Destiny In My Life's

Destiny In My Life's
Sulking


...Happy Reading's...


...❤️...


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The next day at 7 o'clock less people were at the airport.


Some artists also came home the same day but different planes. So the fans choose to come to meet their idol even if only briefly.


Misha glanced back for a while before walking into the crowd of many people. For sure they will pass it because only that road is safe.


Maybe only a few people who know misha because misha is not an artist who often enters television. She is only known to fans of projects alongside their idols in photo shoots.


While glancing back he saw the real Riyan the one youth was currently sulking. They had just met but were angry, big boy. Her thought.


The flashback


In the evening the four of them had dinner together at the restaurant in the hotel rooftop.


It turns out that Riyan is also staying at the same hotel as Misha. He found out when he came home from the mall.


"By add 3 days here all of us vacation together". Said Riyan in a pleading tone.


Misha frowned hearing Riyan's words arriving.


"Mba Maya let go home with Angga, yayaya pilsssss". Further.


"I have a lot to do, next time". Reject Misha.


"Ck, come on by mumpung now we're here. 3 days only".


"No. My schedule is full for a few days ask Maya, right mba??". Misha asked Maya as her manager.


"Yes, what should I show you??". Maya Sahut.


"Take-out".


"No need". Cut Riyan with a firm tone his face looked annoyed.


Misha sees Riyan's change but has no intention of persuading, if persuaded she herself will surely lose to the end of the end according to what Riyan wants.


Honestly, these days misha does have a very solid schedule. Can not be changed at all, even Mami Vita also every month again check Misha's own schedule from the file that Maya sent on the orders of mami.


Flashback end


The plane will leave soon. The four of them sat in business class with Misha sitting with Maya.


Riyan was still sulking and chose to sit down with Angga. But he still noticed Misha from a distance especially when Misha was at the airport earlier. It made Misha smile her own smile.


Even Maya who usually did not dare to talk about the subsidiary owner of the company, now even gossiped together with Misha to talk about Riyan's childlike attitude.


"Let mba, later tired of sticking alone. If not, Misha will lose". Misha exclaimed as it is.


........


5 J more travel from Thailand to Indonesia. Finally they arrived at Soekarno Hatta airport safely.


After picking up the suitcase in the trunk. They went home with the driver who had picked them up.


Returning from Thailand, Misha has permission to return to live in the apartment to Riyan's parents and his gratitude is allowed. They allowed it because in that apartment Misha could also be guaranteed safe.


Misha was also given a driver to pick her up while working.


In the car there is only Misha, Riyan and the driver who is driving. The atmosphere was very quiet no one started talking. Until Misha herself relented.


"Yan, you okay??".


"Egem".


Only Deheman who came out made Misha sigh resignedly. Right now he had to coax his big baby who was having a scourge.


But, Misha pending. He couldn't possibly persuade Riyan inside the car at the moment. Especially if there is a driver listening. Although it didn't matter to him Misha was quite shy about doing that.


Seeing the clock is at 2 p.m. They will also have lunch on the plane. But her stomach was hungry again.


Arriving at the apartment they entered with a few employees to deliver their luggage to the floor where Misha's room is located.


Riyan still keeps her things in Misha's apartment. But not too much just a few sets of office suits and casual wear and sleeping pajamas. Misha herself who always clean up everything neatly. In Misha's apartment and Riyan's apartment are still her personal belongings.


The moment Riyan walked into the apartment she herself made misha frown. "Tumbinz". His inner.


"Thank you, here's a tip for the mas". Misha said giving money as a tip to apartment employees.


"Thank you miss".


After the death of the apartment employee, Misha went into the room to clean up. Then plan to make spaghetti for the hungry panjal.


He makes spaghetti bolognese and ice cappucino. It is not difficult to get materials because before returning home, Mami Vita has informed that her apartment is ready to be occupied again.


The intention is that Misha will shop first to the minimarket below but when opening the refrigerator there are many complete arranged materials. There are even a lot of snacks in the storage cabinet. Know that Misha is indeed doyan nyemil, he thought while smiling his own smile.


Misha walks out of the apartment carrying a tray containing one plate of spaghetti and 2 glasses of ice cappucino to Riyan's apartment facing each other.


No need to knock on the door, Misha went straight in just by attaching an access card.


The apartment that was smaller than hers smelled the scent of perfume that riyan wore in one room. Misha slowly approached the bed when she found Riyan sleeping by turning her back to the door.


Misha smiled seeing him. He could make sure that Riyan slept after cleaning up the body judging from the second-hand clothes where he was. Even his old towels are on the bed.


