Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 111
In between finishing work, Cathleen occasionally looked towards the husband who had taken a position to sleep on the sofa. Don't ask what the guy is doing, of course playing games.
“New game again?” Cathleen asked to remove the silence in the room. He got memorized by the habit of Gerald who always tried new online games in release.
“No, I am playing a game that has been three years in a row is in the first order of play store and app store,” replied Gerald, he continued to focus on the screen as close as one inch to the look of his eyes.
“Tumben, usually always try new ones.”
“This game two days ago many bugs, so I want to try again after being updated still often error or not,” explained Gerald.
“Oh.” Cathleen did not respond anymore, refocusing on the monitor before her.
Time continues to roll, because the pair of brides focus on their respective activities, to make it not felt that the clock home office is in sight.
Tok ... tok ...
The knock on the door from the outside made Cathleen stop working because her secretary came in.
“What's up, Li?” ask Cathleen.
“It's time to go home, Miss.” Liliana reminded the boss because Cathleen often forget the time if you are doing a lot of work. “I permission to go home first.” He nodded his head and closed the door again after being allowed by the CEO of the company.
“Gosh .. I forgot to go with my husband,” Cathleen said. He immediately turned off the computer after storing the entire document. The feeling became unpleasant because it had made Gerald wait a long time.
Cathleen immediately swung her legs towards the sofa, Gerald was already asleep. It is only fitting that the man does not remind himself to date.
Cathleen did not wake her husband. He crouched down to face level with the handsome but unemployed. “Does our relationship that begins to improve last long and forever?” he muttered as he rubbed Gerald's thick eyebrows.
“Can, as long as there is no lie between us.” Gerald's eyes were closed, but his lips could still make a sound.
“I didn't sleep, just closed my eyes.” There was only Gerald's reason to answer. He immediately moved into a sitting position.
“Your work is done?” gerald asked as his hand touched Cathleen's arm to stand up and not squat in front of her.
“Not yet, but it's okay, can I continue tomorrow.”
“You go now?” bargain Gerald as he reached out before Cathleen.
“Bby, but my clothes are not suitable for going on a date,” Cathleen replied. The left hand is used to receive Gerald's hand, while the right points to his all-formal appearance.
“Not a problem, I've prepared something for you.” Gerald stood followed by Cathleen.
“Prepare what?” Cathleen is curious, her husband is too mysterious and unpredictable.
“There, later you also know.” Gerald didn't want to tell me, to be a surprise.
Never mind, free to also extract information from Gerald, her husband will never answer correctly. Better just follow the will of the man.
Cathleen gets into Gerald's car. They immediately walked down the street.
But, not long after, Gerald stopped the vehicle in front of a place that looks elite from the outside. Of course Cathleen's forehead shriveled in confusion. “Are we going on a date here?” tanyanya pointed towards the salon.
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...Your husband is not very romantic Cath, yakali took a date to the salon. Hadehhhh, thought you Betty Lapea time yes who needs to be made over first so that you are geeky. Though mah you tuh Cathleen Lah Pea’ yes....