Beautiful Teacher Trapped by Sacred Promise Bond
CHAPTER 82. THE CHAIR IS UNCOMFORTABLE

Still the same as a few hours ago, Lesya is still not struggling in Liam's room. Several times, he glanced at Liam who looked unmoved and busy with a flat screen in front of him.

He really feels bored. He wanted to scream in the room so that it felt a little crowded.

"Better I nyepu, mopping, drain the bathroom, if I need sea water I drain than have to stay here... Huuuff". Time and again Lesya threw a rough breath. That was all he could do to vent his frustration.

"Can you make me a cup of nescafe capuccino ?" Liam's orders suddenly. From earlier he noticed Lesya's movements that looked uncomfortable. Sometimes he smiled faintly to see the woman dead fleas in his room.

Lesya who heard the command, without warning immediately turned her head.

"Good" Lesya said without thinking much. It's better for him than sitting on the couch. Makes his ass feel hot.

Then he stood towards the dispenser that was also in the room. In the room there is also a mini refrigerator located under the dispenser cabinet.

Sesachet nascafe that Liam pinta, he grabbed from the cup and poured into a beautiful cup. Not to forget he added hot water to be a delicious capuccino coffee.

"Uuh,, it smells good again. Make me cold as well" Lesya's inner self and repeatedly gulped her saliva. Drooling because of his coffee, but he still remembered that the coffee he made, not for himself.

"Nescafe capuccino" Lesya said as she placed the coffee on a table next to Liam's laptop.

"Em" Liam's short answer.

Lesya turned herself to return to the sofa. But his steps came to a halt when Liam called him back.

"Lesya".

"Yes" then he turned his back.

"Please get me the HVS paper on that bookshelf".

Without answering Lesya directly to the shelf Liam showed. After that with his own initiative, he attached the paper" to the printer machine.

"It's been" said Lesya when she finished doing the order that Liam asked for.

He was back to sitting on the sofa. But again Liam called him.

"Lesya".

Lesya rolled her eyes puffed. "What else ??" He said a little annoyed.

"Now you dare to yell at me too huh... That's great" Liam said with a sharp eye.

"Oh, of course not. Where could I dare to yell at you. Hehe" Lesya said as she grimaced awkwardly.

"Here".

"Where ?".

"This is what I said".

Lesya put her foot close to Liam's desk again. And stand by Liam's chair.

Seeett's....

With one pull, Liam pulls Lesya until she sits on Liam's lap.

The surprised Lesya instantly widened her eyes. It feels like something's stuck in there.

Liam wrapped his hands around Lesya's stomach. Clutching Lesya's slender waist and flat stomach from behind. Makes Lesya unable to wiggle.

"I had a real heart attack for a long time. Astarghfirullah... It's apaaa again...The lump down there feels uncomfortable" cried Lesya's mind.

"Don't keep moving. You can wake up a lion that's still asleep there. You want to take responsibility for putting him back to sleep ?" Liam's words sound naughty. Makes Lesya shudder amusedly hear it.

He just kept quiet to hear Liam's nakala. "Woles heart,, wolesss..." Lesya's inner murmur, because her heart felt like it was beating fast. It was like running a marathon race.

"Help me finish that. Then put it for me. I want to rest a little bit" Liam said.

His voice was heard behind Lesya's ear. His breathing roared, hitting the nape of Lesya's neck. Make the fur of the romance bristles instantly.

"But sitting like this is really uncomfortable. Just rest on the couch" Lesya said.

Instead of listening, Liam even more tightened his embrace. Then leaned her on Lesya's back.

"Just do. Don't protest too much" Liam's orders as usual, authoritarian without accepting democracy.

The fragrant fragrance of Lesya perfume makes it comfortable. Makes him want to ask for more. But Liam tried to normalize his mind which began to be difficult to think clearly. He was still aware that this was the place to study. He still maintains his ethics, although he can do more in the room because his personal environment is already he key.

Different from Lesya. The cold sweat started to come out. His position made him unable to move. Moreover, there was someone who hugged him without loosening his hands for a single moment. Concentrate it distracted.

"Come on Lesya, focus... The sooner it's done, the sooner you can get out of his arms" Lesya thought, focusing her brain on a motor that had a problem with the engine. And that's all Liam's work.

*

"Hi" said Roy who suddenly appeared in front of Denis who was not focused because he was making bookkeeping for monthly records.

"Assalamu'alaikum" later Denis sounded jutek.

Roy smiled at the attitude of the jutek girl in front of him. "Waalaikumsalam" replied Roy.

"Back not really ?. It should be if fellow Muslims say greetings first". Tukas Denis's.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Want me to repeat ?" Said Roy.

Denis didn't answer.

"I ordered one tart cake ?..." Said Roy.

"His temple for today or tomorrow ?" Ask Denis.

"today".

"Oh, please wait. It just so happened that we were still making the tarts" Denis said.

"Today seems like a sweet sell, huh ?" Roy. "As it sells" he added in a voice he sidetracked. So Denis wouldn't hear it. He knew that the girl he was dealing with didn't like being teased. Although he always said honestly that came out of his presumptuous mouth.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah... A lot of cake today". Denis smiled in response to Liam's question.

"Eh, while writing something on the cake".

"Oh well, write on this paper. Later let me make the writing and decoration".

Roy grabbed the paper and ballpoint pen available at the cashier's table. He wrote something there.

"Please write this on it" Roy said, handing the paper over.

Happy Birthday to my beloved mother, the 50th. There were such words on that piece of paper.

"Oh, so is your mom's birthday ?" Ask Denis.

"Em" said Roy with his best smile.

"Okay, I saw the cake for a while, and I'll decorate it as best I can for your mama" Denis said.

"Thank you" said Roy. "Good daughter-in-law" he murmured again very softly.

And Denis throws a sweet smile to answer Roy's thanks. After that, go to the kitchen cafe.

"It's so sweet" roy muttered softly.

A few minutes later the cake was ordered. The cake for Mama Roy's birthday looks beautiful with an interesting decoration.

"Waaah... You see it's so beautiful" Roy praised.

"Well, is it ?... I intentionally made it look beautiful. This is for a special woman, right for you ?" Denis.

"You're right. My mom is a special girl. And there will be one more special woman I want to fight for" Roy said.

"Waauww... Who ?" Ask Denis enthusiastically. I don't know why he wants to know and just wants to know.

"You" Roy replied with a glance at Denis.

Hearing that Denis gulped his saliva violently. His eyes did not stop looking at Roy. He is still not aware of Roy's words that say he is the woman he fought for.

"I'll excuse you. I'll have dinner sometime, can I ?" ask Roy.

Denis then opened his eyes, to wake himself up. Then just smiled stiffly in response to Roy's invitation.

"Yes, I'll call. Thank ye. Assalamu'alaikum" Roy said goodbye.

"Yes, thank you back. Waalaikumsalam" Denis replied.

\_Start there is a yellow signal from Denis for Roy ya gaess...

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