Touch Me Slowly's

Paris

"Good day, Mr. Donal."

"Siang, how? Is there any news yet?"

"Already, Sir. I'll send his last location to your cell phone number."

"Good." The call ended when a man on the other end turned off his connection first.

Not long after the incoming message from the man entered the phone branded fruit belonging to Donald. Seen there the location of a person complete with a photo of his face.

"I finally found you, Cel." Donal smiled happily as she recalled her conversation yesterday with the detective she hired to look for her woman's whereabouts.

He is currently preparing to go to the airport to go pick up his beloved who just disappeared from him. Donal is getting impatient to meet and miss Celin.

"Where are you going?!"

"Y-mother?" shocked Donald just opened the door to his apartment.

"Why? Shocked?" Dena pushed her son and went inside.

"Where are you going? Want to run away from Mom and Dad again?!"

"Well, what do you mean, Mom? I've got some work out of town, Mom. It's just about to go" said Donal reasoned.

"Halah .. alesan is you! Where's the girl you want to know Mom? How many days you spent in Jakarta but never came at home with your girlfriend!"

Donald is forced to re-enter the apartment near Dena, his mother. "Yes, be patient, Mom. Wait for me to come back, I'm actually taking him to see Mom and Dad."

"No, I don't trust you anymore, Nal! Yesterday you promised me you'd take her home from Kalimantan, right? Anyway now you pick up your girl, then bring her here! I don't want to know!" sahut Dena insisted.

Jeez ... This is how runyam like this, anyway? Donald's grouse is spinning the brain.

"Yaudah, that's why I picked him up first, ma'am."

"Eh, where are you going?!" hold Dena to see her son is about to move from there.

"Well, did he say to bring him here, Mom? Here I'm going to go get him" lied Donal.

Dena squinted her eyes, staring at the probing boy. "You want to pick him up?"

"Yes, Mom."

"No more boongin mommy?!"

"No, Ma. Not believing very, the same child himself.." said Donald with a face full of confidence.

"Yaudah, go get him! Don't wait a long time, I'm waiting at home with you!"

"Yes, yes." said Donald smilingly winning.

Dena frowned to see her son pull the suitcase from the front door of the apartment. "Trus why are you carrying all the suitcases?"

"Eh, let's go again, ma'am. I was waiting for my suitcase outside, anyway." Donald grumbled again not to carry his suitcase.

"Well if you dare lie to me again, mother lines you from the list of heirs!" threaten Dena walk ahead of Donald.

The man could only follow his mother from behind. No matter if he did not bring any clothes at all, most importantly Donald could quickly get out of the apartment and go to the airport. The plane leaves in half an hour.

"Don't be long, Nal!" screeched Dena before Donald left in his car.

"Yes, Mom. I don't want to be there long either, doain just let Celin want to come back here with me...." Donald gasped for the airport while watching his mother's car go in the opposite direction.

The journey to Paris took seventeen hours. Donald could not change clothes because he did not bring a change of clothes at all.

Fortunately he still had time to bring his wallet and passport earlier, if not .. I don't know what will happen to him in the country of the person.

Indonesian Language Speech changed to English

"Please to this address." Donald showed me an address the detective had sent from his cell phone.

"Good, sir." The car drove to the address Donald gave.

The man was getting nervous with a heart that was beating violently, soon he would meet Celin in this city.

Donald could feel that his hands were cold now. Either because the weather in Paris is winter, or because he who is nervous is extraordinary at this time.

Every now and then the mature brown man opens his phone screen, staring at the last photo the detective sent him. Donald smiled to himself with an impatient heart.

"We've arrived, sir." The driver pointed to Donald's address, to their right.

"This is her house?" tanya Donal noticed a simple house in front of her.

"Yes, Sir. That's his home address." Donald nodded and got off in the taxi.

"Thank you, sir" he said, giving money to the taxi driver.

The Indonesian language conversation was changed to English

Standing in front of the house that looked quiet, Donald came forward to approach the bell button and pressed it several times. Not a single person came out from inside.

"Aren't there people at home, Dad?" Donald rubbed his arm which was starting to get cold.

The man did not carry a coat and only wore long thin hand-shirts. How's this? I have to stay here until Celin comes home, anyway? It's cold again.

Donald tried to look around, hoping there was someone there. But nil, there's no one there.

The clock was already showing at eleven o'clock in the evening, and the weather was getting colder. People must have been sleeping or were in the house to warm themselves, Donal thought.

I'll just wait for Celin here, okay? Donal chose to sit leaning in front of the woman's house, while imagining Celin's pretty face.

Deep longing must still be Donald resistant because Celin may still not go home. Donald was made to wonder where the woman was now.

Is it possible that Celin already has a lover until he has not come home when the time is almost showing at midnight?

Donal hastily brushed off those annoying thoughts, even if she already had a boyfriend or anyone else. Celin is his, no one can have that woman but him.

The cold wind that suddenly blew made Donal's body shiver with coldness.

It's been an hour or so waiting there and there's no sign of Celin going home. Donald felt his wait might have been in vain, let alone that he was already so cold right now. His clothes were even wet with the splash of snow that fell quite profusely after the cold wind that blew earlier.

The man ended up falling asleep unconscious, until a woman wearing thick clothes, appeared in front of Donald.

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Who, well roughly 🤔

Next part, ok 🤭😁