There I am
Like Rows And Rows

"Having ads till late at night?"

"Yes.because the spoiled artist is so unprofessional." Dayu looks upset.

"Then did you vent your anger on me?"

Adrian smiled cynically. Mayu stopped putting food in her mouth. He was silent for a moment, "What are you going to tell your parents about our introduction?"

Mayu changed the direction of the conversation. The woman was not in the mood to argue with Adrian. Mayu is too tired for that.

"How about I tell you that we met at a party and I like you right away."

"Hm, love at first sight?" said Dayu cynically, "With your reputation being like that, what your parents would believe. Correct a story that makes more sense, if necessary make it as dramatic as possible."

"It is precisely a person who has such a reputation who is very reasonable to fall in love at first sight and immediately want to get married because they feel they find the right woman."

Adrian excitedly explained to Dayu that the story he made was very appropriate.

"And you alone? What would you say to marry me?"

"Do I have to make a story that seems dramatic?"

"Suach to you!" Adrian replied in a style that seemed to not care when he was waiting for Dayu's words.

"I can't resist you and your charm. The way you approached me made me finally melt down and want to marry you."

In fact, Dayu was not sure of the answer he gave. He is too poor to fall for Adrian's charms. Adrian's parents must have thought Dayu was fascinated by Adrian's money and his family background what else Dayu is just a teri class artist.

Adrian nodded, "Okay, that's fine."

"What do you want to know about me?" ask Adrian.

"Is everything about you in the search engines insufficient?"

Being shot with such a question made Adrian flutter. Adrian remembers the news about himself in the search engine nothing good. However, most are just gossiping about her with a row of A,B,C women. If you look around it is like a row and a series of counts.

Adrian only really fell in love once and he felt that the woman was his lover. The rest are just overconfident women who have become her boyfriend, friends but friendly, relationship without status. Yeah, that kind of thing.

"I can play the piano well, I can also play the guitar. It looks like about it there's nothing written in the search engines."

Adrian stood up and pulled soft Dayu's hand. "I'll show you the most exciting place in this house."

Adrian takes Dayu to a room. When the door opened, Dayu saw two guitars in the corner of the room. A piano and a bookcase that's not too big. The carpet was light brown with a few pillows on it, looking comfortable to be there. Dayu stood staring in amazement at the row of books then she crouched down to pick up some neatly arranged books on the carpet.

"Books I've read but haven't had time to put on the shelf." Adrian explained to Dayu, who was staring at every book title.

"I also like to eat even though I'm not good at cooking."

"Why open a restaurant? Because you like to eat?" Dayu asked quietly while opening the book that was on her lap. This time he looked comfortable and relaxed. Suppose from yesterday I brought him here, surely talking to him would be more fun.

Adrian chuckles at Dayu's question, "Yes, that's it!"

"Can you play piano or guitar?" ask Adrian.

"No! Genta, my brother can play guitar. I don't know where he learned it from. Maybe from his friend or a neighbor next to the house. It just so happens that the neighbor next to my house has a band and often gigs at the cafe."

Dayu excitedly told her neighbor, the cafe singer, made Adrian jealous. I want Adrian to stop the story of Dayu. "Genta wants a guitar, but I can't buy one for Genta. Guitar with good quality is pretty expensive." Dayu.

"Even more should I know about you, which is not in the gossip news. About you that someone else might ask. You don't have to tell everything if you feel it's very personal and you think it's something you should keep secret." Dayu quickly changed the circumstances and the topic of conversation.

"Consecrated? I don't think there's a secret." Adrian tries to remember what secrets he has.

"I'm not a woman who wants to know about you. It's just about contract marriage. We should have the same story when asked. Ah, you can write down all the things you like, that you don't like, your hobbies, whatever they are. I will read and remember it."

Dayu stood up and walked away from the room with a heavy heart. Surely Dayu wants to lie down, read a book while listening to Adrian play his instrument. His imagination is inappropriate. Too demanding more.

"Would you like to go home?" For Adrian the arrival time of Dayu is too little.

"No, I still have something to do. Don't forget to write it!"

"What about you? Your hobbies, your favorites?" Hearing Adrian's question, Dayu stopped his steps. He looked past his shoulder, "People like me don't have much choice to like or dislike on something. Enjoy something for a hobby. I don't have time for that. Just remember one thing, I love books and money."

Dayu faced her face straight ahead, walking out with upright steps. He doesn't want to look. The man cannot see his tears.

The fun? Is that pleasure? For a long time he could not make out with pleasure.