Happy Ending's
Chapter 51: Getting More Beautiful

Keyla got up from her filter, sat on the edge of the bed and dangled her legs down. Almost the soles of his feet touched the floor covered with light brown carpet in harmony with the dominant room decor golden color.

He got out of bed, walked slowly to the wardrobe and picked up a plain red knee-length short dress. Afterwards, Keyla decided to check downstairs to see if Darrel was still there.

The man was no longer in his house and Keyla breathed a sigh of relief. At least, for now. He returned to his room and sat down at the dresser.

"Keyla, calm yourself down" he said on the reflection of his face in the mirror while applying essense to moisturize the skin. After that, he applied thin powder and also a red lipstick pumpkin. Her black hair was left undiluted and Keyla sprayed a sweet-scented perfume on her back neck. He feels fresher now.

The woman went down the stairs slowly and went straight to the dining table and continued into the kitchen. Apparently, Darrel had washed his used breakfast equipment.

From outside, there was the sound of people knocking on the door.

Who is coming? Fleur's? Or Antonius?

Keyla walked quickly to the door. He doesn't like it when other people are waiting for him. Because he doesn't like to wait either. Waiting is a tedious thing that can turn into a painful thing because the person who is waiting is not necessarily coming.

"Can I help you?" keyla asked as soon as the door opened. A handsome lekaki with brownish hair and a bit thick. His height is about 185 cm, his body looks stocky, crow's jaw, nose sharp, reddish lips and also the feathers on his face are left alone. In terms of age, Keyla thought that the man was younger than her. Less than thirty years.

"Mmm .. I just moved here," he replied politely as he pointed at the door behind him. The apartment is located right in front of Keyla's apartment. "I haven't had the time to buy cutlery and kitchenware. Can you lend it to me?"

" Of course! Wait a sec. I'll take what you need."

"Thank you," the thick-browed young man replied, throwing a smile to reveal a row of white and neat teeth.

Moments later, Keyla brought the cutlery, pot, and frying pan that had been put in the box so that her new neighbor would have an easier time carrying it.

"This, wear. No need to return it." Keyla handed the box to the young man who had been waiting for her.

"thank you. I'm Victor. Whatis yourname? The lekaki carried the box using his left hand and then extended his right hand.

"Keyla," he answered briefly welcoming Victor's helping hand.

"alright. Then I'll go in." Victor turned around and his body disappeared behind the door.

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Keyla walked towards the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Lots of food in it. His children are not home. Why not give it to the young man who lives in front of the house? Thought Keyla packed the food into the lunch box and took it to Victor's place. Keyla rang the bell next to the door and a moment later, the door opened.

"Oh ... Keylas. Would you like to come eat with me?"

"No, thank you. I just wanted to give you this" Keyla replied, holding up a bag full of food.

"Come in. You've helped me a lot. I can't just let you go." Victor welcomed it and when he looked inside, the contents of his house were completely messy. The unfinished walls were painted, there was no furniture and there was only a small stove in the middle of the room with newspaper. Keyla was able to recognize the pot on it. It's his that he gave Victor a moment ago.

"Sit down." Viktor patted the floor for Keyla to sit on it. The man then returned to eating instant noodles that he had left for a moment.

"Let me finish my meal first. After that we chatted. Okay?" The young man again stuffed his mouth with food. He did not forget to open the food box that Keyla gave him. Contains fruit, sausages, and a few pieces of fresh salmon. In an instant, the food ludes instantly. Keyla who saw the head. How many days did Victor not eat?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm done," he said, so he finished a glass of water that the leftovers stuck in his throat went down to his stomach.

"Until where were we?" victor asked scratching his head while laughing.

"We haven't started the conversation yet."

"Ahaha. Also true. My house is still empty and I haven't finished painting it. I hope you don't have a problem sitting on the floor."

"I don't mind. Sitting on the floor is common for Indonesians. We also ate by hand," Keyla replied proudly when mentioning her homeland.

"You're from Indonesia?" victor asked in shock but looked pleased. The 28-year-old was smiling and humorous.

"Yes. I was born and raised there."

"I went to Indonesia a few times. Labuan Bajo and Thousand Island."

"I've never been there."

"No wonder. Looks like you're a home-grown woman and don't like adventure."

"Are you telling me?"

"I'm just guessing. Ahaha. I'm good at guessing. That's why so many girls are after me."

Keyla didn't respond. But he believed Victor's words. That is, the part of the sentence that says that a lot of girls are after him.

"Are you married?" Victor asked with a serious face. He looked at the woman in front of him. Her skin is white, her eyes are beautiful brown, her body shape is nice, well, she feels very lucky to have a new neighbor like Keyla.

"I have two children."

I heard Victor laughing. Keyla laughed even though it wasn't funny to her. Even so, he did not bother. At least he knew one of his neighbors. Surely, other than the guy who lives down there ....

"All right then. If you need anything, don't knock on your house, please" Keyla said before returning home.

"I'll never be confused. I am a man who often troubles others," Victor replied ending with his crisp laughter.

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Keyla came out of Victor's door and there was already someone waiting for him out there. The man wearing a suit, complete with his tie. He leaned his body on the door and his face looked agitated because it had waited long enough. He wondered to himself. Where did Keyla go?

"Do you know the owner of the house?" darrel asked as soon as he saw Keyla coming out of Victor's house with sharp eyes and a face that looked unhappy.

