You're Not the First

Jeolus

Basofi pulled out the menu book in front of Sofiyah who was sitting next to him while looking at the state of the restaurant they had been to this time. The place is quite comfortable with decorations made as if we were in spring. With replicas of cherry blossoms scattered in several corners and poles. As if bringing visitors to Japan.

Seats that are quite far apart and a unique partition of wood with bush ornaments also make the atmosphere calm because between one visitor and other visitors will not be disturbed and have privacy like in the VIP room.

Aya who was busy looking around was not aware if her husband asked her to choose a menu for his dinner. Until the menu book touched his hands several times then he turned to Babas who was also watching him. The pair of eyes of the husband and wife who were unintentionally staring hurriedly turned their eyes. An awkward feeling rippled between the silent actions of the two.

" Sushi roller tuna same ramen yes brother" said Sofiyah at the waitress who came to them.

"Drink?" Ask the mother who wears an apron plus a hat.

"White water, sister" replied Sofiyah, smiling at the waitress.

"That's it" replied Basofi, who ordered no food at all. He had already ordered his favorite coffee latte. It was like eating one plate together but prestige because he was the one who started this cold war.

The newlywed couple sat down while holding their cell phones. Fun surfing in cyberspace forgetting the person next to him. Until the waiters come to bring the food that has been ordered.

There were only two menus presented making Sofiyah turn to Basofi to ask why not order food but his words stuck in the esophagus. He wanted to share food but was afraid of rejection. Finally, the little-eyed beauty decided to eat alone and was ready with a spoon in hand.

The sound of the footsteps of high heels getting closer to the second table but they did not realize it.

" Hallo honey long time no see "A beautiful woman in her twenty-five years with fashionable makeup and thin makeup greets Basofi by embracing the man's shoulder then kissing his cheek. Sofiyah's husband was surprised but could not dodge because he did not know anything and was immediately attacked.

Basofi turned his head and found the girl who used to warm his bed but he forgot her name. Not to mention the surprise of another woman appears behind the fashionable face beautiful and minimalist. This girl had mature skin and her face looked sweet. The girl leaned her lips to kiss Basofi's lips in contrast to her face and she looked more aggressive than the first.

But this time Basofi can avoid it by pressing the sweet black forehead so as not to get close to his face. This one he forgot what his name was.

"Whats wrong babe? We haven't seen each other in a long time. I miss you baby...!" The sweet man was not satisfied because he could not get a kiss from the man who had filled his days.

"I'm married. This is my wife" she said, holding Sofiyah's hand, who was as surprised as her husband and just kept silent to see what was happening before her eyes.

" No no.... I don't believe it!" Said the beauty who was now sitting in front of Sofiyah.

"I agree with you. Don't lie babe! You're not the one who's willing to commit to marriage" said the sweet one who sat next to his friend and right in front of Basofi.

"At the same time you are not like a married couple" Sweet who saw the interaction of Basofi and Sofiyah did not see any familiarity like a couple. There is only awkwardness between the two.

"I don't believe"

"Me too!"

"Wait a minute, isn't he your secretary of honey?" The beautiful girl made up thinly remembered Sofiyah when visiting Basofi a few days before her friends were not allowed into the company owned by the Basofi family.

"I'm sorry, I want to go to the toilet for a while" said Sofiyah, whose chest was tight from being cornered as they began to realize she was just a secretary.

" Wait baby!" He held Sofiyah's hand so as not to leave her with the two women.

"She was lashing out at me because her emotions were unstable. Understand she's pregnant...." Spontaneously Babas said it but those who heard it were of course shocked and each of them frowned.

Likewise with Sofiyah who even wanted to hit her husband's head so as not to just origin when talking. Cooking just sleeping last night can make her pregnant. That doesn't make sense, he thinks.

Sofiya let go of Basofi's hand and grabbed his bag then left them in a hurry. Not the toilet but the restaurant exit

"I hope you can respect yourself and let's forget each other. Even if we meet someday pretend we never know each other." Basofi gave a lecture before leaving the two women.

"Darling wait!" Basofi is not ashamed to be the center of attention in that place. Running after the wife who seems to be jealous. Fortunately, when the food came, he had left his card to pay for their food so that now he could go to Sofiyah who could not run far from him because his legs were not as long as Basofi's.

The two girls saw the man who tried to catch up with the girl in a closed dress and wearing a veil over her head in a hurry. The thing they never felt because Basofi was a male player who did not need to ask someone to come because it was precisely girls like them who came alone and offered themselves. So no one dares to try to sulk let alone snack and expensive selling snobs on him.

They even have a wa group to cycle through Basofi so it never collides when it comes to his company. They have their own schedules when it is time to visit Basofi.

They did not only play with Basofi but with several men at once but they lost Basofi which is different in nature to most men who had spent the night or just stopped in their apartment.

According to them the game of Basofi is smooth and fun. Pamper the woman first before fulfilling her own desires. He's not stingy at all either. Meet their needs on a reasonable scale because he does not like excessive women.

Still according to them, Basofi also does not like to drink and go clubbing. He's a busy guy who can make time for women who come to him just to deliver him shopping or go to the hotel and apartment owned by the girl.

Basofi had never once invited a girl to his own apartment for fear that she would find out.