
Author's POV.
Bianka was waiting for Paul in a lobby chair in front of the hotel while the man was checking out at the reception desk. Paul turned his head towards Bianka and smiled at her. Bianka smiled back, not paying too much attention to the circumstances around her. His mind was only fixated on the last twenty-four hours they had passed.
It was like being in a rush of tense emotions. She always tries to be a good listener and is present to accompany her partner. When young, maybe she was a jolly and super cheerful girl. However, as she got older, she began to learn how to hide the feelings behind a smile or to divert others into just talking about themselves. He knows how to endure pain and difficult situations without showing it or complaining.
Now, having returned with Paul, he feels different.
Things are no longer the same. Paul stripped the shield from Bianka. Little by little. He loved the calmness that was wafting in the air, which made him feel alive. Bianka closed her eyes, looked up and took a deep breath. Feels calm. Very very calm. It may not be too bad to lean on someone else who is able to read you well.
Is this what they call soul mates? Bianka smiled at the thought of that. If a true lover did exist, he would not want anyone else but Paul.
"Are you trying to freeze your adorable cheeks?"
Bianka's head gasped at the sound, then smiled. Paul had just stopped in front of him with a wide grin adorning his lips. Bianka shook her head and got into the car. "Can someone tell me why I'm related to this thing?" he joked, putting on a seatbelt.
Paul laughed at the question. "Because you're drunk!" reply in the same tone. "Or maybe it's because you're so crazy about the sweet face and sexy ass of this thing?" seduce Paul while winking one eye before turning his attention back to the front.
Bianka shook her head without answering, a line of smiles on her lips. He turned on the radio and started singing, feeling so peaceful and calm. Then, his gaze turned to Paul who was still smiling. The man looked really happy. Bianka thought it might be appropriate for her to give Paul a gift. No, he did have to prepare a gift because Christmas was near. However, he did not know what to give. What does it take for someone who has everything?
"Is something bothering you?" paul's voice drew back his consciousness.
"No." He circulated his gaze, only to realize they were not at his brother's house or at his house. "Where are we?" Paul parked the car in the drop off area and Bianka got out immediately. He twisted the body, observing the strange place closely, unaware that he had spent the entire journey daydreaming. And, now they stand in front of a building with a very beautiful view of the sea.
"What is this place, Paul?" Bianka asked while pampering the eyes with a stretch of bougenville around the walkway in front of the building.
The place was vast, far different from what he used to see. The combination of rough brick walls and black glass is a bit strange, but it looks harmonious and unique makes the place look even more interesting.
Paul grabs Bianka's hand and pulls her into the house. "This is the house that my team will lend as a temporary residence. I asked for the key yesterday, intending to take you for a look. Maybe we can find an idea from here when we decide to buy a house later?" paul's murmur explained. "House itself has three floors. If I'm not mistaken, the yard area is more than three thousand square meters." The view is far ahead.
Bianka followed as they crossed the large terrace and went inside. The house has a living room that is almost twice the size of a badminton court, including a dining room on the ground floor. On the floor there are also two workspaces as well as a kitchen, a storage room for groceries, two bathrooms, a laundry room, and a guest room.
While on the first floor there is a family room, one more kitchen, a cinema with sound-proof features, four standard bedrooms, and a master room with views overlooking the sea, as well as a swimming pool.
The main room is equipped with a special dressing room, a more suitable bathroom called a private spa room and a large bathtub. The front there is a balcony terrace, showing a yard filled with a variety of plants. In another corner there is also an additional space that can be used as a library with bookshelves already hanging on the wall, ready for use.
The basement looks just as awesome as the two floors above it with another lounge, a sports room, a spa, three extra rooms, and a parking area that can fit up to six cars at a time.
Truly, a house that makes anyone stunned.
Bianka stood in one of the living rooms, admiring the view of the sea behind the glass walls. He didn't respond until a while. "Is this the model of the house you want?"
"Come." replied Paul hesitantly. "The house is big and the view is amazing. So, I guess I don't mind staying here."
"I agree. The view is incredible." Bianka turned to look at her lover. "But, do you think this isn't great? You know, I prefer a small, cozy place."
"Yes, but think again" said Paul pointing with his hand. "We can hang out with family and friends without bothering to think about anything else. And neither will we be forever. This house will be perfect when we have children."
Bianka tilted her head while raising an eyebrow while Paul immediately shot towards her.
"Imagine it, love" he said, looking into Bianka's eyes. "Barbeque with family and friends, children playing in the pool or running around here and there, accompanied by a small and adorable laughter. Or the view with the sunset when we fuck by the beach."
Bianka refused to face her lover, once again, she turned to face the ocean. Paul had no idea what was on his mind. During the sightseeing, Bianka did not make too much noise. Paul didn't want to be pushy, but he really liked the house.
"I know it's not downtown, but it's only about thirty minutes away. Maybe we need to rearrange the kitchen and make it more modern and harmonious with the entire room. I've met an architect and he said it might take about six to seven bulbs to get everything done. But we don't have to wait that long if we want to move here. Of course, everything must be based on your consent before they start working."
"Oh, I thought this was the home loaned by the team-to-be you were training?" hiss Bianka, squinting eyes full of probes. "Why are you saying it like you bought this house?"
Paul nodded his neck nervously. Things did not go as he expected. He's already spent the last two weeks looking at some of the houses he thinks Bianka will love. He really wanted them to have a home together in Jakarta, and he was already in love with that house and the view. He used his team-to-be as an excuse to keep Bianka from guessing his point. But now he was caught off guard. Before Paul could respond, Bianka turned to face him with a big smile, making him frown.
"I like it, Paul" said Bianka. "This house is perfect. A little bigger than I expected, but very good. What a beautiful home." Bianka circulated her gaze as she spoke, then reached out around Paul's waist and pressed her head against the man's chest. "It's perfect. I love it."
"really? You likey?" ask Paul, don't believe it. Bianka. Paul exhaled the breath he had unconsciously held since earlier, his hands hugging Bianka's back. "So, may I contact the broker and make an offer? I want this house as a Christmas present for both of us."
Bianka. "You're just arguing about your new team to bring me here, right?" Paul shrugged, grinning. Bianka patted her lover's chest with both hands and laughed. "Don't delay any longer. If you need to, call him now."
Paul laughed, looking down for a hot and exciting kiss. "Oh my God, how do you express gratitude properly for being so lucky to have you?" She looked at her lover's face with an overflowing feeling of happiness. "I love you, Bianka. Love you so much."
"I love you more, Paul."
Paul shook his head, smiling. "Cannot be. I love you more."
Bianka chuckled, anchoring a brief kiss on her lover's lips. "Then, I'm more fortunate to be loved by someone I love so much."
Both laughed in happy feelings.