Look at Me, Elle
Chapter 2 Go
The man who was bare-chested, was still unconscious from dreamland. The sky above his house was clear. The sun is almost visible, most likely taking a few more minutes to manifest itself as a whole.
Before long, the body of the man wrapped in a black blanket moved to face the opposite direction. Initially prone, now lying face the ceiling of the room. Three seconds later, his blue eyes were visible. His eyelids opened and he immediately turned to his left.
The woman who slept with him last night is no more. Made Leonathan surprised and sat down in an instant. He was shocked, finding his left side empty, there was no one. Unlike the situation last night, before he dissolved in drowsiness. "Where are you going?" asked the man so considering Brielle's pretty face in his brain.
Without further ado he got out of bed. Walk quickly to her tightly closed bathroom. Leonathan tried to calm down. He knocked on the white door in front of him and called out, "Elle! Are you inside?!" There was no word and only the sound of his knocking echoed from within. Opening the door quickly, his right hand pushed the doorknob with all his might. "Damn!" growling and squeezing the handle before slamming the door.
BRACKET!
After violently closing the bathroom door, Leonathan rushed to find his phone on the nightstand, beside the bed. As soon as he saw, he reached out and searched Alice's name on the contact. "Quick lift!" he cried so never got a greeting from across. Undeterred, Leonathan kept calling his best friend. But still, Alice did not receive her call.
Angrily, the athletic man threw his cell phone into the bed. So tight his hands slammed, the flat thing bounced. With his jaws hardened, Leonathan turned around, approached the bathroom and entered immediately. Do not forget to slam the door a second time, closing it very roughly. Until the goods attached to the wall were shaking because of the awesomeness of Leonathan's hand.
Arriving inside, Leonathan then turned the tap. Let the water that fell from the shower hole wet his body. Without taking off her black nightgowns. Both hands were against the wall, head down. Leonathan's pair of eyes closed, hoping he could be calmer. Although slowly his brain forced to remember the crazy events he did with Elle.
How cruel he was who took over Elle's body when the girl's consciousness was very minimal. Although the owner allows, Leonathan is well aware that Elle has been affected by alcoholic beverages. The man's jaw again hardened as the memory danced in his brain again.
"Why am I so sorry to do that?" ask Leonathan's lips while opening his eyes. Staring at the wall before him sharply, then his left hand clenched. Two seconds later, the fist hit the wall very hard. "I don't mean to take away your chastity," exasperated Leonathan before punching again the white wall of his bathroom. "I didn't do it on purpose."
No wonder the man was angry and surprised because after waking up from sleep, Brielle was not beside him. He left his house without saying anything. Leonathan could already feel what Elle felt so conscious in the morning. She must have been more surprised, or the worst possibility was to hate Leonathan. "I must seek and get your forgiveness," he promised before taking off his pants and starting to clean the white burly body.
Of course, with chaotic thoughts and feelings, Leonathan is on the move at this time. Just this time he felt a great sense of regret after screwing a girl. During his life in the world, he had never felt anything like this before. From the first look at Elle, he could already feel something different.
However, again his passionate lust could not be restrained when he saw the curves of Elle's body and how attractive the girl was as they talked more and more. Hearing Elle's voice alone, Leonathan was able to feel calm and in his heart seemed to find a suitable partner to spend longer. Very long, and Leonathan did not feel bored in the least.
"IT WON'T LET YOU GO!" his screams were again hitting the bathroom wall with wide-eyed eyes. "I won't let you stay away from me, Elle."
Twenty minutes Leonathan spent in the bathroom just to make his body cleaner and more fragrant. Nimblely, his fingers hooked one-to-one buttons from under the black shirt wrapped around his body. Once done, roll both long arms up to the elbow. Leonathan also approached his cellphone, which was asleep in bed, and then pocketed it. Without taking the black suit, he walked out of the room. Because in the car, Leonathan has prepared some clean suits that are ready to be used.
Leonathan did not forget to close the fence before getting into the BMW Z4 car. Sit directly behind the steering wheel and then wear a seatbelt. He started driving his car at a moderate speed. His left hand reached into the pocket of black pants, and took the phone from there. Leonathan starts looking for Alice's name and makes a call.
One call went unanswered, the second went unanswered, the third was still the same, and the fourth call began to make Leonathan growl in annoyance. One that he regretted, he had not had time to ask for a mobile number or social media name belonging to Elle. So, the only way is to ask Alice for help, so that her best friend will send Naomi's mobile number. That way, Leonathan can get Elle's personal number from Naomi.
Until finally, in the fifth call, Leonathan can hear the hoarse voice of Alice from across. It was clear that the woman had just woken up. "I'd like to ask for your best friend Naomi's mobile number. Send it to me immediately. I need that."
"For what? You sound pushy and rushed. Is there something I don't know? You made a mistake?" ask Alice and guess. The wavy blonde woman who was originally lying on the bed, now chose to sit while listening to Leonathan's voice intently.
"Send me Naomi's number. I have to hang up. Remember my orders, immediately. I was on the way to the cafe. I hope, after you get to the cafe, you've already sent Naomi's number. See you soon."
"All right, see you. Stay focused on driving!" alice's message was still able to be delivered before Leonathan turned off the phone and accelerated the speed of his four-wheeled vehicle. With a focused look forward, his brain returned to the figure of the woman he wanted to pursue, Princess Brielle Adiharja.
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Leonathan has called Naomi's cell phone number that Alice sent to her. On the sidelines of the break as it is now, he also sent a message to Brielle's best friend, asking for Brielle's mobile number and saying that he really needed Brielle's number in the message.
"Why is it so hard to contact this woman? Why is it as if I'm having trouble contacting him?" leonathan asked as he looked up, just as he stood up from his seat. "I really wanted to apologize, but you didn't seem to give me a way out."
