Happy Ending's
Chapter 45: Alferd's Advice
"Fleurr. Come down .. We've reached your house." Darrel grabbed Fleur who was drunk and led him to walk towards the main door of the house. His body staggered and the girl smelled a very strong alcohol.
"I don't want to go home! I want to go back to your apartment!" Fleur rebelled and shook his body to escape Darrel.
In French, Fleur means flower, but Fleur is not a flower. Especially beautiful, charming, and fragrant flowers. She is a fallen flower. If only he did not have a rich and distinguished family, perhaps he would only be a wasted flower. But because his parents have wealth, position, Fleur is a flower that is dried and then sprayed perfume for room fragrances.
"Sir, please help Miss Fleur into her room" he said as soon as a maid opened the door.
"Darrell! Help me get on!" The man ignored her and pretended not to hear the screams of the girl he had known for the past four years. If it wasn't for him being good friends with Fleur's parents, he would have been reluctant to be his guardian. He was not accustomed to spoiled girls and adherents of hedonism (thoughts that consider the pleasures of material pleasures as the purpose of life). But on the other hand, Darrlel can't just ignore it. Because he did not get the attention of his parents and only get money from his mother's father, he became uncontrollable.
Darrel drives his car on the streets of Paris that never dies. Historic, modern buildings, Eiffel tower, Arc De Triomphe or what is in Indonesian called the triumphal archway, Versailes, and also blue-eyed girls, who for several years has become his daily friend in living life in the capital of the French country is very romantic.
The forty-five-year-old man stopped his car in the apartment parking lot. Apartment for the elite who will be treated to a beautiful view at night. The city lights have always been an amazing sight for tourists. Not to mention when opening the window, the iron tower (Eiffel) built at Champ De Mars on the banks of the Seine river will be presented in plain sight. Of course, the money spent is not small to be able to live in the exclusive building. But for Darrel, money is not a problem. But it was his heart that was troubled. Empty, empty at an age that is no longer young.
The elevator doors opened and Darrel stepped through apartment 1001. He paused for a moment in front. The laughter of the children and women he had met a few hours ago was heard from within. Looks like they're having jat lag. Difficulty adapting to a new place because of the clock difference is quite far. The city of Paris has a time difference of eight hours longer with western Indonesia. If in Indonesia it is now at 12:00 pm, then in Paris at 04:00 am.
After standing a few minutes before the door, he continued his steps toward his apartment at the end of the corridor. He pressed the room code and the door opened by itself. Arriving inside, he dropped himself on the sofa. With the lights turned off and only illumination from the city lights that entered through the window glass that was exposed, he opened a book that he had not heard how many times he had read.
Forgiveness is part of life
When we forgive others, we keep others alive
When we forgive ourselves, we will be spared death
Darrel exhaled and then went to refresh his body. At his age, his physique has not changed much. His body shape is well maintained, clean skin, and also the face that is valued by girls who even deserve to be his child. Money has a big impact on the owner. In fact, it can protect itself from getting older.
After finishing the bath, the man went into his room and laid his body which was only wearing underwear.
"Hello, Pa?" he started talking when the phone next to him rang.
"Are you asleep?"
"Just finished the shower."
"How are you?"
"Good."
"My mom and I want to go there."
"no need. I'll visit you when you're not busy."
"When?"
"When I have time."
"Your mother missed you so much!"
"It's up to you guys" he said one last time in a tone of dislike before he accepted the call.
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Tok ... tok ...
Outside the door of Keyla's apartment, a person knocked on the door very loudly and as if a debt collector was about to collect a debt.
Keyla opened her eyes that stuck between her upper and lower eyelids. He was still sleepy but wondered who was banging on his door. He looked at the wall clock in his room. At 10:00 in the morning.
The woman walked lazily, did not have time to tidy her face and also changed clothes. Let it. Thought Keyla was relaxed. In Paris, he knew no one. No brothers, let alone friends. So, maybe the one in front of his house is a stray person or a wrong address.
"Hey! Open door! Are you deaf?!"
Female voice?
Keyla hesitated to open the door. "There's something I can ban ...?" Undone Keyla spoke, the woman in front of him threw ice cream at him.
"www! What the fuck? Do we know each other? Have I ever done you wrong?" asked Keyla in shock. He did not feel familiar with the young woman in front of him.
"You're the parent of the kid who was yesterday soiling my shoes, right?! Don't dodge! I've asked the guards that he's your son!"
"Please speak slowly. My son is still sleeping." Keyla spoke as calmly as possible so that Fleur would not become more. But, it turns out that his guess was wrong. Fleur was unyielding to meekness.
"I don't care! You need to change your shoes!" Fleur threw his shoes at Keyla. He complained and the shoes were scattered on the floor because Fleur threw them with all his might.
"I'll replace it. But please calm yourself. I don't want my kids to wake up. They were exhausted" Keyla replied in a half-wrenching tone. He did not want the clouds to wake up. The last time one of his friends said that his mother was the widow of a man's husband, he beat the boy to pieces.
Of course what his friend said was not purely from his own thinking. Except from his jealous mother who was blind to Keyla in comparison, like the earth and the sky. Keyla who after having two children still has slender hips and precisely some parts of his body are getting denser and look prominent, make some guardian father students in droves come to school when there is a parent invitation event. And whose name is male, it is natural that they drool and are amazed to see the fresh. Moreover, if their wives at home have withered. Wilt because the owner prefers greener neighboring grass. In fact, it could be fake grass made of plastic!
"I don't care! I'll wait here until you change my shoes!" fleur shouted until some neighbors came out and saw what happened because they were disturbed.
