Spring In Paris

Sell my Bugatti!

Mike was still sitting in the living room, while Dave went into his study to retrieve important import export documents signed by him.

The mood was quiet at the time. The boring TV is no longer heard.

Mike was suddenly startled by a sneezing sound from the kitchen. Indeed, the location of the middle room and the kitchen was not too far away, so he could hear it clearly. He asked in his heart. The sneezing sound is so typical of a woman

“Dave? Did you save something?” Mike said. He rose from his seat, moving his feet toward the source of the voice.

A scene that has never been seen in Dave's apartment before. A brownish-haired girl tied up was wearing an apron there.

He was wearing hotpants and a very matching white t-shirt. Showing her beautiful legs. He was seen busy stirring vegetables that were heated on the stove. The girl uses earphones in both ears, so she is unaware of Mike's whereabouts. Mike looked at her with a million questions in his heart.

“Kalo's aunt Belle... ahhh ga may” is very unlikely, from body shape, hair and voice as she hums clearly it's not Bellena. Then who? The girl stood back to Mike. The question still has not received an answer. Dave is definitely not the type of guy who likes to hide girls inside his house. Everybody knows that.

The plot!!

A little story landed on Mike's head

“Jaga your eyes” said Dave who suddenly appeared behind him.

“Aww...sick boss” Mike half yelled so as to make the girl realize the whereabouts of two people behind her.

“You?!” Mike and Kinan said at the same time

“You compute so much sih” said Dave annoyed

“Sory Dave don't get jealous.. ehh you Kinan right?” Mike says switch to Kinan after talking to Dave.

“You're that guy back then?”

“Dave what I dream?” He said as he watched Kinan from top to bottom.

Seeing Mike who almost looks like a bloon. Hypnotized with Kinan's curves and smooth legs, Dave became furious.

“Here here.” Dave roughly pulled Mike's hand away from Kinan

“Aduh ouh.... boss, what the hell.. about dong kalo narik people, in approx what clothesline?” Mike kesel

“Do not disturb Kinan!” Said firmly

Mike took a rough breath.. “huff.... Finally my boss is completely free from that damn disease” said Mike girang.

Kinan continued his activities in the kitchen. As a housekeeper it is his job to prepare dinner and all the necessities of his boss. Kinan does not have much control over European and Italian cuisine he can only some typical Indonesian masakahn. As of this moment, he only made a chicken sub of fried empal vegetables and orange juice. Then set it on the dining table.

***

“By the way Dave, what really happened between you and Clara” Mike is trying to figure it out

“He came here a few hours ago” Dave continued his sentence after stopping a while “he said his car broke down”

Mike is still listening.

“After pleading, Kinan forced me to drive him without remembering that I always hated the girls”

“You know, I was even helpless with his orders” Dave remembered how goddamn he was back then.

“Dan...??” Mike probed

“Clara tried to take a chance, in the car, she took off one by one the clothes she was wearing and tried to invite me to make out.”

“Whatt??!!!” Mike flinched, but he enjoyed the story even more “lantas?”

“I tried to follow his game, I pulled my car over, I said I like to play rough, but instead he was getting excited and looked impatient.”

“Oh yes?”

“Now, the woman is like an expert on this, the more there she gets wild” Dave tries to recall the incident.

“At that time, I modeled your style when seducing women,” she stopped for a while before continuing her sentence again “but when I was approaching, I opened the door handle she used to lean on.. you know, once he fell backward to fall to the asphalt” Dave finished the story with satisfaction

“Hahahahaha..... no, no. I can't believe this, I almost thought you would be overwhelmed by the sincerity and cohesion of his body. You know he has a beautiful cleavage” Mike says as if he's seen one.

“Fuck you, the girl is really bi***, I'm disgusted once.”

“So that's how you tortured me to sell your fancy car and get a new one soon? Huh... when you suffer you always drag me, and I end up suffering more than you. Damn your fate Mike” Mike cursed himself.

Mike understood Dave so well, it was impossible for Dave to use the car again after a woman sat in it.

“Precisely once”