When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Paijos!

Michelle did not imagine her life the past month had changed drastically. Since the first time to get acquainted with Paijo warm togetherness that lame brought him on a new level of surging. The longer the more terrible as if pulling him on many things that he just knew.

With daydreams, the happy grief that he lived in the simple house conveys a variety of messages when the universe has left various collisions to him. But he knew, no one was able to control the wind while sailing, but he could adjust the screen.

Michelle smiled as she moved away from the carpet when the sound of Paijo's motorbike stopped in front of the house. Opening the door, she briefly peeked at her husband taking off the helmet.

Paijo took off his shoes while sitting on a bamboo chair, the look on his face that was wrinkled leaving a question mark.

Michelle nodded her head, as the history she had already permeated it much more in Paijo's attitude. Then one by one his aggressive attitude evaporated in the air.

“Tumben back discharged magrib, busy in office?” he said as he grabbed the black backpack that Paijo held out.

“So go home first.” said Paijo after being showered with a full glance. “There are those who want to marry, so it must be a youth-drivers meeting.”

“Oh, have you eaten dong means?” Michelle tidied up her half-finished design after putting a Paijo bag in the room. While Paijo was sitting on the carpet, he removed the buttons of his clothes.

“Numbered, Iceland. Chat with the gents just coffee, no eating.” Paijo draped his shirt on the sofa.

“Keep what let me eat. I haven't cooked.” I have doubts. Cook is an activity that he avoids but for the sake of Paijo once twice the kitchen he sambangi to just make coffee, and easy western cuisine.

“I again work on the design for Surabaya fashion week three months away.”

Paijo smiled blandly as he grabbed the sheets of paper that Michelle had given him. While observing the work full of passion and thoroughness his wife Paijo heard.

“Two months before the show started, I have to go to SBY, a lot of business. Problem I stay a long time?” ask Michelle.

“No problem, I follow the time of the show.” Paijo was amazed by one raw design themed mule dress with a strap halter.

Michelle's smile faded. A month he had wasted time with Paijo in the house, leaving him two months without meeting it felt like a lot was lacking.

“Not every weekend only? We can try to meet.”

Paijo watched the hazel eyes almost cry, either cry for what happened because a month was just a debate over diet and habitual disputes. For him it is commonplace, the barriers that separate the two are increasingly not spaced and transparent. The more obvious it is that is fortifying them.

Another is with Paijo who considers all are still in safety even though slalu placed at the point of passionate desire for Michelle that moment will provoke her mood.

“Ngak can not be separated for a long time, later it will not be in love.” said Michelle while reaching for her unemployed hand. “I intend to take you from Puspita.”

Paijo let out a long breath. “Puspita can already be in contact, Sel.”

“Oh..” Michelle raised an eyebrow while taking off her hand. A moment of his heart was pinched hearing the reality that once twice he expected Puspita to take longer and longer to serve his country.

“Udah connect again, okay deh.” Michelle tidied up the sheet of paper that Paijo had placed on the carpet while bowing her head. He will be patient waiting for Paijo to break up, at least the aroma has been sniffed.

“You have dinner with Puspita only, I have to start a diet.” Michelle said grimacingly. “I prosper living here.”

Paijo held Michelle's wrist before the woman wearing the sky-blue, matching summer dress on her troubled skin and the reading glasses moved from the living room.

“Puspita hasn't come home yet, she's just an apple in town. There's a signal.” Paijo explained, glimpsing, the eyes carried him on a row of soul-stifling charades. “I shower first keep us eating outside.”

Michelle gave a thumbs up, as usual she would prepare Paijo's clothes on the room table and tidy up her dirty clothes in the bamboo basket.

In no less than ten minutes, Paijo finished cleaning himself. In the room, instead of finding Michelle getting ready or flirting with the towel-covered Jonny as usual, the woman was busy scraping pencils on the paper while standing up.

“If you are busy and bad mood do not have to go, I just buy it.” said Paijo lamented, even though his intention went both to fix the gap so as not to widen.

“Bby.” Michelle turned her head while closing her eyes as the towel slipped from Paijo's body. “Wagyu steak with mushroom sauce.” he said in tone.

Paijo snorted while tying the shoelaces he made his belt. “Bad mood what jealous Puspita active again?”

Placing Michelle's pencil turned around, she took off her reading glasses while shaking her hair. Showing her super model attitude that she's hiding.

“What is a Michelle worth jealous of, Jo?”

While combing the hair in front of the closet, the reflection of Michelle's face from the mirror can be seen from there. She was sure the woman had many talents including hiding her feelings now.

“If you are not jealous you are mediocre. The supposedly jealous Wong is Puspita, not you!” Paijo grinned in the heart, “Remember...Jealousness is a sign of love, or do not-don't already love you the same me?”

“PAIJO!”

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