The elevator doors opened and Darrel, still covered in sweat after a workout, was shocked to see Fleur at Keyla's apartment door. He also looked embarrassed when some neighbors noticed the two women.
"Darling ...." Fleur approached Darrel hugging his burly body.
"Pardon Fleur for bothering you" he told Keyla.
"I'm sorry for bothering you! Please forgive!" darrel continued while bowing towards the several neighbors who were standing in front of each other's doors. Not wanting to prolong the problem or fuss about something that is not important, they decided to go in and think that what happened was a family problem.
"Darling, why are you apologizing to them?" asked Fleur in a spoiled tone that left the man with a migraine attack for a moment.
"Let me take you down. Just be ashamed!" he replied with annoyance and dragged the girl into the elevator and towards the parking lot. There, there was the Fleur family driver waiting.
"Davids. Bring your non-you home!" Darrel forcibly inserts Fleur's body into the car. David followed his instructions. The man quickly returned to Keyla's apartment, which was still at the door.
"Please forgive Fleur for messing up" he said solemnly
"No need to apologize. I'll change his shoes. What apartment is your number? I'll deliver it to you after buying it" Keyla replied earnestly as she picked up the shoes lying on the floor. After all, Keyla was deliberately waiting for Darrel at the door because he had a premonition that the man was only driving Fleur to the parking lot.
As the woman bent over to pick up the shoes, Darrel's eyes caught sight of a pair of Keyla jewels that looked round, large, like they were about to fall. The man thought that Keyla never wore a bra while sleeping. And at once Darrel's chest skipped a beat as if to be dislodged. It felt like he had closed his eyes but the sight was too beautiful to pass up. She knew it was not the first time she had seen a woman's breasts that were not uncommon for the owner to remodel in such a way through surgery or botox injections to make them sexier than before. But according to him, Keyla's property is very different. Look month, chewy, and small circles in the middle was more prominent and tempting. Coupled with her innocent face after waking up but still beautiful and radiant.
"No need. I'll buy him a new one. Oh, ja. Which one's your apartment?"
"the very end." Darrel's index finger pointed at his apartment.
"alright. I'll visit you when I buy his shoes. I'm sorry to upset your girlfriend" Keyla said before closing the door. Fortunately yesterday the star told me that he spilled ice cream when he hit a woman. So, although a little shocked by Fleur's sudden arrival, he understood quite well when the young girl mentioned the shoes.
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"When have we had lunch with bread, Ma?" the clouds are still sleepy. His body felt sore and he felt like he wanted to sleep longer.
"Since you just woke up at three in the afternoon," Keyla replied putting hot chocolate in front of the Clouds and cold chocolate for the Stars.
"In a few hours we'll have dinner. Mama doesn't want her son to have stomach pains from eating heavily when he just wakes up."
"All of this is wrong time difference in our country and here that is too far. My body is used to waking up at seven in the morning. So, I was supposed to wake up at three in the afternoon in Paris."
"Huff. You have to learn to adjust your body, baby. Finish your breakfast, then take a shower. Stars want to bathe themselves or bathed?"
"Mandi himself. Binbin is not a child," he replied by biting a loaf of bread smeared with peanut butter and chocolate.
After preparing breakfast or rather an afternoon snack for her children, Keyla opened the laptop that was placed on the table. He then typed a brand of shoes in the search engine.
Whats? 50 million? Keyla made gawking by the price listed. He doesn't even know when he last bought new shoes. And that too Keyla will not buy if the price is above 500 thousand. The woman was very careful in spending money. Although both her parents-in-law bear the cost of living and also the education of her two children, Keyla did not want to go without making a penny.
But, after all, he had to change shoes which was actually okay. Hew...no defects or abrasions on Fleur's sepada. Still smooth lus luuussss .. without the slightest stain. But what else? Keyla promised to replace it.
He finally clicked on the shoe from the original website. Write the same size and color. After making the payment, he was quite relieved and somewhat stressed because for a pair of shoes, Keyla had to take his hard-earned personal savings.
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"Darling, are you going out to dinner?" ask Fleur over the phone but ignored Darrel who prefers to do his job in front of the computer.
"Darling? Why are you mad at me? Is it because of the shoes?"
"Hey! Answer me! Otherwise, I'll catch up to your apartment!"
"I'm busy today. Next time we eat. Stop calling me darling. You should have called me Om."
"I want to marry you! I'm not a problem!"
"Fleur, find a man your age."
"Eh, why did you change, anyway? Suddenly talking about this? Don't-don't .. Are you interested in other women?"
Darrel stopped his fingers typing on top of the keyboard. He took a deep breath and said to Fleur, "I'm busy. Let's talk next time. Okay?!"
The man turned off his phone and pressed his achy eyebrows. That girl, never made her days quiet. And in another place, there was someone who made his heart unsettled and overwhelmed with anxiety.
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The bell rang. As soon as possible Darrel walked towards the door and looked towards the monitor. Seeing who was coming, the man became misbehaved and tried to calm himself down.
"Come in," he said briefly, densely and clearly without further ado as he opened the door.
"No need, thank you. Have you had dinner? Come to my place for dinner."
"Thank you for the invitation. I just finished eating," he answered very convincingly when since then he was just busy with work.
"All right then. Sorry for interrupting."
"It's okay." Darrel then closes the door while Keyla wonders to her own mind. Is he really not Antony? Then why did his heart feel like he was the man he knew. His manner of speaking was indeed cold, not daring to make eye contact directly as if he was avoiding Keyla.