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Alexandre Tobias Forsberg,

"So how, Ma'am? Is this your car?" asked the man while shaking his waist beside Dena. A question that of course makes singles not virgins more confused, after seeing the license plate number of the luxury car. Dena did not know how to behave in the presence of the man who was looking at her. He also cannot think clearly because to stand up straight it feels unable.

"Be careful! Don't let my car's hood get scratched!" The man warned Dena who was leaning there. "So how, Ma'am? Is this your car?" ask the man again.

Confessing guilt and apologizing to the man, of course, will not be done by Dena, even though he was drunk at that time. However, he himself did not know what else to do, because in reality Dena did not find where the whereabouts of her White Pearl Platinum Honda Accord. He really lost concentration.

"Ah yes, it turns out that this car is not mine," Dena replied without the slightest guilt. The forty-five-year-old single laughed so lightly, as if nothing had happened.

While the man can only snort annoyed when facing a woman who is drunk, and leaning in front of the hood of his car. The sturdy man was getting mummified after hearing Dena's babble that he did not understand. Dizzy feeling because it has not been completed playing with a paid woman, is now increasing after facing Dena.

"So what car did you bring, ma'am? Let me help you find the car. I'm sick of dealing with obscure women like you," the handsome man complained as he let out a rough breath.

"Hey! Watch your talk! What did you say? I'm not a clear woman? If you're not talking, Kang Dayat!" jolt Dena while pointing at the man with her index finger. He did not accept if the man judged himself as a woman unclear.

"Ah, stop! Where's your car?" The man was getting irritated because Dena never showed his car.

"If I remember where my car is, I must have been out of your presence since then, you shitty man!" grumbled Dena with an unclear conjecture. "Oh, how can hunger and sleep come at the same time? Try if you're in my position right now. My stomach was rumbling, but my eyes couldn't stand it. Yes envelopes, why does life always have to be faced with two choices?" Dena's answer made the man even more frustrated. He rubbed his face violently because he did not know what else to do.

Alexandre Tobias Forsberg, that's the name of the man who was dealing with Dena at the time. Alexandre is an automotive entrepreneur. He is a man of Swedish descent who has several luxury car showrooms and scattered in several major cities in Indonesia. Alexandre has never been married despite being forty-six years old.

"This is how it is! It's better to take me home, than I have to keep dealing with you longer" said Alexandre after finding the right solution to his problem this time.

"Well, so dong! That's a great idea!" Dena developed her smile before it passed from before the man. He opened the left car door and just got into Alexandre's car.

"Gosh, what a troublemaker," the copper-haired handsome man muttered. Not wanting to be too dizzy with Dena's behavior, Alexandre immediately entered. "Tonight you've made me lose a lot, ma'am. I have to pay PSK services at a hefty rate but not until it is finished. If so, who will take responsibility. Do I have to go solo again," Alexndre's cerocos while turning on the engine of his car. He began to slowly drive the luxury car out of the parking lot of the elite night club.

"You're such a fuss. I think maybe your mom was obsessed with girls, huh?" sahut Dena while leaning his body comfortably. Occasionally, he yawned long, then closed his eyes. However, not long after the single was back awake. A little of the consciousness still remains, reminding him not to let his guard down. "No! I can't sleep!" Denise spoke to herself at the time. He widened his eyes wide.

"I can't sleep. If I go to sleep, then I could be the target of this strange man's rape" Dena said slowly, but could still be heard clearly by Alexandre.

"Hey, Ma! Don't be reckless. I'm not a rapist!" alexandre's protest was resolute. "Just boy. Already disturb people's pleasure, ngaku-ngu people's car, now accuse people carelessly. Already so boro-boro apologizing, instead ...." Alexandre turned to Dena. The woman was already sound asleep. "Gosh," he murmured as he clucked in annoyance.

"Sir, don't sleep here" said the Swedish crossbreeder as he continued to drive. "Hey, Ma! Wake up!" tell her again with a loud enough voice. However, in fact it has no effect whatsoever. Never wake up, because Dena does not even move at all other than because of a small shock from the speed of the vehicle they are riding.

Not long after, Alexandre decided to pull over. He then brought himself closer to Dena. The well-built man dared to pat the drunk woman's arm. However, Dena slept very well and was not disturbed at all. He even dreamed if he was on vacation at a luxury resort with a very beautiful natural scenery.

"Yes, God. Especially this?" alexandre's Complain. The man thought for a moment, before returning to run his vehicle to continue the journey. In the end, the luxurious sedan car he was driving entered the courtyard of a three-story stately house.

Alexandre stopped his car in front of the terrace with a few steps. After removing the seat belt, the man then got off the vehicle. He walked around the car, then opened the door next door. Dena was still sound asleep.

For a moment, the copper-haired brunette man stood up while watching Dena. Not long after, he also took off the seat belt that crossed the chest of the forty-five-year-old single. Alexandre then pulled Dena out of the car with his cradle. He took the drunk woman into the magnificent whitewashed house.

Arriving inside, Alexandre immediately brought Dena into the room. He put her to sleep in the guest room on the first floor. "It's a pain" the handsome man complained after enveloping Dena's body. A moment later, Alexndre came out of the room and walked into his own room.

"Just come home, son?" greet a woman who suddenly appeared from another room.

Alexandre. He immediately turned his head and was of course surprised when he saw a middle-aged woman who was walking towards him. "Mama? Since when is Mama here? Um, I mean ... I mean when did Mama come from Bandung?" alexandre asked who looked evil.

"Mama got here about three hours ago, was about to get a surprise. Uh, it turns out that you are not home anymore," complained the woman who was none other than Syafridawati, Alexandre's mother who lives in Bandung. "You know Mama's going to Stockholm to meet your dad there. Mama wanted us to come, too," she said.

...🌹To Be Continue 🌹...