The Lost Sense

Chapter 64

"Times, may want to come over and over again. Retrieve the one that was left behind. But, the time that keeps going still leaves those memories?"

I'm looking at some land acquisition files. There are some unsuitable points on the field. Also, between one file and another there are some differences. The difference is not so obvious. If you don't read it carefully, it can be a problem.

This possibility is what makes some residents protest and survive with the land. Because in the file, it is clear that the price is not the same as the others. Could it be because of the different conditions of the soil?

However, according to papa's explanation, all land residents are offered the same price. Why are there different reports? I was so excited to check the files. I didn't notice anyone in my room.

With his henchmen he sat down, breast-fed. His eyes were careful, staring at me who was seriously working.

I only realized when I smelled the scent of a perfume so familiar that it pierced my nose. My nose sniffed the scent and while searching where it came from, I saw Dion who was already sitting on the chair.

"You have broken the law of entering the private zone without permission," I cried indifferently melting strange tones in my heart. Dion's appearance was different than usual. This time it is fresher, although his daily life always seems perfect. "I want to go on a date" I muttered in my heart.

"What's? What's clear, Ren?"

Ofs! Dion can hear the sound of the ring?

"Eh, what did I just say? Don't embarrass you," my lady.

"Well, you were just muttering. It's just not clear I heard."

"You've come here to do what, haven't lost sight of you yet" I said. Shocked, I almost frowned.

I want to kidnap you, yesterday you agreed to accompany me to find a flower dress for Raisa," Dion reminded

"Oh," my mouth immediately rounded. "When is his birthday?"

"Tomorrow,"

"Hem, as long as you can pay the ransom for my exclusion, I'm okay." I said.

"On that, my pocket is pretty safe. So, no need to worry. Just this time I heard the kidnapped one was being held for ransom" he said.

"Sama, I also just this time know, the kidnapper marked the victim directly," I said.

"Yes, yuk! Before being caught by the boss. His abduction failed,"

"Obviously failed, kidnapped him in broad daylight, where rame again," I said to his gokil.

I grabbed my sling bag that was draped on the back of my chair. When I was about to pass Dion, the rope stuck in the corner of the table. Because of my sudden movements, I lost my balance. I almost hit the back of the couch, if only Dion hadn't caught my body.

I fell down and hit Dion's body on the couch. For a moment in shock, we looked at each other. Obviously I saw the well in his eyes, which was pacifying. For the umpteenth time, the tones in my heart kicked irregularly.

Fortunately, that feeling only instantly hypnotized my mind. I hurriedly removed myself with a reddened face like a boiled crab.

"Eh, I'm sorry," I said I couldn't help but be ashamed.

"Ih, you're heavy too, crisp." he said to his arm that was stricken by my body's weight.

"Be careful dong. fortunately there is me, if not you will grow potatoes..," heard the chant the shame in my heart gradually disappeared.

"So it didn't go" I urged.

"Patience of a minute, napa. This arm is still tingling" he said as he moved his arm up and down.

"It's definitely not tingling, who knows the scuffles hit the back of the sofa," I said then I checked his elbow. Sure enough, his elbows were bruised and his skin was peeling.

"Udah, ntar also healed," I added.

"Thank you, yeah." I immediately preceded Dion out of my room. It feels like the air is always suddenly pengab if we are one room. There is AC. What is it with you, my soul. Why do I look as if I'm seeing a luminescent glow of colors circling around, Dion.

"What about this one?" dion asked after we were at one of the children's clothing stores.

"It's not suitable for you, Raisa." I circled the shop, looking at some of the displays. My eyes fell on a mannequin, which was wearing a flower dress but the material was soft and fell off.

It seemed like it was more suitable for Raisa, who always wanted to move freely. Rather than an organza dress, which is too fluffy it can limit the motion of Raisa.Different from the dress made of silk, which is worn the mannequin.

Although the model is simple, it looks elegant with a terraced bottom cut and sweetened with fine wrinkles so that the dres looks full and fluffy. The blue ice color is very suitable with Raisa's skin, which is white.

"What if this one. It seems to fit in with the cheerful character of Raisa." I said. Dion watched the dress for a while. It seems like he thought of something. Then he nodded.

"Very good.I agree. Your choice is very exotic. I like it too." He then called the shopkeeper.

"Can I help you, sir?" tanyanya friendly.

"We're gonna take this."

"Okay, Sir. Please go to the cashier, I will pack the goods first," said the waiter was friendly while giving us a paper to hand over to the cashier.

"Your choice is very, very good" whispered Dion as we stood in front of the cashier.

"Hopefully, Raisa likes it" I said.

"He must have liked it. Especially if he knows you chose him."

"Hem, what's so special about choice, me," I said.

"Egh, maybe he feels special because on this seventh birthday. His voice was chosen by a mother instead of her father" I was stunned to hear Dion's words.

"You're overreacting, too much" I said. Looking in the other direction. Remember Raisa who never felt the love of a mother. I felt my eyes glaze over and didn't want Dion to know. My motherly instincts were successfully piqued by Dion's words.

"I'll say that this dress is for you. Hey, what's wrong with you?" he was surprised to see my attitude suddenly change.

"Ah, not papa. Just a flickering aja. admitting dust kali." I tried to avoid Dion's glare.

"Yep, we're somewhere else. I also want to find a present for Raisa." But, Dion's arm has blocked my arm.

"What's up, Crispy? You don't lie to me if I have offended you" Dion's eyes shut me up so that my eyes wouldn't be free to dodge.

"There really is nothing. It's just that my heart was glad to remember Raisa who never felt the affection of a mother. I don't know, I just suddenly ...." I didn't continue my words. It felt like all the words were stuck in my throat.

"Hem, I get it. Thank you for your sympathy." Dion looked at me more and more, for the umpteenth time I was moved by that gaze.

"Well, what gift would you buy for Raisa. I'm sure he'd be happy to take it." Dion finally diverted also the somewhat awkward atmosphere between us.

"Maybe a doll," I said to the idea.

"As much as you are."

"Then we go to the store. Maybe there is a suitable one there," I said.

"Come," Dion grabbed my hand and stuck me in the direction of the shop I was pointing at. For a moment my blood rippled. Huh! What the hell is this, for a long time I could have a heart attack if every day close to him. *****