My Rich Husband's
The Part 32
“I give you three days to replace it,” ketus Davis. Take the iced caramel machiato that Diora has drunk and sip it right on the bamboo straw of Diora's lips.
“Why did you drink mine .. You will have me order yourself,” annoyed Diora. Realizing indirectly they had kissed from the same straw, making him forget what Davis said.
“You don't see my drink you've spilled and made the glass dirty with that cappuccino stain,” Davis picked up the glass to show Diora.
“Gosh ... just a little stain like that you don't want to drink it?” ask Diora in disbelief. Making him shake his head, he really did not expect to meet a person who could be said to be complicated for him.
“Yes, it is no longer aesthetic to see,” Davis replied making Diora puff her breath limp.
“Then we exchange, you drink mine.” Diora put down her favorite iced, letting it go for others to spend. “And I will drink yours.” He picked up a small glass with a bit of that stain, then drank it right on the brown spot on the dried glass. “You too? Don't want to drink yours because there's a cappuccino stain in your glass?” his tan looked at George and pointed at the glass in front of the man who had just been silent.
“No,” great-grandson George briefly, looking at Diora for a moment.
“I gouge your eyes if I see it,” threatens Davis. Making Diora who heard shuddered in horror, while George was just plain to hear it.
“Pelit once,” taunted George without changing his face that did not describe anything, then turned his eyes to his phone.
“You drink and spend .. I buy it with my own money, if you don't drink it, I'll spend it ... I don't want you to waste my free money like that,” Diora's scatter on both the men on her right and left. Makes them feel a little bad for not drinking it.
George immediately took and spent without any rest. Davis, too, took a cappuccino glass and downed it right on Diora's lip.
“Basic greed,” sneer Diora. Grunts annoyed, because all the drinks there are already traces of lips arrogant man who he hopes will not be his soul mate.
“No! just for you, I don't want to drink on your lips,” refused Diora. Return to Davis. But rejected, then the court returned each other iced many times to spill and hit Davis clothes.
George just laughed inwardly looking at the drama in front of him.
“You made my clothes dirty!” mrs Davis looked at her wet self.
“Sorry ... I accidentally,” regretted Diora. He picked up a tissue and wiped the dirty tables and floors.
“Why did you even clean it instead of cleaning my clothes,” the infuriated Davis stared at Diora who was under it cleaning.
Diora raised her head and said, “because your clothes have been absorbed while this cannot be absorbed unless cleaned.”
“Sit!” davis's word of emphasis is indisputable. Making Diora directly back to immerse her body in the chair. “You have to change my car and put me in a new one, I give you three days to replace it .. I don't want to know,” he repeated, don't want to mince words anymore.
“That's the name of oppression,” annoyed Diora pursed her lips.
“Give me your identity card,” pinta Davis, put his right hand in front of Diora's face looking confused.
“For what?” ask Diora. Although confused, he still took out his wallet from inside the bag.
“As a guarantee that you won't escape.” Without proper manners, Davis immediately grabbed the wallet and took Diora's identity card. “Thank you for the transaction,” he said, then left Diora after returning the wallet and car keys. Because he's going to have an important meeting, so he can't stay there any longer. Indeed, he really wanted to bring Diora right now.