The Dandelion Motel
Paper Plane
3 Days later, the police are still looking for Jason's trail. Fearing Jason's return to the motel, Leon sends his men to stand guard around the motel.
Leon's protective attitude became more and more, the man was completely unable to focus on working. He spent the day with his girlfriend and overwhelmed Bobby the secretary at the office.
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"Aishh...Go work! Don't just stay here." grunts Rosaline who had earlier dried the activity noticed the lover.
"No-no, I don't want it before the beren***k gets caught" Leon said.
"But until when? You have to run your company. After all the people you told to stand guard here are more than enough." the woman said.
"I said 'no' means 'no'" Leon said.
"Aishhhh." grunted the woman again.
The man continued to follow Rosaline during the day and did not stop calling at night just to make sure his lover was okay2 only.
The woman was done with her job and then went back into the house followed by Leon behind her, wherever Rosaline went the man continued to follow her until they often collided.
"Stop following me like that, it's so annoying!" the woman was running out of patience.
Leon pecked at the sight of his sharp and already unfriendly lover.
Seeing Leon's reaction like that Rosaline finally softened, "I mean sit on that sofa. I have to take a shower, are you gonna follow me to the bathroom?"
"Of course if you will." she said in a seductive tone while hugging her lover from behind.
"Aishhh..basic pervert!" the woman starts to flinch and tries to let go of Leon's embrace.
"Essum? Think from a different point of view! My mind is always pointing in a romantic direction." denied the man.
"Chh...Well, my romantic master understands what you mean, but this is not the right place and time." Rosaline's eyes immediately glanced at her grandmother who was sitting in a rocking chair and watching tv.
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Leon waited for his girlfriend who was changing clothes after finishing her bath.
The man began to step towards the photos displayed in the family room. The man took one of the family photos, mostly of Rosaline and Dante's childhood.
Then his eyes were suddenly drawn to one photo.
"This? Why can?" he said monologuing with a curious expression.
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"Why is my photo here?" leon asked shortly after Rosaline came out of her room.
"Photomu?" with a frown. "Is this really you?" ask the woman to make sure.
"Well, it's me, when was this picture taken? Why can I take a picture with you?" Leon showered Rosaline with his questions.
The woman tried to recall. "It seems like this was a long time ago, about 20 years ago or so. I can't remember for sure."
Rosaline really could not believe that the boy who was pictured with her as a child turned out to be Leon and had already evolved into this handsome man.
"Then why can I take a picture with you?" ask the man again.
"Have you really forgotten? My father brought you here and you stayed here for 1 day." explained Rosaline.
"But I really don't remember" said the man with a frown and still trying to twist his memory.
"Follow me!" rosaline said as she grabbed her lover's hand and led him somewhere.
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The two of them arrived at a warehouse where old things were stored. The woman took a chair and rode it about to grab something from the top of the shelf.
"The book." said Rosaline, pointing to a book tucked between rows of old fairy tale books.
"This is it?" asked Leon who had managed to hold the book in his hand.
"Yes" answered the woman briefly.
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After getting out of the warehouse, Rosaline invites her lover to sit in the gazebo with a book titled "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" which they took from the warehouse.
"You want to read me a fairy tale?" leon asked with a sweet but mocking smile.
"No." The woman took something tucked away in the book.
"This." he gave a paper plane to Leon.
"This what?" ask the man not to understand.
"That's yours." replied Rosaline.
"Mine?" tanyanya again still do not understand the meaning of the words of her lover.
Leon continued to research and began to unfold the folds of the paper plane. "Yes, I remember now." suddenly her smile expanded.
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That day was just as Rosaline's father picked up 9-year-old Leon for the first time from the orphanage over Om Sam's mane.
1 Day that Billy took the two of them to the playground and photographed them.
Little Leon makes a paper airplane and flies it in the backyard of the motel with little Rosaline, right where adult Leon and Rosaline are sitting right now.
But someone picks up Leon, and the boy leaves his paper plane in little Rosaline's hands.
They were only 1 day together but Rosaline never forgot because the boy was her first friend.
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"I remember this picture. Here's my picture." I showed a picture of 3 people eating ice cream to his girlfriend.
"You don't remember me but remember that ugly picture." the woman scowled in annoyance.
"Maybe because you were so ugly that I can't remember you." teased Leon.
"I was always pretty even when I was a kid all the boys in school liked me. Aishhh...ugly what?" grunted annoyed.
"really? I became jealous." teased the man again. The two of them finally laughed together.
"Do you know why I still remember this picture?" ask Leon.
"Why?" search lover.
"Say people if we draw our hopes on a paper plane and fly them, then our hopes will be realized" the man said with a slightly changed expression.
Yeah, that's when little Leon's expectations were very simple. He just wanted a moment of togetherness with his parents. Eating ice cream with his father and mother that he could never make happen.
"Gee...Mr. Leon, it turns out that you believe such a ridiculous thing. Then what hope did you have?" ask Rosaline.
"I used to believe, but not anymore. Besides the paper plane I left with you so where could it possibly be" the man said.
"Because the plane is on me, so I'll make it happen. I'll buy you ice cream." said the woman with a sweet smile.
A smile that had become an opium to a Leon. A smile that had shattered the selfishness and ambition in him. The smile that made him want to protect someone for the first time.
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