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Longs

The aroma of cooking seduces my taste, Delon is still struggling with work while I enjoy the delicious cuisine of chef-style restaurant.

“There is a need again miss?” bargain the waiter who filled the water in my glass, then he stood at the back.

“No, thanks,” reject me.

My evening's show was over, my eyes glanced right left and decided to Delon's study.

“Sorry, Delon's workspace next door,” I was polite to one of the waiters.

“Let me inter alia,” bargain. I refused and asked for directions.

My step towards the direction the waiter showed me, passing through the modern design room and the luxurious hallway.

"Hm. like this,"

My eyes peeked through the half-opened door.

“Delon,” call me slowly.

“Log in,” late reply because I was already inside.

The man was still busy with his laptop screen without looking at me.

“Delon, stop for a moment,” I said by forcefully closing his laptop hoping he turned his gaze towards me.

Delon opened his laptop back which made me anxious.

“Do you not get bored your day just work,” my protest, I think he is too giving up all the time for work.

“In the meantime,” rejects still busy with a series of office affairs. Every now and then the net glances at mobile phones, definitely business work.

I snorted and chose to sit in the front seat of his desk.

“You don't even have time to laugh, it's so sad,” my quip who's been staring intensely, “Do you fear falling poor?”

Finally he glanced at me for a moment then smiled a little.

“Do you not want to enjoy your money?” my continue.

“I don't like foya-foya,” reply is flat, man named Delon is very difficult to persuade.

I'm leaning my face towards her,”I've heard people as rich as you hobby to nightclubs and hire girls, are you too?”

Delon's gaze sharpened. He did not like the girl in front of him talking according to his own head.

“Is your brain always this bad?”

“Sorry,hehe,” I chuckle at the response, not afraid but anxious to make.

“Do you accuse me?” reply sharp.

“H..No. gabe..Not at all, I just ask, come on answer,” said I who still urge.

“Not important,”

I finally gave up. Forcing it was a free act, actually I was just a fad.

“Are you not interested in enjoying your money for refreshing,” my god with the sweetest smile, hoping that it will melt.

“Not interested,”

“Are you in no way interested in a vacation or picnic to refresh your mind?” in response to finding the best idea, I can go with him to forget about the problem.

“I have not been interested,” reply is flat without expression.

Hmh! I was disappointed, it was hard to seduce him. He is the type that cannot be disturbed when working, the hardworking type.

Indeed the heck seeing the wealth he had could not just sleep-eye in the room, there must be a sacrifice comparable to his palace. But if the whole time is only to work monotonously once in his life, just the office and home or sleep and work.

“Are you happy to have a lot of money?" sindirku who was sitting quietly in the chair.

“Are you also happy with not having money?” reply with a satirical tone.

I breathed a rough breath, wanting to hit his head.

“Hey I don't have no money, my Papa can even give me more than enough,” I answer don't want to lose, “But I prefer a simple life,”

He looked at me fixedly, observing in detail from toe to toe, "Aren't you homeless?"

Geez, I think the homeless chatter is over in the car.

“I never said that, you're the one who misunderstood,”

“So you have a house," he said probing, "Then why refuse me to take you home,"

Why should the question of home, I deliberately want to hitchhike.I think a house this big will not bring much influence if adding temporary members.

“Can I not stay here?” my protest is hoping he will allow it willingly.

“I don't want to get into trouble, your parents will be anxious,"

“Pelit once,” reply I was disappointed.

He started to switch from his laptop screen, walking slightly closer towards me.

“Don't say you ran away,” guess right.

“I've been wrong to help you,”

I snorted annoyedly then looked at him with a very close distance, “You calculation once,”

“I don't want to be called a child kidnapper,” replied expressionlessly, whereas to me it was funny.

I'm just chuckling, “Who says you're a kidnapper, anyways I'm not a kid maybe you're too old,”

“Look at your body, do you rarely eat,” his taunts.

He insulted my tiny body, but Brian thought it was cute. Why Brian.

“Why?”

“What's why,” reply I'm upset, “Do not talk about me or my family,”.

She was watching my face, like being aware of the changes I was showing, “Nona, why are you so easily sad and laugh as you please? Your mood's hard to guess,”

“You make me sad," I shouted. I just wanted to scream no more.

"I," She pointed to herself, looked at me confusedly and then ruffled her hair in frustration.

"Well, tell me who reminds me of them" I wiped the clear circle, before I was not a whiny girl.

The man linked his two thick eyebrows, “Aren't they your family? What's your problem,”

"The story is long and complicated, you want to hear it?" I wish I had an answer yes.

He nodded, accepting my offer.

“Can you find a solution?” my door is hoping for more

“If I can afford,"

I took a deep breath to prepare my heart to be strong enough.

“I was disappointed with my sister, the whole corner of my house made me hurt," I stopped, looking at the face of the man in front of me who was still interested in listening.

“A very dear sister I have the heart to be in a relationship with my lover, until.” my voice hangs, it feels heavy to pass the next sentence.

“Up to what?” tanyanya.

“She's pregnant,”

Delon exhaled slowly then looked at me pitying, do I look pathetic.

“Don't cry anymore, you can stay here" he said. She swept my tears with her hands, soft and soothing.

“Really?” my question is reassuring, my eyes are already sparkling cheerfully.

He nodded again, this time with a faint smile on his face.

I immediately buried my head in her chest, hugging her tightly until my nose could smell her perfume.

“You're that happy? Instead of crying, I told you you were hard to guess,”

No matter what the comment is, I am quite happy to find a place to escape as comfortable as this. Not because of his magnificent place but the man in front of me who is good.

“Let it go, because I enjoy my life unlike yours,” reply I let go of his embrace, like getting a Big Brother.

“Are you happy?" delon asked with a probing look.

“Sure, I used to be very happy before him.”

“Ssst,” her index finger stuck to my lips, "No need to continue,”

I nodded in agreement like I had a helper god sent specially for me.

“Delon,” call me hoping he turns his head.

“Hm,” he answered briefly while returning to focus with his laptop after a long negotiation with me.

“I don't bring any clothes and stuff,”I reply grimly hope he got the best idea to bring my stuff in the old house without causing drama.

“I'll take care of it,”

I drew closer to him, leaning in to see every perfect curve on his face, “You would seriously have people take my things at home, but if they refused or introgated many things how?”

“Who said would take in the old house?” he answered by stopping the activity for a while, he looked back at me until our faces were a few centimeters away.

“You said earlier, you fake giver of hope when I was happy earlier,” my sigh was upset and then sat on the bench in front of his table.

“I'm not lying," he replied with a pause, "You can say whatever you need,"

“You mean buy it again?” I widened my eyes.

“Sure, anyways your old clothes are also not much different from the one you wore this morning,” he said later.

I was a little furious, he insulted my ugly shirt.

“You insulted my shirt? just let it matter that I'm comfortable wearing it," I replied wryly.

“No, it's just that the shirt is faster on your body,”