
"Damn! I don't know which clothes to wear" Emma lamented as she unpacked her wardrobe.
Elric, who was lying on the bed playing a game on his phone, broke down. It had been almost half an hour that she waited for Emma to find the clothes that the girl thought were suitable to go to dinner with her mother's father in Greenwich. Yes, Elric intends to introduce Emma as his girlfriend to both parents. Even though they already know each other. However, Elric has not told Nathan and Alya that his girlfriend is Emma Lopez, his former personality teacher.
"Any shirt, Em. Everything looks good if you wear it." Elric chimed in on Emma's complaint. If left unchecked, their plan is doomed to fail.
Emma exhaled her rough breath. With lazy grabbed one dress with floral patterns, then a black sweater to neutralize the slightly striking color on the dress.
To be honest Emma felt so nervous at the thought of her meeting with Elric's parents. I don't know, he was afraid they couldn't accept it because the social status between him and Elric was different. However, on the other hand, he also thought they wouldn't bother about it.
"Don't look at me, El! Facing there!" hardik Emma when she saw Elric was looking at her who was changing clothes.
"Sorry ...," elric kik while turning the body.
Emma squinted both of her eyes. Then he turned to face a long mirror on the wall of his room. The girl pecked herself for a moment, tidying up the dress and sweater that wrapped her. Her long hair she booths. Then his makeup, he decided to polish the makeup thinly.
"How's it?" ask Emma to Elric who immediately turned around checking on Emma's appearance.
"Wow, you look perfect. Amazing (you look perfect. Awesome)," said Elric, shaking his head.
"Basic liar!" grouse Emma is upset.
Elric chuckled and jumped out of bed. He who was ready with neat clothes immediately took Emma out of their room.
"Just get a cab, okay?" bargain Elric when the two were already standing in front of their apartment building.
"Just give it up." Emma tidied the scarf on her slightly shifted neck.
"Hmm .. It looks like I have to buy my own car," said Elric as he scrolled through the phone screen to order a taxi.
"For what?" Emma frowned and looked at Elric.
"Let's get comfortable." Elric turned his head towards Emma while raising his eyebrows.
Emma threes. "Is your money enough?"
"There's no need for a luxury car like James's, is there?" quip Elric.
"While insinuating me, huh?" Emma had a stern facial expression.
Elric raised both his hands. Then he waved at a black sedan that seemed to be the taxi they ordered. The two got into a taxi and headed to Greenwich.
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"Are all the food ready, Lupita?" Alya looked at the kitchen and family dining room where Lupita was lying there.
"Already, Mrs Bradley," said Lupita, giving her thumbs up.
"Nice" said Alya. "I'll be in the studio if you'll be looking for me when Elric and his girlfriend come" she told Lupita. Then, he set foot down the corridor to Nathan's studio. The man was busy with his favorite guitar.
"Oh yeah?" Alya checked the clothes that wrapped her slender body. Only a simple dress is suitable to wear at home dinner.
"Always (always)," Nathan said as he grabbed Alya's hip and pulled her close to him. He placed a soft kiss on his wife's lips.
"You ruined my lipstick, honey," Alya lamented, pushing Nathan's chest away.
"Oles later. Let me first enjoy your seductive lips." Nathan was about to grab Alya's chin and put his face closer to his wife's face when Lupita knocked on the open studio door and told her that Elric had arrived.
"Thanks, Lupita," said Alya, tidying up her clothes and hair. She buys Ethan an eye, protesting the actions of her husband that embarrassed her in front of the housekeeper. While Nathan just chuckles without feeling sinful and walks behind Alya while patting his wife's pan tat.
"Nathan, stop!" hardik Alya while pinching hard Nathan's stomach, made the handsome man grimace in pain.
In the living room, Elric had been waiting there with Emma. The presence of the girl made Nathan and Alya throw one another a glance, then stare alternately the two lovebirds.
"Yes. Emma's my boyfriend." Elric answered both of his parents' unspoken questions.
"We don't suspect it at all. I thought you were just sharing an apartment. So, as James meant, someone had snatched his girlfriend ...." Nathan urung continued as Alya's hand squeezed his palm slowly, gesturing him not to reply in front of the two.
"Hello, Emma .. nice to see you again" said Alya kindly. Of course he does not mind the girl who became the boyfriend of his son. What he observed all this time, Elric's life has been much better. Emma had a positive influence on her son.
"Hi, Mrs Bradley, how are you?" Emma nodded nervously.
"I'm good. Ah, just call Alya." The beautiful woman beckoned Nathan to greet Emma, when she saw her husband just standing still.
"Owh, hi, Emma ... how are you?" Nathan who gasped immediately shook Emma's hand.
"Can we start dinner? I'm so hungry" said Elric, interrupting the awkwardness between the three men.
"Sure, dear," said Alya as she wore a smile. "Come, Emma." He grabbed the girl by the arm and took her to the dining room. The men followed them from behind.
The dining table is filled with delicious dinner dishes. A slightly awkward dinner for Emma, now begins to warm up. Because Alya always involves Emma in every topic of conversation. And Nathan as well.
"How long have you been together?" ask Nathan. It made Elric and Emma throw each other a shy smile.
"Two weeks like that. Right, isn't it, Em?" elric asked Emma who was sitting next to him.
"yeah. Let's just say" Emma's pissed.
"You're a compatible couple" Alya praised. "Isn't that right, honey?" She turned to Nathan for her husband's opinion.
"I agree with you (i agree with your opinion)" Nathan said. He gave a big smile. However, his smile slowly faded as his eyes stared into the dining room's doorway.
A long brown-haired man stood there, looking at everyone sitting around the dining table. A bitter smile fell from his lips. His facial expression was so difficult to describe with words.
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