NOT Second Lead
Emir Dating

Heli was stopped at the root top of a five-star hotel which from the air is very close and can be reached in a short time because it is free of traffic.

The emir who went down first, then extended his hand to Kamila who with a thumping chest greeted him.

"May I.....?" the Emir asked while showing him his phone.

He also wanted to keep a picture of this beauty in his phone.

"Yes" said Kamila embarrassed. Moreover, without hesitation the Emir embraced it and made his head lean on the chest of the Emir field wrapped in his white shirt.

They are like a couple who love each other. Kamila's heart did not stop beating fast.

The man only snaps it once, after which keeps his phone in his pants pocket.

"Come," he said again as he stepped up while still embracing Kamila's shoulder.

The girl could not protest or stay away. He was hypnotized.

His gaze was now fixed on a round dining table that there was only one in this vast root top. It felt strange in Kamila's mind, but she was willing to think about it. There were also only two chairs, while dozens of maids lined up there with troly which Kamila was sure was the dish for them.

On his right left is also a beautiful living flower. And not far from there was a large classical piano with a young male pianist sitting there.

What if Selina came? This concept will not be a romantic date again with a lover.

Kamila's heart was beating hard.

It's dating? his mind with a heart that was getting faster was beating, without rhythm and tone.

Without feeling they had already arrived in front of the dining table that had been his focus. The soft music of the pianist was soft.

The Emir retreated his chair and greeted the doctor whose face was red to the neck of his level to sit down.

Then he went to his desk with the first waiter serving appetizers.

"You have prepared very carefully. How about Selina come? Are you going to ask for an extra seat?"

The Emir chuckled softly.

"I will definitely make him not want to come along. Like that."

Kamila laughed softly. Yes, even without being asked Selina had refused without having to force it.

"Sorry," said the Emir while wiping with a tissue a little stain of fruit salad dressing on the tip of Kamila's lips

The girl was fixated, the man's rubbing was so gentle.

Then he turned his gaze as soon as this man's hand moved away. Don't ask her how her heart wants to jump away because of those few seconds.

Not long after the main food came out.

It is only fitting that there are many maids in the uniforms of five-star hotels near them.

Every menu that comes out or leaves, there will be more than two people who do it.

When did he prepare it?

Who he really is....

There were a lot of questions in Kamila's mind.

Unfortunately the man only introduced himself as Emir. No frills last name. Family name. Just like himself too. So he didn't know which family the Emir came from. From the luxuries she offers, Kamila is convinced, the Emir is the son of one of her papal business colleagues.

Kamila was convinced that this man was very rich. Maybe from the beginning he was the one who made his own conclusions about the car.

Who knows, the car....

"Don't daydream. Or less?" Emirs deliberately provide it in small portions of the main food, but consists of several types.

Who knows if this doctor is on a diet, he thought.

While the servant came to take turns putting new food and taking the previous sidelines. The soft rhythmic music was still soft, played with emotion by his pianists.

"No. This was more than enough," Kamila's smile returned the smile of the Emir who was still looking at her gently.

How can he say less to the food that comes and goes without knowing when it will end, his mind is a bit nagging.

In addition, a soft romantic song really moved his heart.

This is beyond belief. Kamila thought that they would enjoy a meal at a restaurant or in a cafe, as they had just met again after a few days had passed.

But Emir did it with things he could not possibly forget.

"Where else are we going?" kamila asked as she looked up at the Emir.

Maybe the fate of this man is lucky, right now they are just alone in the elevator.

"Walk for a while," said the Emir stared back at him.

Again Kamila felt hypnotized by the Emir's shady eyes. His gaze could not escape from the handsome face of the man.

"May I....?" The Emir's face is getting closer.

Why does he like to ask? rutuk Kamila. Kamila involuntarily closed her eyes when the warm breath of the Emir hit her face.

As if getting a gesture of approval from Kamila, the Emir buried his lips deeply. Give her best kiss.

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They went down to the basement. The man's kiss was still so strong that he was still ashamed to look at the Emir's face.

The Emir took him near his parked ducal motorbike.

"Where are you going?" asked the Emir while lifting Kamila's chin which was still lowered.

The Emir paused his lips when he saw the face he now raised was already very reddened.

"home."

"Where?"

"What?" ask Kamila confused. He's still loding.

Emir's lips twitched to see a face that looked right did not understand the meaning of his speech earlier.

"The address of your home" the Emir said again.

Kamila blushing straight away.

Nervously, he mentioned his home address.

"But my bike's still in the hospital."

"Your motor yesterday?" Of course the Emir still remembers

"Yes." Yeah."

"Later I'll deliver."

"You?" Kamila stared at the noise.

The Emir poked his lips again, anxious with a face before him.

"Must me?" todong Emir asked back and again his lips twitched to hold his laughter because he saw a face that looked restless and a wrong gesture.

"Let the motorbike go. Aman, kok," Kamila finally said because he could not hold back his nervousness again when stared for a long time by the Emir.

"That's it, tomorrow I'll drop ya," the Emir smiled.

"Do it" Kamila refused to get nervous.

The Emir almost laughed at the quick rejection accompanied by the red hue on the pretty face.

"Let's go up" the Emir said as he put the doctor's helmet on.

Kamila could only nod and immediately naek into the Emir racing bike.

The Emir grabbed both of Kamila's hands to be at her waist.

"The tight embrace. Because I can't slow down with the bike."

Kamila did not answer because the motorbike was moving slowly leaving the hospital basement.

Then without aba aba speeding, crucifying the right and left with agility.

Kamila did not scream, only tightening his embrace on the Emir's waist which he did not know was a warm smile.