There's No Title
New try
*our meeting was not a coincidence, but a written destiny.
Olivia Corliss*
***
I feel lucky to know him, at least I'm sure he's good. If not, how could he help me so far?
He's a Delon, looks cold outside but I can feel warm. I don't know if I feel comfortable.
Delon has a mood that easily changes similar to me, only he's a calm version while I'm the baddest version. Just look at the attitude of his feet when dealing with a laptop, but warm when helping me.
Amazing, one word that describes a Delon.
Sometimes he is very talkative and flat, but he also often displays his typical laughter.
I don't like it, but it's a kind of weird feeling I can't figure out. Have I known Delon before?
For a long time I began to saturate watching him play with a laptop and smartphone.
“Can I ask,” my question while busy counting how many times the net glanced at the phone, just a matter of work.
“Hm,” he replied briefly without turning his head.
“What will your lover not be angry if you accommodate another woman?” my question is to make sure, at a glance I glanced at the pose of his photo with women.
I floated an intense gaze, hoping to find a single lie in his eyes.
“I don't think of women,”
“You lied, your face is handsome,” I said while smothering my mouth. He must have had a big head.
“You are interested in me?” still with a flat tone.
“What? When did I say it? You're so confident,” my voice might sound nervous.
He just grinned, he never really was like this.
“I just think you're the kind of guy who likes to change women, because you're rich and handsome,”
Delon's gaze sharpened then he shook his head looking at me, “What are your thoughts always bad?”
I exhaled softly, choosing not to interfere with his person.
“hm..maaf” said, “Why are you so kind to me?”
“I just pity you,” he replied lightly.
I snorted in annoyance then cursed him inwardly.
“You're too much once, I don't need mercy,”
He fixed the folds of the shirt on his arm, featuring seductive fine feathers. Ah would love to pluck out her hand.
I often wrestle spoiled and pull out the fine fur in Brian's hands.
“Hey, you're a dreamy hobby once,”
“Hah.apa,” my birthday, he talked to me earlier.
“Don't show stupid face,” kekehnya slowly.
I pouted with folded hands.
“I'm just kidding,” he continued, “I've had people find all your needs,” he explained after taking his eyes off the laptop.
“You are so kind, you were indeed sent to be my helper god,”
He squinted his eyes, "What your imaginary world is also that tall,”
“Hey indirectly I have praised you but your answer disappointed me,”
The man chuckled by showing off his distinctive smile, “Since the beginning you have indeed been strangely similar.”.
“Finish who?” I asked him to hear that he did not continue his sentence.
“Nobody,” reply is flat.
“Delon, I'm sleepy,” report me in a spoiled tone.
“Then?” he said it briefly without looking at me.
“I'll sleep,” I replied while yawning.
He wanted to call the servant, but I refused.
“Call who?” manya curious.
“Servant, to clean up your room,”
“No need, I can do it myself,” prevent me while shaking hands.
I came out of his study through a luxurious hallway with a touch of gold color as well as a large room with a magnificent modern design. I forgot the direction of my room.
“Mbak,” call me to the sweet black-faced girl wearing a maid outfit, coincidentally passing in front of me.
“Nona call me,” reply courteous.
“Can I drop you off to my room?” my door.
“Good miss,” reply while walking towards my room.
Arriving at the room I immediately poured myself into the queen size mattress inside, it felt like just sleeping could help me turn away from the real world for a moment.
***
In another room he was still busy struggling with an endless barrage of office work.
He also checked the incoming emails and monitored several important projects from home.
From earlier his eyes focused on the screen while his finger occasionally typed a message on his smartphone.
At lunchtime, he immediately darkened the screen and closed his laptop.
“Prepare me for lunch,” her word on the phone.
Sontak chef and some people in the kitchen are busy making the most delicious cuisine for him. The kitchen is crowded just because of lunch.
Delon is already sitting at the dining table with various menus on the table, it does not take long all the favorite menus are presented.
There were a few maids standing behind him with a thump, as if waiting for the jury's judgment at a cooking contest.
“Drink,” his word. Deftly the waiter gave a glass that had been filled with water.
He bribed a mouthful without commenting, meaning that the food fit on his tongue and the waiter could breathe a sigh of relief.
After he finished he left a lot of leftovers, there were even some menus that had not been touched by his spoon.
“Servant,”
“Yes, Sir,” replied the approaching waiter.
“Clean room, make sure all neat as I will rest for a while,” the order then.
“Good, Sir,” replied the waiter politely then headed straight for the room deftly, making sure every inch of the room did not cause any discomfort to the Master.
Finally he pressed the elevator button to his room upstairs.
While he was asleep I blinked my eyes, glancing at the wall clock in the guest room. It does not feel like an hour of sleep in a comfortable bed.
“Excuse me miss,” said the waiter knocked on my room door.
I got off the bed, with my hair disheveled yet to meet the comb after waking up, my hand opened the door to see a voice calling outside.
“I'm dropping this off, Miss,” said the butler.
My eyes focus on the people behind who carry a pile of boutique quality clothes, high heels various models and makeup tools artist class.
“Bring in,”, I'll politely end the thank you.
Now I'm forced to refuse because I need clothes and other equipment.
I researched the dress with a kelem color, as well as the model that did not open. He seems to understand that I don't like to show my curves.
