Sharing a Bed
Chapter 7. He's mine

an Rama got up from the chair and threw away the cigarette butt in his gapit, he stepped arrogantly near Vicky.

Actually he never disputed his closeness with Melati, his wife. They had been close for a long time, before he knew each other with Melati.

Vicky stepped closer, his eyes fixed on the clenched arms of the mama and the hardened firm jaw.

"So you're really jealous?" asked Vicky knitting his brows.

There was no answer from Rama, from the look of his eyes implied that he was controlling the emotions that had reached the crown.

"Where are you guys from?" asked Rama firmly.

"So you're curious? We went to a place where you didn't even know where it was" said Vicky, drawing closer and looking intently at Rama.

"You know, my biggest mistake was letting my loved ones go pick up their misery" Vicky continued.

"She's already my wife, so you don't have to bother thinking about her" said Rama.

Vicky stepped back and laughed. He did not expect Rama to say so, though,

"Try to learn to distinguish, which wife and maid. Only then can you stop me from thinking about Melati's life, she's so unlucky to have you." replied Vicky who immediately stepped out of the room.

Rama threw his punch into the air, feeling a failure with the effort he had been doing.

Yes ... He could not control his emotions, but deep down ... Jasmine is the main reason for living.

Vicky stepped towards the elevator, he immediately pressed the button leading to the most basic floor. Right where the CRV is parked.

Without waiting for the elevator to open he took off the suit and tie attached to his body, his heart and body were currently extremely sultry.

He got into the car and sped off at high speed leaving the office parking lot.

His emotions are out of control, he's driving at high speed. Some of the cars he was overtaking honked. But Vicky doesn't care.

Vicky stopped his car when he saw a man crossing the street suddenly.

His feet stepped on the brake pedal which made his body slightly forward,

"Gosh, it's almost" said Vicky relieved that the brakes were disc enough to not hit the person.

The man bowed and apologized, and Vicky resumed his journey.

He decided to rest on the side of the road, precisely under a shady tree. Repeatedly she ruffled her hair, her brain was currently extremely stressed.

He stared at the clear blue sky, his thoughts floating back in time. Exactly a wonderful time with someone he loved so much in the past 7 years.

By the time it snowed in the ginseng country, everyone had taken refuge from the piercing cold to the bone marrow.

But with both people still enjoying the warmth of this snow season.

"Like the snow?" vicky asked, looking at Melati who was playing in the snow.

They sat on a park bench, both wearing upholstered jackets complete with headgear and high boots.

Today it was very cold, snow was starting to fall everywhere.

"I used to really want to hold this clean white object, it turns out I can realize my dream," said Melati smiling thinly.

"I can keep you company until you're satisfied playing," said Vicky throwing a shady smile.

Melati just threw a smile, she knew what Vicky meant. But all this time he only considered himself a friend, nothing more.

"Yes ... You have to keep me company until graduation, right?" jasmine throws a glance.

Vicky just chuckled, he knew Melati would always change the topic when she started offending.

What's wrong with trying? Before there was a ring embedded in his ring finger, is not this legitimate.

Melati's gentle attitude made Vicky increasingly solidify his heart to dock. Unfortunately his feelings are always rejected by the girl who diving has made her day always beautiful.

Melati threw a glance in the other direction, she was heartless looking at the blue-eyed man beside her.

Somehow he could not accept the sincere feelings that were always given to him, the blue eyes were always there at any time he needed it.

"I forgot, you're still focused on your college. Sorry," said Vicky, smiling wryly.

"Don't we try hard? Don't you miss your family?" tanya Melati tries to find other topics so as not to stiffen.

Vicky smiled slightly and then raised his head up, looking up at the night sky filled with white specks that hit his face.

Yes ... He does miss his family in his home country, but his heart is more comfortable here. A sweet and sincere smile that always makes his spirit grow from day to day.

"I miss them, but I'm more at home here" said Vicky Mash.

"Why?" sahut Jasmine.

"Because it's so cold in there, it's not like here. Very warm .." replied Vicky with a heavy voice.

His blue eyes looked at the still pensive Melati hearing the blue-eyed man's answer before her.

Really, Melati wanted to faint to hear Vicky's words her sweet lips always spread words that made her heart lulled for a moment.

The voice of the woman who was calling his name made his daydream scatter instantly.

"Sorry, can you ask me where this address is?" ask a woman who is handing out a piece of paper.

Vicky grabbed the piece of paper and read the string of letters in front of him, his eyes perfectly rounded as he read the line.

"Sorry, who is it?" ask Vicky curiously.

"I'm Stevy, I want to go to my aunt's house. That's the address" the woman said.

Vicky looked at the woman before him from top to bottom, as if she had never known this name. But why could his home address be on him.

"What are you riding on?" ask Vicky.

"It was in the car, but my car broke down and I put the workshop down there," Stevy said, pointing his index finger at the workshop.

Vicky's brows furrowed, the problem was that the workshop at the end of the road was not an official workshop. Only his tire patch workshop.

"And you leaked?" vicky said, confirming Stevy's words.

Stevy doesn't believe he can meet a creature like this, it's different between a leaky tire and a strike. We both cannot walk.

"I'm sorry my Master is busy, if I don't know I can find the address myself, thank you" said Stevi who grabbed the paper in Vicky's hand and passed.

He was tired because his car broke down. Even he had to drive his car even though the tire deflated, it was impossible for his flattened body to push the car alone.

The car broke down, looking for a workshop, walked in no direction and was very complete plus met a super perfect person. Even his words are wrong.

"I'm Vicky, the son of Lady Elisabeth the man you're looking for," said Vicky, staring at the woman's back as it stopped.