Patience in Wounds (Stupidity)
122. Rooms

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The car that Mike drove up in front of a minimalist luxury house, not so big but impressed luxurious in the eyes.

"Let's go down" said Mike, he opened the car door for Febby who was still sculpting.

Febby got out of the car, still with a bead of eyes that kept looking at the house. For some reason at first sight the woman was already fascinated by the design of the house. He usually likes something grand and luxurious.

"Why don't you like this house?" mike asked Febby who was still staring.

"Like, I like it. The house isn't so big but it's so elegant" praised Febby with a face full of admiration, making Mike smile to hear it. It doesn't matter if Febby says he doesn't like the truth, he can find a bigger house for him.

"Let's go in." Mike reached out his hand and was greeted by Febby with pleasure.

They began to enter the terrace of the house and there was already someone opening the door from the inside, an old woman with a sparkling face welcoming their arrival.

"Welcome sir, Miss.," welcome the house's servant aunt.

"Bi please tell people to drop off the things in the car," Mike told the old woman he called aunt, guessing if she was his service, but why was his face so sparkling with happiness when he saw his master coming. That's what Febby had in mind.

"Come, I'll take you to your room" Mike said gently.

Uhh room, are we going to stay in the same room? ask Febby in his heart.

However Febby had no problem having sex before marriage, for him it was common. But now it feels different, since he realized there was a child in his stomach Febby does not want to do that anymore.

What does it mean that Febby wants to be given certainty? Marriage, for example. Can he get such a special status, his filthy, sinful self now expects someone to marry him.

Arriving in front of a room, Febby was still silent in his daydream.

"This is your room" Mike said as he opened the door on the second floor.

"My room...?" febby's forehead was wrinkled, what it meant the man did not live in the same room.

"Yes, let's see. If anything doesn't go your way, just tell me."

They enter the room, which Mike has prepared specifically for Febby. Formerly an empty and uninhabited room, but now it has been transformed into a female room with a dominant color of light blue and white that is very soothing to the eye.

"It's so sweet" said Febby, admiring the room. Very in accordance with his wishes.

"You likey?" asked Mike, if Febby answered not like it then that second Mike will renovate it.

"Like, I must be at home here," he said unconsciously even though he himself did not know, what their relationship would be like in the future. Until now, Mike has never mentioned marriage again. This should have been Febby's own fault for turning him down back then.

"It's good that if you like, rest. If I need anything, I'm in the workspace. You can also ask the waiter for help." Mike turned around to get out of the room.

"Ehh wait," stop Febby.

"Where is your room?" febby asked hesitantly, actually he was embarrassed to ask but his curiosity made him have to ask directly.

What's more, Mike can't guarantee if they live one room and one bed. Whether he can resist his desire that is easily provoked when close to Febby.

"My room is next door, you don't have to worry. There's also a connecting door here, so if it's midnight you need something just wake me up through this door." Mike pointed out the door.

"And this door can only be opened from this room, so I can't just go to your room" explains Mike, who doesn't want Febby to be afraid of him.

It was different rooms, Febby lamented in his heart.

"Is there any more?" ask Mike.

"No, oh yes but I didn't bring any clothes here. What should I wear?" Febby just remembered, from the hospital earlier they immediately came to the house did not take clothes first.

"Open the closet, you'll know what's inside. I'm out first, soon there'll be an aunt delivering food for you. Eat a lot, so you're healthy and my son will grow up well." After saying that Mike was out immediately, he still had a lot of work that he took home because he was again allowed to go home first.

Maybe Revan was upset with her, but Mike didn't care because he told Tio's grandfather what the reason was. Yes Tio's grandfather he already considered his own family. Mike used to tell me anything, there were no secrets between them.

"It's my son too" said Febby when Mike disappeared. He kind of disliked when he heard Mike mention that the child in his stomach was his son. But then he understood, it was probably because of his words that did not want the child at first. So Mike just thinks the kid is just his kid.

Febby walked around, looking at his new room. Every corner of the room, he loved it. The design is simple but very sweet and not boring.

"Good taste too" murmured Febby.

"What he said, look in the closet. What's there."

Febby walked towards the large closet in the room. He opened one door, saw the beautiful dress-dress hanging inside.

It was not enough to get there, he opened another door. Shoes, bags, even other knick knacks. Everything is complete there.

"The book is very plentiful and branded, the bags and shoes are too. Ehh wait if everything is there, what means there is also underwear," Febby guessed, then he opened another closet.

His eyes widened perfectly, his lips forming the letter o. Interior with various models with the famous brand Victoria se*cret is there.

"This...how does he know my size?" bewildered Febby, but a second later he gaped back. They've had intercourse, Mike must have seen Febby's entire body without exception. From there the man could tell his size.

"Aaa.. you pervert!!" peekit Febby's.

to be continue...

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