Labuhan Cinta

Labuhan Cinta
One Room


El and Freya enjoy the atmosphere of the hotel together. Choose a hotel cafe to enjoy a beautiful afternoon. Freya who was so happy, immortalized in a photo. Some pictures were taken to make memories.


The afternoon sky looked so beautiful. The combination of orange colors makes the sky so beautiful.


“Again El, photo again,” pinta Freya who had not stopped asking El to shoot photos.


El snorted annoyed. There have been dozens of photos he shot, but Freya continues to be dissatisfied. “This has been dozens of times, you have beaten the model photo since earlier.”


Freya smiled innocently. “I promise, it's the last one,” the door begs El. He had not found the right photo.


El exhaled a rough breath. He lazily took Freya back. Wish it was really the last time.


Fryea looks through the photos on her phone, feeling happy that El's photo finally matches what she wants. There was at least something he could show off to Ghea and Cia who could not go for a walk.


“Come, back to the room. I want to take a shower and after that we have dinner,” take El. He chose to leave Freya who was still engrossed in seeing photos on her phone.


Funnily seeing his picture, he did not realize that El had passed away. “El wait.” In a hurry Freya ran after El. Not wanting to be left outside the hotel.


In the hotel room, Freya continued to still see photos of herself, while engrossed directly into the bathroom. His so sticky body wanted him to refresh immediately. Just as Freya was engrossed, her phone rang. It turned out that it was the board who contacted. It didn't take long, he picked up the phone.


“Halo, Pa.”


“Where exactly are you going?” ask Felix. He who came home from the office was shocked by the news that his daughter was leaving.


“Ke Labuan Bajo, Pa.”


“For what to go there?”


“Streeting, Pa.”


“Frey, go take a shower. Your body must be very sticky.” El who had just come out of the room, spoke to Freya, making Freya shocked.


“Who is that? Sticky? What are we doing there?” Felix who heard the voice of the man immediately panicked. His mind floated imagining what his son was doing.


Freya patted her forehead. It was so unlucky for El's voice right when his papa called. “It's El, Pa.”


“What El? Why are you in one room? What are you doing?” Felix continued to search his son with questions.


“Pa, listen to Freya first.”


“What you want to explain. Obviously you're with a guy in one room.”


Freya really did not understand why her papa was so unwilling to listen to her explanation. “We're not one room, Pa. Freya who was scared in her own room, visited El's room. After this, I will return to my room.” Freya had to lie. Don't want his papa to keep thinking badly of himself when going for a walk.


“Alright, remember you have to be careful there.”


“Iya, Pa.” Freya turned off the phone. Then he turned to El. “Why talk while I'm calling papa?” his protest.


“How do I know you're contacting papa. I just saw you looking at your picture,” elak Elak.


Freya exhaled a rough breath. “Lucky I could lie. If no. Surely we will get into trouble.”


El just smiled. He also could not imagine if people knew they were in one room.


“Already, shower. I'm already hungry.”


In the bathroom, Freya saw a bathtub that looked so comfortable. Finally, he decided to soak for a moment.


El, who had been waiting for Freya to take a bath, fell asleep. The night after picking up Freya, he took the time to finish some work. At least during the holidays, no work bothered him.


Satisfied soak, Freya out. However, he found El who was busy falling asleep. Out of curiosity Freya approached. El's sleeping face, looks adorable.


Seeing that sight made Freya want to prank. Finally thought about using his hair. Dropped the water in her hair right on El's face.


El who felt the water dripping just moaned. Feeling something cold, but do not know what.Freya smiled at the action. It was amused to see the face of El who was disturbed.


Unknowingly, it turns out El actually felt. Anxious, he pulls Freya's hand and makes the girl fall into his embrace. Flips Freya's body and takes her in her confinement. “You teased me?” El tickles Freya's body, making the girl laugh.


“El, geez,” the door. His laughter continues to sound.


“Why tease me?”


“You were so funny while sleeping El, I got anxious.”


El continued to tickle, making his body and Freya so close.


“El geez, I promise I won't bother you anymore.”


El immediately stopped his tickling action. Just then he realized that his body was attached to the position above. Freya's face was a few inches away, making her feel Freya's breathing roar. Moreover, the breath of Freya who was panting from laughing.


Unknowingly, El's hand removed the hair that covered Freya's face. El admits that Freya is so beautiful. It was also what made him fall in love.


Freya was shocked when El's hand got rid of her hair. Their gaze locked onto each other for a moment, before El finally realized such a position was very bad for him. As a normal man, he would definitely be tempted.


“Sorry.” El got out of Freya's body.


“Iya.” Freya's cheeks blushed. I was embarrassed when I realized his position. Getting out of bed, she straightened her hair


“We'd better get out and eat.” El prepared to take his phone and wallet. Breaking up existing awkwardness.


“Iya.” Freya stood up and tidied up her appearance. Then take the bag.


They both enjoyed dinner at the hotel restaurant. Such a romantic atmosphere made the two of them even more awkward. Most of those who ate at the restaurant were couples. And I can be sure they came for their honeymoon.


However, El did not want the awkwardness to last long. He invited Freya to speak and neutralized the atmosphere. Joking around between their meals. Make the dinner warmer.


After eating, they decided to go back to their room. El allows Freya to sleep on the bed and she chooses to sleep on the sofa. Not wanting to be in one bed.


The night was getting late, leading them to the contest. Enjoy a good night's sleep that will make their bodies fresh, tomorrow.


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