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Command

“Ya I'm with,”

“Serious,” I said with a sparkle.

My mind was busy sorting out some of the options of places that were convenient. I thought soothingly sitting by the lake then crying as much as possible, but there was no lake nearby. The second option to the beach and I can shout as loud as I enjoy the pounding waves, it is beautiful but this city is not a southern coastal area. Especially besides there are malls scattered in various places, saturating.

“Where?” delon asked, his gaze straight ahead.

I turned my head, “More,”

The time is several minutes, but there is no recommendation of the best place.

“Your little brain just chose a place to waste time,” his mouth blew my mind.

“Indeed you have a suggestion?” my many.

Delon did not answer, only his hand turned the steering wheel to the right. A glance at my pupils examined his flat expression.

“So no suggestion nih?” my ul.

“Silence,”

I scowled then grunted, immediately after he passed through the ranks of shophouses and entered the area row of famous restaurants with foreign specialties such as Japan, Korea, China and various other countries. He parked the car and my eyes spelled the script in front with the name Ice cream Angel.

“Es Cream Angel?” my many.

Slightly entertained by the name of the nyleneh in the choice, indeed the seller is as beautiful as an angel or aroma like food khayangan.

Delon invited me in, it turned out to be an automatic glass door and in front was a statue of a waitress who welcomed me.

“Good,” I said. The theme is quite rare, and I find it interesting.

My eyes are still observing the design of the room with cloud wallpaper in the sky gives a bright impression, in the corner there are beautiful fake flowers and a shiny white floor. While Delon sat on the bench after the waiter put the menu book.

“You like ice cream?” his eyes focused on the menu.

I grin, “Very, you too?”

The man shook his head, “Alya likes,” he said.

“Oh so,” I spelled every character in the menu book, as soon as my eyes rounded to see the price priced for a bowl of ice cream.

“Why?”

“That's expensive,” I said, I think it's enough to buy dozens of ice cream bowls in the store next to the flower shop.

But the price is not a problem for Delon, even though dear but I still order a medium size chocolate ice cream while Delon ordered a mini size vanilla flavor.

Not long the order is ready, presented on a table that is so tempting. I immediately put it in my mouth. The instant my eyes sparkled, something cold melted perfectly in the mouth.

“Enak once,” I said.

“You are exactly with him,” he said.

I heard faintly, as he uttered with low volume. However, I did not care because I was too focused on enjoying the cold ice that melted in my mouth with a good taste. While Delon, he scoops with lazy ice cream in the bowl.

“Sadly, ice cream is left to melt,” my exus, glancing at it that does not taste.

“Hm,”

In an instant the ice cream in my bowl had run out, leaving only an empty bowl with a spoon. While the bowl of the man in front of me was only touched a little. I glanced at him, but he stared back.

“Sweetie,” lamented as I stared pityfully at the neglected ice cream.

Delon did not reply, only glaring at me at a glance and then paying for two bowls of ice cream.

“Live home?” I said.

“Hm,” sahut then step quickly towards the car. I tailed walking behind him far away, my steps too short to keep pace with Delon.

While Delon's phone was vibrating, there was an incoming call from Daffan and he asked Ella for her condition. He was going to stop by the hospital, but was canceled because I was going home.

“Delon,” call me hard because he always responds flatly.

“Hm,”

“You are always cold, I am saturated,” I said and afterwards reluctant to invite him to talk first.

And for a split second I was silent, just focused on listening to Vera Lynn's romantic We'll Meet Again.

On the other hand, Delon did not bother with any song I chose and he remained focused on driving. Every now and then I glanced at his flat expression but it seemed cool and handsome.

“Do you never have a lover,” I just open my mouth, I can not be silent for a long time. Outside of the traffic jam while Delon was focused on the road, he was not distracted by the personal questions I asked.

“No,” he said later, after I pursed his lips and successfully he glanced at him.

“Why? Is no one at home with your cold attitude?”

“Better silence than short life,” sahutnya with flat tone.

I choked, looking at him in horror. What is a threat?

“You're gonna kill me?”

She smiled, “You think I'm a killer, if you talk a lot I don't focus on driving, do you want an accident,”

I chuckled amusedly, already imagining the nothing-unlike murder scene I watched then his corpse was thrown into the abyss to disappear the trail.

“What's in your little brain?”

“No,” cetusku then a little singing follow the strains of the song in the car.

Delon was just shaking his head when his tanned netra saw my behavior.

“You look happy,” his words are satirical.

“Indeed,”

“As far as you are, as long as you don't cry,”

***

At Brian's apartment roared loudly, his hand throwing the thing he saw into the glass. This time he got out of control, after returning home from the hospital his mind raged.

“Olivia!” he shouted while holding a vase of flowers that would be the target of his rampage.

The weather is quite bright, sunlight is visible through the glass. And on the balcony, he used to enjoy the morning sun before driving Olivia to the flower shop. He misses the moment with Olivia who is too beautiful. In addition, his brain was still recording the arrival of the woman he loved with another man, and instantly his heart was hot. He doesn't want to touch someone else.

“I'm sorry, Olivia,” groaned and then bowed next to the bed. Sometimes he patted his own head and said he was stupid.

The phone in his pocket shook, his hand reached into it then opened the incoming chat notification. It turned out that the message he did not expect had to read.

*Thank you dear already nemenin me, you do not eat late yes.

- Yeah

*tick-necked?

Ella replied to him on the side of a sad emot so Brian was forced to dismiss his laziness to type.

I'm a little busy, just arrived at the apartment. Yes, you have rested.

*Honey, love you.

Brian spelled the message lazily, especially he had to reply to Ella's words. If it wasn't for guilt, he would have been reluctant to marry the woman.

- Love you too.

After he finished replying he threw the phone to the bed violently, occasionally he shouted loudly venting his emotions.

This time his apartment was a mess with broken glass items, he smiled with satisfaction then called someone to clean up and he himself intended to go out looking for a bottle of whiskey.