"Can't do anything but wait for Naomi's reply" she broke off while breathing out tired. Because the only one who can give information is the woman, a friend of Brielle.
Standing in front of the glass of his room that featured a view of another cafe, and the sea that was not too far from his cafe, Leonathan clenched his hands. Inexhaustible thought to yourself who forgot such an important thing, data of the girl who attracted his heart. If time could be turned back, Leonathan would want to find Brielle's information in more detail, unlike last night's origin of play because it dissolves with situations and feelings.
"Am I using feelings?" ask him on the wind, not sure. "I wouldn't hurt him if I used feelings, yes, there's no way I'd dare to do that if my feelings were to come along." Again Leonathan threw the air through the nose violently. "I thought, it was just lust."
It felt like he was punching the clear glass of the window that his left hand was currently touching until it broke, venting out anger and regret. "I have to get you and I'm sorry about you in person, Elle." Now she could only hope to God that Naomi would quickly read her message and immediately reply. Her feelings are like urging herself to reach Brielle, the woman she touches without knowing all her origins more deeply.
"If last night I asked you for your number, address, and place of work, maybe now I can hold you." Something regretted by Leonathan, forgetting to ask important questions when getting acquainted with a woman. "How stupid?!"
Time passed, and now what Leonathan did was listen to the buyer's order. The man did not hesitate or shy about making coffee for the buyers despite his status as a cafe owner. Just make the coffee his heart feel much calmer and think clearly. Moreover, the pungent aroma of coffee so provides relief for coffee lovers like it. His mind can be distracted from the figure of the woman even for a moment.
When you just made a cup of coffee that tastes not too strong and thick, namely Americano coffee, the phone in the pocket of his pants vibrates. Out of his bar cafe, Leonathan reached into his pants pocket. Placing the dark flat object in the right ear, the caller told him the news that made him surprised instead of playing. As he continued to listen, his footsteps led to a room. A special space for him to think at once rest.
"Can you explain it here? I'm still at the cafe, come here." The caller, who objected, said he disagreed. "Come, Alice. Just this once, don't just be a forger. You think only you can force it?" Leonathan ruffled his hair because Alice did not want to come to the Mixture cafe. "I'm your boss, you're not the one who hired me. You're the one who's here!" The call was closed unilaterally by Leonathan. The man chose to take a deep breath before looking at the twilight sky that would soon be replaced with the dark night sky.
"Indeed I admit I'm a dick for making you unconscious last night. But you should also know. .. of the many women I've met, only you have me interested and sorry to have done that to you, Elle." Suddenly, his phone shook again. As soon as he saw who did it, Leonathan replied, "you're finally obeying my orders too, Alice."
Twenty minutes after Leonathan received the message that Alice was coming to his cafe, both Leonathan and Alice were already in their seats. The two faced each other, accompanied by a Cappuccino coffee in each of their hands. At table number twenty, Alice begins to tell the worst thing that Leonathan does not want to hear.
"Everything I said just now is real, Nath ... Naomi just stopped for a while in Bali. Most likely, Naomi didn't want to take responsibility for what happened to that woman because of you last night."
"Can you think so with your best friend?"
"Yes, he's an old friend of mine. But it does not rule out the possibility if he has such a nature. Nowadays, it is getting harder to trust others. Didn't you?"
Rubbing his chin with his thumb, Leonathan sighed with a long breath out of his nose. "You're telling me all about your personal problems?" Alice shrugged, then sipped the thick, sweet, and slightly bitter Cappuccino coffee on the tongue. "What message from you hasn't been read by Naomi?" Alice nodded silently, still enjoying her coffee. "Yes, thank you for giving me a little bit of information that makes me even more desperate."
"Are you really in love with that woman?"
"If not, I won't fuck her. You know, all this time I've never had sex with anyone, including you. I just want to see their bodies, nothing more." Alice was so understanding, Leonathan's irritation was still limited which she thought was normal. "I'm not another man who is the same as your ex-lover, just looking for the body without looking for comfort."
"Stop praising yourself and vilifying my acquaintances or exes! Never mind, I want to go to the club."
"No! Go back to the cafe, you're my paycheck, don't eat blind paycheck, Alice."
Alice kept going, she got up and shook her head. "I must clear the brain of the depravity of a man's treatment. You must understand me." After that, it breezed away from the table number twenty while waving its hand.
"Do I have to replace my second cafe leader?" he murmured while standing. Leonathan opted out of his Mixture cafe, the first he had run since he was twenty. That is a sign of the age of the first Mixture cafe or the center of this Mixture cafe has reached the age of five years. Unlike the second Mixture cafe which is now under the leadership of Alice, still two years, three years street. If Alice had no intention of advancing her second cafe, it was better for her to fire Alice and find a leader who was worthy of managing it.
Leonathan chose to get into a black BMW Z4 that was parked neatly. Pick him up, and drive that expensive car towards his house. Instead of running to the club, his mind can not be distracted from the figure of Brielle who hurt. Leonathan was convinced that the woman must have been hurt and harbored hatred for him.
At home, the man ran to the room and went into the bathroom. There were pants and clothes that he had not washed on the floor and in the corner of the room door. Taking the two, Leonathan checked the pants pockets that were likely to have items left there. Sure enough, he found something. "Is this one of your instructions?" he asked with a feeling of surprise. How not? Leonathan got an identification card, or ID card belonging to Brielle which he apparently took before he had sex. "I don't remember ever stealing this stuff from his bag."
Storing the identification on the nightstand, Leonathan then went into the restroom and began a quick body-cleaning action before searching for the woman's address. He smiled because God still allowed him to find his first love.