Lady Rose, His Lover
There's no excuse

“Ben! Dia-?”

Judging by the two, a woman in a black dress was walking, in the opposite direction not far from them.

She is Della Moran August. Behind him, Emilio was always loyal. Scramble while pinching high heels with one hand, which is believed to be his nona's.

There was a startled glint at the woman's blue netra, as it was unexpected that they would cross paths in this place.

Della thinks Ben and his girlfriend must have caught up with the entourage, which she knows has returned home first.

Then, the corner of his lips lifted up. A little, he disguised his smile as he turned towards the offshore, for a moment. Then looked at the two lovebirds again, boldly and openly.

It was not just Della, as well as Emilio who was shocked by their accidental meeting. Ben and Rose are the same. They were surprised to meet the woman they had to watch out for.

In this romantic moment. The presence of Della seems to be a destroyer, a melting pot of times that should be created beautifully.

Both are surprised, but Ben is more reliable in hiding his expression. He stored his shock in his gaze that remained flat.

Puk~! Puk~!

Patted Rose on her lover's shoulder twice. A signal if he wants to be taken down. While moving his two legs which are still carried by the lover.

“Let me down!” the door whispered in a soft voice.

The woman who is still wearing the same dress as last night came down from her lover's sling.

Luckily, Ben hasn't gone crazy when he started stripping Rose's clothes off. So, her maroon dress was still smooth and worthy of reuse.

So too with Ben. The man was still wearing the same maroon shirt suit. Only, the black suit he was wearing, now he gave it to Rose. To be worn, really worn.

At the very least, the black suit was quite oversized on Rose's body. So, the shoulders and upper back of Rose are open, no need to show off again. Also, a few inches long hemisphere of her dress can be covered by that suit.

This Ben did, of course, in order to avoid Rose, from the brazen look, the basket spy to his lover.

Ben was not willing to share, even if it was just to satisfy their sense of sight. Even though only a piece of skin seemed to spoil their eyes.

Perhaps, he should have wrapped Rose up, with the bed sheet they had just occupied! So that the woman's body becomes sealed when they walk now.

Ben lowered his eyes down. As she felt, Rose clasped her hand, then moved, standing close to her side.

He looked at the hand of that hand. Rose held her palm in a possessive grip. It was very strong, full of emotion, as if he was scrimping a coconut grater to take his meal.

Is this lover so worried?

Because, Ben can see Rose's gaze that leads forward, looks awkward, also afraid simultaneously.

The man smiled gently, even though the woman was not paying attention. His gaze also softened for a moment.

Could it be, Rose was so afraid of losing her? Thinking about this, suddenly became even more excited.

The more one fears losing, the more valuable it is to him. Ben concluded, so deep was the feeling Rose had towards her.

Hey, he's not a big head! But this is a fact that he deserves and should be proud of. Because it turns out, the feelings they have, are equally strong.

Both want each other, both take care of each other, equally afraid of loss.

In this way, Ben so no need to worry too much anymore, about their marriage, which is still not sure the reason. The most important thing is, their feelings, their love, are equally strong, to take care of each other.

Look at the appearance of that woman!

The woman named Della, looks very sparkling, graceful and majestic. Like a royal palace, while he is just like a family villa.

A striking comparison once Rose felt. So that he felt inferior if he had to make the beautiful woman as his love rival.

Ben's arm was burly, he hugged tightly. Wreaking his worries with a firm grip on the shirt on that part of the sleeve.

He only realized when Ben shook his hand. The man smiled as he nodded his head. Ask him to continue in his footsteps again.

Rose answered that smile, with a brief pull of her lips. Then, the two, looked forward again, with different gazes.

Ben is reluctant to take his eyes off, an inch on Della. He was not willing to stare even if it was just for a second, at someone who had bad intentions, both towards him, and his lover.

Although her face is beautiful, even though her body is teasing, Ben is not interested at all.

He looked straight with a stare and a flat expression. So that the opponent cannot read what he is thinking right now.

Rose, however, could not lie to her continued curiosity. The woman's face seemed to have a magnet, so Rose felt at home for a long time to look at the charming face, even though secretly.

As they cross paths, Rose tries to straighten out her gaze, though it feels difficult for her. He was also curious whether the woman named Della would stare at them.

But little movement Ben do on the grip of their hands, and slightly raise the chin. Ben asked her to steady herself, to keep looking forward.

He glanced at the man for a moment, after understanding, then, Rose followed the instructions that her lover gave. Then, with a little doubt, Rose raised her chin, for the sake of not hesitating again to continue looking straight ahead there.

Thought Ben, there's no reason for them to say hello. Even if they have problems in the back. But until now, they still acted as if they did not know the mastermind of the problem that befell them, was the woman.

They must continue to act like this. Because Ben, unwilling to get involved any further, with the woman, who he believes must be very dangerous.

Then Della, who had since maintained her regal attitude by raising her chin, when they passed, her eyes briefly glanced. Towards Ben, with a thumping feeling that was hard to explain.

The woman smiled, after they turned their backs on each other. He did not know what this feeling was, but clearly, his curiosity towards the man was increasing.

Della was more longing, more wanting to feel how the man looked at her lover. He imagined, what if he was in the position of his lover.

However, at a glance what happened to the two people last night, made Della feel back the turmoil of her anger.

The woman stopped her steps, followed by Emilio while swooping her eyebrows inward.

“What's up, Miss?” tanyanya unravels curious.

Della did not answer with words. It was just that, his snorting of breath sounded rough and heavy when it was taken out.

The woman's jaw tightened. His cheekbone line was firm. Clearly, inside his mouth cavity, his teeth were struggling to hold back the growl.

Della looked slowly. Then, he stared at the two backs that were moving further away. With a piercing sharp look.

He hates, considering how his wishes and plans fail. Messy. In fact, he had prepared it carefully.

“If it can not be obtained in a subtle way. then I will use a rough and pushy way!” he said he made an oath.

However, at his side, Emilio seemed to be looking at him with a pianist and pias gaze. It seems, in a moment, he will be thrown away.

Seriate…