touch Dean's shoulder but on the edge. "Om, listen to Ziva first."

Zivana didn't give up, she crouched down in front of Dean. The girl raised Dean's chin to look at him. "Sorry Ziva yes, Ziva is wrong."

Dean was silent without saying a word, he was staring in the shady bead belonging to Zivana. "Om, you wanna come in? Ziva help ya," The girl helps Dean to stand up.

There was no rejection or approval, Dean just kept quiet and followed what the girl was doing. Zivana opens the door to her room, the girl demands Dean come in.

Zivana sat the man on the side of the bed, then squatted down to take off the shoes Dean was wearing. Zivana knew Dean was unconscious right now, so she didn't take much heart from Dean's previous words.

"Om, get some rest." Zivana tries to put Dean to sleep, but the man holds his hand.

"Why are you doing this?" ask Dean.

Zivana smiled warmly, the girl tidied up Dean's slightly messy hair. "Because Ziva loves the same om, Ziva also loves the same om."

Dean threw away the face of direction. "Lied!" tusky.

Zivana cupped Dean's face, the girl kissed Dean's lips. "Om, believe it now?"

Dean rubbed his lips, he looked back at the girl. "I don't like to see you close to other men. I hate to see your smile shown to other men, I really hate that you look comfortable chatting with other men. You're mine, and I'm the only one entitled to you."

Dean's story managed to make Zivana smile widely, whether consciously or not Dean was the same as expressing his joy. From the words he said, it meant that Dean reciprocated Zivana's feelings. The man already likes Zivana.

"Om, I love you." That word that Zivana once said but did not get the same reply, now he said again.

"Your my mine." Decisive Dean.

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...Your my mine\= you belong to me...

...Uuhhh, directly in claim as hers dong😭🤣...

...Btw, sorry yes new up🙏 abis assessment late last year in advanced exam practice, well because too busy until forget the break time so the body drop🤒🤕🤧...

...Stay Healthy Guys! Take care of health yes 🤗 See You Next Part ✨...