My Angel Baby's
Johan's Sadness
...The MAB by VizcaVida...
...|25. Implication|...
...Happy reading...
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The new morning routine that Louis has been doing for a few days is fun. It didn't feel like she had been living in this apartment full of memories for three days, and she was comfortable. No longer troubled by old memories of him and Caca. Every time he recalled those past memories that were too beautiful for him, he hurriedly switched the contents of his brain with something else that could make him immediately suggest to forget. One of them is Angel. He does not know himself to make the figure of Angel as an object of his image when he wants to forget the past with Caca. But somehow it always works, but he also tries other things that he thinks are more profitable, but Angel has more influence.
Louis opened the two-layered large and thick curtain to one end. Standing facing out a stretch of glass that displays the wheel of life out there. He sipped coffee from the cup he held. This morning he did not need to rush to the office because the day was already on the weekend.
During this time, he has tried to familiarize himself with some other residents who greeted him first because he recognized his figure which is often a topic of conversation in the media, and also often highlighted the camera.
Angel came to send the castle on the second day, but the woman rushed away because there was another job that she said was very important.
Louis smiled when he remembered the figure of Angel who recently managed to make it to mind, yes even though he deliberately made Angel a diversion, but he did not, but it does not feel if the woman has become a real shadow when she wants her brain happy and forgets about problems.
Angel has not given a final decision for her invitation to become a couple in the real world. But Louis knew a little bit about Angel's behavior that seemed wrong when around him, making Louis understand the answer he would receive.
“Sials. Why do I keep thinking about him anyway?” he murmured, not with an annoyed or angry look, but with a wide smile stretching along the line of his lips.
Louis looked down at the box-er he was wearing. Safe. There is not one thing that makes him fantasize wildly with a good female object like Angel. But he is also a normal man. Sometimes just imagine it has almost made it on in the morning. Damn indeed. Louis feels like a shameless jerk in morning wood fashion.
After being satisfied to see the boisterous view of the city, Louis left his place standing and planned to take a bath. But his steps stopped when he heard a short voice sign incoming messages on his phone.
He walked closer to the nightstand which this morning was perfectly illuminated by the sunlight. According to the weather forecast, today will be blistering until the afternoon. So no need to worry about rain while waiting for Angel outside his apartment later. Oops, he even had the intention of coming there before even asking for the empu's approval. A smile again framed on his handsome face. A message from Angel.
Angel: Happy Weekend, sir. Don't forget to be happy. God bless You's.
Quietly, Louis pressed the circle in the upper left corner of the message. Angel's photo appeared with a larger version, and without Louis realizing it, his heart was pounding to see a beautiful smile on the beautiful gray face.
Not wanting the message to be read only, Louis pressed the phone button in reply to the message sent by Angel.
“Good morning,” greet Angel across. Louis doesn't know what Angel did this morning on her day off from work. It was suddenly kepo.
“Again?” tanyanya gently.
Angel did not give an answer with a time lag long enough. But, just after that, Louis heard it again.
“I ... was washing clothes. After this, make breakfast. Have you had breakfast?”
Louis held back a laugh. The work of a million people who are timeless, washing clothes. Louis suddenly wanted to wash his clothes too before leaving for the office to check the stage and rehearsal for tomorrow's event.
“Not yet. Later in the office.”
“Mr ngantor?”
“Eumm. Gladi for tomorrow. Scrutinize the team as well so that there are no errors.”
Yes, ambitious to be one of Hutama traits that was passed down to Louis. The man always demands perfection on the work done by those who work for him. But all that he did was not without reason. If the event was a success, not only would he make a profit, everyone who was under the auspices of his name would also feel the same way. Royalties, even other bonuses will flow profusely into the account if the event is a success with a good rating.
“A~h. Have a good job, sir. Good luck with your dress rehearsal.”
Louis giggled amusedly. Angel is funny too. Why did he encourage himself to a dress rehearsal? Well, this girl needs to be appreciated with a standing ovation, but can't. His hands were busy holding cell phones and coffee cups.
“Still.” is the correct answer option. “Tomorrow, you came, right?”
Not just smiling or giggling, Louis is now laughing crisply after hearing the honest answer of an office staff at his place. Louis is proud to please others, not least Angel.
“Tonight, you have an event outside or not?”
Angel is still thinking whether she has an appointment with someone or not. Ah, he almost forgot if he had no friends other than Mbak Rita, and one apartment resident who became his neighbor since living here and often took him to go shopping monthly together.
“It seems not.” replied Angel steady. He was sure there was no appointment with anyone.
Louis placed the coffee cup on the nightstand, scratched the temple, then rubbed the nape of his neck up and down. Angel's voice was really soft, very fitting with her beautiful face. God was too good when creating Angel. The woman really reflects her name. Angel, angel.
Damnit. He wakes.
“Then, later go home from office, I stopped by where you briefly—by?”
The dilemma of attacking Angel. He bit his lower lip in dismay. It did not rule out the possibility that Louis would collect his promise. Promise to give an answer within three days after receiving the question and statement of being lovers at that time.
“B-can.” replied Angel doubtfully.
Over there, Louis laughed. Angel is getting nervous.
“Do not worry. I just wanted to stop by for a minute to give you something. After that go straight home.”
Angel feels bad. “B-good sir.”
“OK, see you later yes, Angel.”
“I-iya. See you.”
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Angelica Baby Gisamara Ruble.
The name appears on the screen of Jenita's phone along with a photo of an Asian-faced girl with a bule accent that makes her look so beautiful. The calm pose with a smile resembling a formal photo on the resident's signature card, infuriated Jenita.
She is the daughter of Patrick Rubel, a New Zealand man who works as a soldier, and Giara Bella Saphira, a woman from Surabaya who now opens a boutique business in her hometown. They got married 26 years ago and live in Bali.
Angel and her mother used to live in Bali. His father visits every three months when he gets time off from work.
But his father and mother are divorced. They have been separated on the grounds that they have not been fit to live together since their daughter was a teenager. Their daughter—Angel, live a year since the age of High School.
Jenita grunts annoyed. It was very desirable that he shouted at this moment to see the reality of Angel's family life in disarray. It's not clear, according to Jenita.
“How dare he expect my son with such a state of his life?”
Apparently, Jenita forgot to look in the mirror.
“Girl from a messy family, inappropriate to accompany my son!” jenita exclaimed sharply at the air that surrounded her.
He lives in one of the middle class apartments in the western area of the city.
A message from the google map showing the address with a red dot entered Jenita's phone. A horrible smile rose in her red blushing lips today.
“We see, can you still maintain your desire to get my son?” muttered Jenita with a smile on the corner of the lips. “I guarantee, you'll back off on your own without me asking.”
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—Open with a sweet one, closed with .. *content those dots with correct answer 😁