Forced to Become an Actor
Go to Bali

Alea sat in front of her apartment lobby to wait for Tristan's arrival, who she said had already visited here.

5 Minutes passed, but Tristan did not come, so Alea was tired of standing up and chose to sit down.

Alea held onto her stomach, she was in a bit of pain because today she had just gotten her monthly guest. Alea was indeed used to this, he was like a helpless person if menstruating on the first day.

Alea narrowed her eyes as she looked at the car that had stopped in front of her. A man in a white shirt and black material pants came down, then walked over to Alea.

"Alea, what's wrong with you?" Tristan asked while helping Alea stand up.

Alea shook her head. "There's nothing, sir. I just had a little stomachache" Alea replied honestly.

Tristan rubbed the sweat on Alea's forehead gently, it managed to grab the attention of the figure of the man who came with Tristan earlier.

"You're very lucky, sir." Inner Mondy miris.

Mondy opened the door for Tristan and Alea, and she helped put the woman's suitcase in the trunk.

After they felt everything was in order, they went to the airport. Their flight is 1 hour and 30 minutes away, and Tristan intends to take Alea to breakfast at the airport later.

"Alea, what's that sick?" tristan asked while holding Alea's stomach.

Alea flinched, she immediately distanced Tristan's hand from above her stomach.

"No, Sir. Just a little bit sick," Alea answered nervously and embarrassed at Mondy who must have seen Tristan's behavior just now.

Tristan was bearded, the man suddenly gave a kiss on Alea's forehead affectionately.

Alea was surprised, even his eyes opened wide, but a moment later he somehow closed his eyes.

Mondy saw it all, he held the steering wheel in full force and then honked the horn a little rough.

Tristan and Alea regained their senses, Alea hurriedly turned her gaze towards the streets.

"What's wrong?" ask Tristan.

"So someone crossed all of a sudden, sir. I was surprised" Mondy replied lying.

There is no way Mondy said that she was upset to see Tristan kiss Alea, she could have been killed by Tristan right then and there.

Without feeling finally they reached the airport, Alea and Tristan did not forget to say goodbye to Mondy who had to stay there to do other Tristan tasks.

"Sir Mondy, we go first. Too bad you can't come, but you're a big help to my job." Alea said with a smile.

"Yes, Miss. I want that too, but the tasks here don't let me." Reply Mondy flat and cold.

Tristan and Alea leave after saying goodbye to Mondy. The two did not go to the departure gate immediately, because Tristan invited breakfast.

"We have breakfast so that your stomach doesn't hurt anymore, Alea." Tristan said with great attention.

Alea just nodded her head, she received the breakfast Tristan gave her and started eating it slowly.

"Is there a cure so that your stomach pain can be resolved, if there is a better buy now." Tristan said on the sidelines chewing.

"No need, sir. I'm used to this when I get monthly guests." Alea refused.

Tristan suddenly coughed after hearing the remark from Alea just now. He took a drink and tried to catch his breath.

"Sir, are you okay?" ask Alea slowly.

Tristan nodded. "Yes, I'm good." Tristan replied briefly.

***

It is almost 3 hours drive that Alea and Tristan take to arrive at Ngurah Rai international airport. Alea did not want the plane because the trip was quite short, but at this time he felt uncomfortable with his stomach.

Tristan knew that, so he immediately invited Alea to go to the hotel that would be their place to stay.

"After this you rest, Alea. Jesus, your face is so pale" Tristan said as she gently rubbed Alea's face.

Tristan did not reply, he took a bottle of mineral water and gave it to Alea.

"Drink first." Tender Tristan said.

Alea accepted it, she drank a little water for the better.

"Thank you, sir." Alea said slowly.

Tristan nodded, he drank water from the same bottle as Alea, which of course made Alea glare.

"That's my ex, sir!" yell Alea warned.

"I know." Timpal Tristan lightly, as if not to bother if they drink from the same bottle.

Alea sighed, choosing to be quiet instead of the chatter later even heard by the taxi driver who now takes them to the hotel.

30 Minutes passed, they reached Seminyak area, where Tristan will meet later tonight, until the next few days.

Ramada encore by Wyndam, one of the hotels that Tristan made as their place to stay for several days. He had also made a reservation before, so they just had to take the key and go into the room.

Alea frowned as Tristan gave her the key, but did not let her go to look for her own room.

"Sir, I have to find my room." Alea said slowly.

Tristan did not answer, he pulled the woman's hand into the hotel and did not forget to turn on the lights with the access card he got.

"Good morning, Mr and Mrs. Here's your suitcase, hopefully enjoy the holidays." Said the hotel maid who was carrying both of their belongings.

Tristan gave the waiter a tip, and after the servant left, he closed the door.

"Sir, I don't want to sleep in the same room." Alea said directly.

Tristan chuckled, he approached and kissed the pale lips with tenderness and feeling.

"I didn't do that, Alea. Your room's over there," point Tristan to a door in the corner.

Connecting room, it turns out Tristan booked the room. What's the point, why waste money doing this.

Alea did not want to bother, he finally decided to go into his own room using the key that Tristan gave.

"Alea." Call Tristan.

Alea turned his head, he had already opened the door and was ready to enter.

"Don't lock the door." Tristan said with a big smile.

Alea did not reply, the woman immediately entered without intending to ask Tristan's intentions just now.

After seeing Alea enter her room, Tristan grabbed her phone and contacted her employees at the Bali branch.

"Demand the meeting for tonight to Monday, and please extend in this hotel to 10 days."

Tristan closed his call, he deliberately extended his time in Bali, from 5 days to 10 days. Tristan of course has a purpose to do that.

WHAT'S THE GOAL, MR TRISTAN???

Be connected...........................

THE VISUAL!!!!

Tristan Sagara Kusuma

Azzalea Quinera