"Yes. What's up?"

"Male or female?" Without answering Keyla's question, Darrel asked again.

"When did you guys know each other?" Darrel's getting curious because Keyla's ignoring him. The woman opens the door and Darrel follows her from behind.

"Is that all you're here for?" asked Keyla who suddenly felt upset. He sat on the sofa and leaned his head.

"I just want to know." Darrel sits himself comfortably on the sofa. His long legs were crossed and his black shoes glittered in the light of the lamp.

"If you come only to quarrel. Go home. I don't have time to serve you." Keyla broke her body. His head was suddenly dizzy and his eyes were twitching. I don't know why her ex-husband's questions are emotional. He remembered the red date. That is, the moment where he had to come the moon.

"Did you kick me out? Will your friend who lives in front be here soon? Is he a man?"

Oh, my God .. I want to feel like I'm scratching your face. Don't you know these are the crucial times I have to face every month? Moments before menstruation, should I feel pain all over my body?

"Please go if you just want to fight with your mouth" he said softly but ouful emphasis. Anxious and urrgggghh! Can't be disclosed! PMS or Premenstrual Syndrome is a painful thing for most women, including Keyla. That is why there is a Constitution regarding menstrual leave for female employees. Yes ... although only a small percentage of companies in Indonesia actually implement it.

Keyla turned her body. Facing to the sofa and trying to close his eyes rather than having to listen to Darrele's rant which seemed to invite him to a fight.

When she was young, Keyla did not feel much pain when she was PMS. But after having two children, she experienced a tremendous lack of feeling well. Dizziness, sometimes nausea, achy body and pain, besides that his emotions are easily provoked by small things.

"You okay, Key?" Darrel loosened his tie and approached Keyla. The man placed his hand on the forehead of the woman whose eyes were closed but was actually holding back the pain.

"Are you sick? Is your body hot?"

Sontak Darrel lifts Keyla's body and takes her up to the room. "Antonius, didn't I tell you I didn't want to fight with you" Keyla said limply. He refused to talk. The only thing Keyla wanted was to sleep without interruption.

"I don't want to fight with you."

Darrel placed Keyla's body gently on the bed, covered her with a blanket and once again checked her temperature. "Rest, I'll call a doctor for you." Darrel looks worried.

"no need. I just need to rest. Can you get me the medicine in the drawer."

Darrel got up from the chair and took the medicine from inside the drawer and a glass of water. "Drink, Key."

Keyla wakes up from her bed and takes the medicine Darrel gave her. "Thank you." He lay back down.

Darrel took off his tie and suit. He was seated on a chair and he lay down next to Keyla. "What do you want?" Keyla's voice was still weak.

"Sleep. I'll keep you company." Darrell answered slowly. Hugged Keyla and drowned the woman in her chest. Keyla did not refuse. He's not angry either. He just wanted to rest for a while. Leaning himself on the chest of someone who once shared a bed with him.

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07:00 p.m. Keyla woke up and felt much better after taking the medicine and sleeping for a moment. He opened his eyes and the one in front of him was Darrel's chest with buttons on the shirt with the top open. I don't know how long he hasn't slept so well.

Keyla shifted her body slowly, trying not to wake the man whose snoring sounded smooth. Keyla uncovers the curtains and peeks out the window. The sun is still shining brightly and this is not an alien sight during the summer in Paris.

The woman went to the bathroom, apparently there was already a spot of blood stuck in her panties. In a hurry he replaced it with a new one and did not forget to use a menstrual cup which he thought was more practical and comfortable than ordinary pads.

Keyla went down to the kitchen, prepared dinner, and when she was done, sat down on the sofa and opened the laptop. Checking e-mail may have important messages in the inbox.

Nothing is important. Hufftt .. I feel like an ant. Small, unnoticed and invisible.

"How are you doing, Key?" That voice sounded crisp. Keyla looked towards the source of the sound. The man ... just finished a shower. Her hair was still half wet and left her chest that field exposed by Keyla. "Wear your clothes." Keyla tried to speak calmly.

"Your house is very hot. Did you never turn on the AC?" reply Darrel walked towards the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He took a bottle of water and sipped it while walking towards Keyla without hesitation and as if he thought the house was his own apartment. He sat near Keyla, almost touching their skin.

"I'm doing savings because I know the electricity costs in Paris are very expensive. If you're hot, stay away from me. Or just go back to your own house."

"Come here. Let me check your temperature." Darrel hugged his ex-wife who was holding a laptop and stuck the back of his hand on Keyla's forehead. "It's not hot" he said, smiling. A moment later, he glanced towards the screen. "Oh, are you curious about my life?"

In a hurry Keyla closed the laptop and put it on the table and stood up. "If there's anything you want to know, ask me directly." Darrel pulled Keyla's hand and made the girl sit on her lap. The man wrapped his hands around Keyla's stomach and leaned his face against her back. "How should I call you? Stevan Antonius or Darrel Douglas?" Keyla asked flatly. Of course with intent. The two names are the same but different. Antonius who prefers to live behind the scenes, more often stay at home, does not like to play with girls. While Darrel? I don't know how many women have slept in bed with him. Although what is on the internet is not entirely true, it is not always wrong. He still loves Antonius, but can he accept the full Darrel? Receiving every inch of her body that another woman had touched besides her?