Lady'S Gentleman
Wrong Where
"Yes..." Milady approached Sebastian who was pensively staring at the black sky.
Tonight the sky was clear with no clouds, stars in the distance.
The woman wrapped her slender arms around Sebastian's waist and kissed the strapping back slowly.
"Hm?" sebastian asked while looking back and cupped Milady's tiny hands.
"What do you think?" ask the woman.
"Hmmm..." Sebastian took a breath.
"Take a guess.." he said.
"You're thinking... My clothes are too sexy for me to wear to a Dimas wedding."
"Oh, you're aware apparently..."
"Out of his brow so grimly..."
"I'm not thinking about it now, but you're talking about it." Sebastian turned his body to face Milady and cupped his cheeks together.
"... The jealousy of a husband to his wife will be eternal as his love grows greater... You should know that." whispered Sebastian.
"I can't really ban you... You are an adult, you stand on your own feet. I can think of both good and bad. So I hope you know for yourself, how to keep my honor as a husband, in front of everyone."
Sebastian's few words left Milady stunned.
Just because of a piece of the dress, which Milady said was covered, yet made her look beautiful... But it turns out that according to Sebastian, Milady will tease other men?!
"So you don't think my dress is worth wearing?" Milady asked her not to misunderstand.
"That dress is worth wearing. You look beautiful. To the extent that I wish you hadn't seen another man."
Ah...
His problem...
Instead of feeling angry, Milady felt blushed.
Sebastian and the romance of the 80s... Milady's time wasn't even planned to be born. But why is it so honest that Milady feels soaring...?
"Gee... Then... I leave it to you about the clothes I'm gonna wear."
"Can't be that."
"Who? How, try...?" Milady was confused by herself.
"I am the one who curbed you."
"So, what do you want?"
"sensation of understanding..."
"Huh?" Milady was confused. He tilted his head as he looked at Sebastian. Being a human with a high IQ turned out not to be genius enough to guess correctly about the wishes of a Sebastian.
"So all this time I haven't understood you?" ask Milady.
"Are my requests excessive?" Sebastian asked back.
"Mas, don't beat around the bush. Just tell me what he wants..."
"I just mentioned my wish."
"With simpler language." continued Milady began to get upset.
Sebastian took a breath.
"If you really love me, you'll understand"
"Now I don't understand, is that a sign that I don't care about you, do you?!" Milady was getting upset.
"Why are you acting like that?"
"You were the first to lure me."
"What am I fishing for?!"
"That's it... I'm dizzy with your word games. The straightforward dong if you want to request something. We're husband and wife, don't use riddles!" sahut Milady while shaking Sebastian's hand.
"Lady.." scolds Sebastian.
"I wear that dress, or you choose. Point." cried Milady from a distance. He was already feeling annoyed by Sebastian's behavior.
Why even scowl?!
Think Sebastian.
Where's wrong?!
I just want her to think for herself about the dress she deserves. If he really loved me and thought about me, he should have known which one to wear...
Why even get upset?
Ah woman...
Whatever their age
Until the apocalypse also seemed like they were the most difficult creatures to deal with...
Sebastian in his heart.
But...why did they even talk about dresses, in the end there was a husband-wife quarrel that drained like this?!
Sebastian was thinking about Trevor and Mitha...
*****
Trevor sneered at Bram who was sleeping soundly on his way to Dubai.
Stretched out on his business chair, covered in blankets and looking an annoying smile from behind his thin mustache that was cut into a masculine silhouette.
Nope,
Not Bram's problem with his warm blanket with his Emirates logo... Wasn't...
But since he was in the middle between Trevor and Mitha!
Inner Trevor.
While Trevor can see at the end there Mitha with Mukenya is praying while sitting near the window.
What is so hard about changing places?! Both are in the middle area!
Trevor in the heart.
The three of them are currently on their way to Moscow, but transited first in Dubai.
The duration of the Jakarta-Dubai trip is about 8 hours and they book first class tickets. One row there are 4 large sofas.2 near the right-left window, and 2 more adjoining in the middle.
Among the seats is indeed blocked by a door with a height of touching the roof, but can be opened to communicate with the next person.
Right now the entire door was opened, because it was not yet time to sleep and because the firstclass area was only three of them, if closed it felt very quiet.
No, when measured by logic, Bram is not wrong to take a seat in the middle with Trevor. It is in accordance with the ethics and rules that apply. Let Mitha who was at the end of the window, sit alone, separated by a corridor for passers-by and stewardesses pass by.
Yet... Why is it that he is in the middle?!
So with an upset breath, Trevor stood up.
"Where are you going, bro?" there was a hoarse Bram voice.
Trevor hit him with a pillow.
"It's like you were sleeping, kunyuk..."
"Sst don't yell dong... Disturb others later..."
Trevor glanced around. Slender...
"You want me to jump here and there most protest just elo!" trevor.
Bram chuckles.
Then wriggling.
"Gue is just where you're going... Kok even diomelin.." his his sizzle on the sidelines.
"You take a bath." muttered Trevor while carrying the first-class toiletries provided there complete with kimono towel.
"What's a malem-malem like this?! Big hadas bath?!" exciting Bram.
Trevor immediately hoarded the man's body with a blanket.
He glanced at Mitha, still teaching after praying.
But positively, the woman heard Bram's scream, visible from the red hue of her cheek.
Trevor provided 5 minutes to bathe, because the water was limited, the plane could not carry as much water as it would add to the load. The bathroom in the first class area is quite spacious, measuring 3 x 2, although still more spacious bathroom in his room. With separate shower and toilet. If the condition is full, the flight attendant gave him the news that the bathroom can be used. But right now there are only them.
Under the shower, it can turn off automatically when the 5-minute time runs out, Trevor sighed.
Why the hell am I...?
Why does it feel like my brain is full and complicated?!
Why does it feel like my stomach is stirred when I see that woman?!
Thought Trevor.
This time he felt this way...
In the past, when approaching with Ayumi, it was not even like this.
Ayumi who approached him first at that time, they used to discuss the same course, and very often met. Trevor hesitates when he is close to the opposite sex, but it turns out that he can touch Ayumi as often as he can.
Then touch after touch that comes after, turned into feelings of affection and mutual need, finally ended up in bed.
This one is very different from the one before...
This one's...
Raising his libido as a man.
Not forced.
Also a sense of relief because it turns out that in this world there are still women that Trevor considers not a threat like Mitha. He almost thought he would be single forever after his relationship with Ayumi. Because his heartache was betrayed by the man he trusted more than his own father, leaving a trauma so great that it propagated to Milady who had looked like an angel could look like a bee that could stab him.
That was Milady...
People close to him.
Especially if it's another woman?! It's sure to be worse...
But when close to Mitha... Why is it as if all the women in this world are disappearing, and there is only her figure in my eyes?!
Inner Trevor.
Water's dead.
Trevor turned on the intercom calling the flight attendant.
There was a knock at the door.
"Sorry Mr. Trevor, your bath time is up." One of the flight attendants in the Emirates is an Indonesian woman and knows them.
"Light it up again, just use the Bram ration."
"Eh... Anu's... Have you given Mr Bram permission?"
"Do not have permission."
I heard the flight attendant breathing.
"Good sir." said the woman later.
And the water is on again.
Let Bram not take a shower tomorrow morning.
Trevor's mind is upset.