The Obsession of the Actor
Make up
Somehow Kania wanted to laugh at Drake's very upset look. Being in a restaurant to fill his stomach, Drake sat in front of Kania. Drake is upset about losing golf with Joshua. Feeling his pride falling in front of Kania—Drake became very upset.
“You laughed at my defeat?” drake asked narrowed his eyes at Kania's happy look.
Kania shakes. “Bukan—but your face is funny,” answers.
“I'm not a comedian—Kania. My face is too handsome to laugh at.”
“You are too confident—Sir,” Kania said.
“Don't panggi me like that.”
“Why?”
“Dangerous.”
Kania blinked her eyes. I really don't know where the danger is. But something he realized—talking lightly like this with Drake was fun. Drake no longer forced her— to do anything at will that hurt her.
“I like it like this—Drake.”
“You mean?”
Kania stared in Drake. “I like you like this. I can talk to you without fear. You're more human. I prefer us like this. Can we start everything from scratch?”
“Starting from friends you mean?”
Kania laughs. “Ehmm start slowly.”
“You know your words are ambiguous.”
Kania blinked her eyes. “Not—I mean you and I can have a light relationship. Honestly speaking what you want to talk about and appreciate each other.”
“Bby but—“
“What?”
“I can't resist not touching you.”
“I know.”
“So—?”
“I allow as long as you do not do it with anger let alone to rough.”
“Oke.”
Kania extended her hand. “Deal.”
Drake smile. “Deal.” Warmly welcome Kania's hand held by his hand.
~~
“I'm leaving,” said Kania. He crouched down, staring at Drake who was still sleeping under the blanket.
But the checks in his hands made him wobbly and unsteady in the man's burly body. “I have to leave—Drake.”
“Babe it's still too early.”
“No according to me. It's too late to sleep on a mattress.”
Drake opened his eyes. Tracing the beautiful face that has polished make up. His fingers stretched out rubbing Kania's cheeks. “Why do you keep getting more beautiful.”
“Thank you—but I don't think your seduction will affect me.”
“Really?” Drake hugged Kania's waist tighter. “Then I want to tell you something. Lately there's something that makes me happy.”
“What?”
“Seeing your smile.”
Kania's lips curl up a smile.
“You smile, babe.” Drake stole a kiss on Kania's lips. Dabbing the beautiful mane of black Kania, Drake drew closer. Hugging then drowned her face in the recess of Kania's neck.
“I like your aroma.”
Kania pushes Drake's body. Immediately got up and away so that the man could not reach his body. “You can breathe it later—now I go first.” Without hearing an answer from Drake—Kania stepped out of the room.
Actually he came out of his penthouse and left Drake alone in his room. But no problem—doesn't the penthouse also belong to Drake. Alright Kania must realize that now is the time to work. He breathed and then got into the elevator.
~~
Kania nodded. “From whom?”
“Unknown only says his company only.”
Kania received the box. Slowly he opened it. A silver dress complete with heels. A red letter made him frown.
‘Come meet again dear. Oh, you don't want to. If you don't want to I'll spread our photos to all the media. I'll make sure your girlfriend gets angry. You know I'm not, my ex-boyfriend?’
Kania squeezes the letter roughly. Devano's crazy! Fucking Psychopath! The sender of the package was his ex-girlfriend, Devano Wiratama. The Wiratama Group. Fu! What else is he bothering. So that there is no more problem he must meet with Devano. It will solve everything.
~~
Kania got out of the car. He went straight into a restaurant that looked quiet. The first time he entered, his eyes moved in search of someone. His eyes immediately stopped on a man sitting on one of the benches in a navy suit. Kania approached, her knocks of heels sounded.
He sits in front of Devano, his ex-girlfriend. “What do you want?” asked Kania coldly.
Devano. Her smile made her cheekbones visible. Handsome and neat, the type of man women crave. But now Kania no longer admires her ex-boyfriend. Do not deny if Devano is handsome, but unfortunately the contents of his brain are only cells. Kania chose to break up instead of giving her virginity only to br*ngs*k guys like Devano.
“I just want to meet my ex-boyfriend. I just want to know how it is. How are you—Kania?”
“Much better than with you.”
“Where is the sweet Kania? Where is my Kani who always obeys me. Where's Kania who always grabs me.”
Kania stared at Devano's disgust. “Cania that used to be dead.”
“You changed—Kania. But your beauty is still the same. Before and now you are still very beautiful.”
“Shut your mouth, Bastard! I don't want to deal with you anymore. You and I have been apart for a long time why are you still calling me huh?”
“Because I want to reverse. I still love you—Kania.” Devano's gaze turned soft. Remembering Kania used to be very sweet made him want to repeat those times.
“I'm not stupid—until whenever I won't want to reciprocate with you. I've had a lover don't bother me.” Kania standing. I'm sick of the drama that Devano created.
“I'll send our photos on—Drake.”
Kania stop. “Send only. What photo do you have? I never even slept with you. A kiss? I'm not sure I ever kissed you. A hug? It can be counted with my fingers holding you. If there is a picture of me with you. Just send. I'm not afraid.”
Devano clenched his hand. It won't stop. Just wait, surely he will make Kania bend her knees again to him.
~~
When she opened the door of her penthouse, Kania was immediately greeted by a warm embrace from someone's large body. “How long once—you're late, babe.” The whisper is right next to the right ear.
“I just met a madman?”
Drake slightly jerked. “Who?”
“Promise won't get angry?”
“I'm not sure.”
“Promise first then I will tell you.”
Drake then nodded. He held Kania's hand. “Oke so who.”
“My ex.”
“What?”
“Ya—dia asked me to meet at a restaurant. I think I should meet him so he doesn't bother me.”
“Then what did he say? He wants to turn you back on? Or he said he still loved you.”
“It doesn't matter. My relationship with him is over. I told him not to bother me anymore. I don't have any feelings for her.”
There's a sense of relief. Drake pulled Kania's waist to lean on her. “Next time tell me, I'll beat him.”
Kania laughed crisply. “Do not beat anyone else—later your hands will be dirty.”
“Let the most important dirty my bidadiku not hurt.”
“The longer your chatter gets less conceptualized.”
“My combination was created spontaneously, no concept first.”
“Yaa up.”