"It's a habit to lash out always like this". Inner misha.


After finishing the misha walking closer to Riyan who was asleep but it can be guessed that actually Riyan just pura fell asleep when Misha entered the apartment.


Sitting at the end of the bed then stroking Riyan's head gently with feeling. "I know you don't sleep, I've made you spaghetti bolognese". Misha's words still continued to stroke Riyan's head.


"....". No answer or movement at all makes the misha smile again.


"If I don't wake up I spend, I also make your favorite ice cappucino, let's get up".


".....".


"I spent it myself". Misha wakes up wanting to leave Riyan. But a second later it was seen that Riyan woke up to sit himself while leaning on the bed.


Misha walked back carrying the tray she had brought earlier sitting in front of Riyan. On the plate there are 2 forks which means they eat a plate together.


When misha eats no hand movements from Riyan, inevitably misha has to feed her new big baby she opens her mouth.


The food is finished. Misha sees Riyan going back to sleep but quickly prevents Misha from sitting down first after eating.


"No, sit down and don't go straight to sleep. Or come with me to the apartment".


Misha exits the apartment Riyan enters into her own apartment with Riyan following from behind. His face still seemed lascivious not to speak a word.


Until until misha just geleng geleng head with the behavior of her lover. It could be his behavior even though he just refused to vacation because of a lot of work but lashed it up like that.


After washing the dishes, Misha did not see the whereabouts of Riyan even though she knew Riyan had entered her apartment earlier.


"Where is the big baby". Misha muttered looking into the room.


While inside Misha saw the balcony door open. The certainty of the big baby is there is a snack of course.


Walking towards the balcony, Misha saw Riyan sitting while holding a laptop. Not what he saw. But when he found out misha was approaching he immediately hurriedly closed it quickly.


"Again what??". Misha asked sitting on an empty sopa beside Riyan.


".....".


Not hearing the answer from Riyan made her stare towards the direction of Riyan who was leaning by staring towards the front.


Of course, over time Misha will be upset if silenced like that from now even from when they are still in Thailand.


Maybe Misha was patient but now no doubt, Misha was very upset.


"If you don't want to talk to me anymore, we don't talk forever. I'm busy too, so I rarely see you. Don't expect me to reply to a chat or pick up your phone". Misha said annoyed and went into the room.


Not long after the misha entered the room were heard footsteps quickly entered.


Tap, , tap, , tap, tap,


Riyan went into the room, looking around but did not see the newly entered woman. There was no sound of the door being opened/closed.


"By, baby, where are you??". The screams of Riyan echoed inside the room.


"......".


"Darling, , ". Scorching again.


"Ngapain you're yelling yell". Said misha standing behind Riyan with a sharp look as the young man turned his body after hearing Misha's voice.


As he entered the room, Misha stood by the window wondering how Riyan had reacted. He seemed to fit all of his guesses.


Bugs


Riyan hugged Misha tightly making the woman want to stagger back if Riyan himself held back.


"I'm sorry, I wrongly guaranteed you I'm just annoyed at not being able to vacation with you. I miss you by". Said Riyan in a soft tone. Her voice sounded very sad making Misha full.


"...".


"Hiks, , hyx, hyx".


Hearing Isak's voice cry, Misha let go of her embrace and then looked at Riyan who was crying.


"Loh kok crying anyway". Misha said frantically wiping away the tears that kept flowing down Riyan's cheeks. He just saw Riyan crying in front of him making Misha moved."Cup, cup, cup don't cry.".


"I don't want you to leave me, you don't want to talk to me anymore". His words are brick.


"Okay sorry I said that because you also guaranteed me". Misha re-hugged the riyan that she had been holding at the end of the bed.


They hugged each other without saying anything else until they felt Riyan calm down.


"Rest first, tomorrow you have to work, right??". Said misha tidying up Riyan's hair that was a little messy.


"Weekend".


"Then yes". Misha was a little surprised. Then seeing Riyan nodding like a child made misha anxious. "Weekend or not work is still work". Misha muttered softly.


"You work tomorrow by??".


"Yes, I'm working tomorrow. There's a magazine photo shoot". Misha's words made Riyan pout back. "You coming??". Tawar Misha's.


"Now". Said Riyan as fast as lightning.


"Now rest must be tired."


Riyan nodded then the two of them got into bed to sleep together just hugging each other without doing anything more.


Misha had believed that her lover would not harm a woman until she was cut off with kabul.


To be continued, , ,