Among the Million Love
Chapter 42. First Love

My eyes felt heavy, but the sparkle of sunlight made me unable to not get up from this bed. I blinked, rubbing my eyes.

"Gruh!" I yawned and squirmed freely. Realizing that I was not in my usual bed, I jumped up and stood up straight.

I remember what happened last night, ah, this dress I was wearing? I had dinner last night, but why would I be in a hotel room? Wasn't last night in the dinning room?

And yes, ah. My madman! Even I only realized that next to me was Dr. Andre. He's still closed. This is the second time I've seen him close his eyes in front of me. He was very calm and peaceful in his sleeping position.

Seeing her being so sweet when she fell asleep like that, made me anxious. And yes, I remember last night. When we kiss, ahh, I'm crazy. Turns out she's that sweet.

He moved, but did not open his eyes. Just changing his sleeping position that was originally sideways and facing me, now stretched out. I just realized that she was that handsome, even when she fell asleep she was very calm and elegant.

I bit my lip again, wanting me to feel one more kiss on my lips from it. But, what could possibly be? Last night was me half-drunk, if this is all I'm aware of. There's no way I can do it if I don't want to say cheap women who like to nyosor to handsome men.

"But, she's very sweet." I said that allowed my own prestige.

Now he changed his position again to back me up. I was just given a view of his back still wearing a pink shirt since last night.

I ran a little and followed where he went, it felt like a dream. I feel like he's mine now, doesn't want to lose him, wants to always see his face, his smile, his voice, his attention. I want every day I open my eyes to have him in every day.

Now that her lips are slightly open, I want to hug her. I want to kiss her again and again. Now I knelt down by his face, holding my breath so as not to blow and hit his face. I put my face in his face and....

Cup. I managed to kiss her.

Is he distracted? Is he gonna wake up? Does he feel it? Apparently not, he did not respond at all. Still asleep in his dreams.

Before she actually woke up, I ran away rushing to the bathroom, cleaning my face. Once out of the bathroom door, I saw that Dr. Andre had opened his eyes, but was still lying down with a blanket covering him to the limit of his stomach.

He who saw me with wet hair, asked me nothing just saw me who was now walking towards the sofa.

"Why is her hair wet?" Then he asked, I shook my head.

"Because of the shampoo." My answer.

"Curly?"

"Yes, my hair is itching. Can't do it?" I asked, she who I noticed from the reflection of the TV screen scrunched her face.

He got out of bed, walked towards the bathroom. Not long after, he came out and his steps towards the long table near the exit.

From the corner of my eye, he walked towards me. He had two cups in his hand.

"Coffee." Handed me. He sipped his own coffee in his right hand, while the left held his own cup.

"I can't have coffee in the morning." I'm telling.

"Oh, yeah." Retract the cup.

"All right, I want coffee." I stopped him from putting the coffee back on that long table.

"She didn't want to?"

"Now I want to, let us both know each other's tastes." My speech. I sip a little black coffee in my hand. Bitter, there are no sweet people at all.

"Is this not sugar?" I asked with my tongue sticking out.

The answer is just a head-belt, bitch. The reason I don't drink coffee is because it tastes bitter and I don't like it. Still mending milk coffee or coffee with sugar, this is pure black coffee.

"Like americano." His word.

Wlee. I almost vomited imagining the taste of that one coffee, papa used to be a big fan of americano which to me it made me nauseous like seeing a cockroach. The color is also like adult cockroaches, I don't like it.

"If you don't like it, don't drink it."

I immediately put the coffee back on the long table and wiped my tongue with a piece of tissue near me.

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"Without dinner, shall I take you home?" He came back after he had gone to buy food, now in both hands carrying something that contains some food stored in totebag inscribed with a famous fast food brand.

I who was standing by the balcony of this room turned my head. For a moment I shook my head, but then I nodded.

"Let's eat, I'll bring you a salad to be healthy. You had a drink last night, right?"

"Yes, thank you."

"You're not working?" I asked in the middle of eating.

"Police."

"Where has the hospital ever had a holiday on weekends?" My fork with food that almost spewed out of my mouth.

"Hohohoho, I take a day off." He answered with a mouth filled with food, just like me.

"Hohoho, for what?" Ask again.

No answer, he finished chewing the food in his mouth, after being swallowed then he replied. "didn't you realize that I woke up bad luck?"

"Oh yes yes. " Right, we woke up when the sun had risen.

Food's up, it's time we checked out of this hotel. "I'll be back alone in my apartment."

"You want me to be with you all day?"

"Oh, it's not like that. No, not so."

"Then what should I do, Doctor Dysa?" He asked, now he holds my hand. Walk along to the parking lot.

In the car sitting together with him, we used to go everywhere together. But why does it feel like different? Every time we looked at someone swishing in this chest cavity.

"Haha, why are you always so surprised?" He said when he gotki who had several times I stole a look at him who was very dashing driving a car.

"I was watching the road over there. Why are you so scared?"

"Don't you like me?" Doctor Andre asked me that?

Do I like him, right? Since when?

"Huh? Whahuh? Likey? Like, like what? No, I hate it." Here I fold both my hands in front of my chest.

"really? Which means that last night was a lie?" Continue to provoke the shame in me that I have covered up.

"Everynight? Uh? Last night what? Why was last night? What's up?" I was pretending to have lost my memory.

She held back her smile, bit her lower lip and glanced at me.

"We're like this all night,"

"Gum." He put his lips on mine in three seconds.

"Did you forget? Hem?"

"I... I don't, what are you doing?" He managed to make my chest pound. I'm getting very nervous. Even I was able to see the details of his face very closely that was attached to my face.

"So, you're saying you like me, don't you?"

"No! I still don't like you. It sucks!" Said shouting.

Ciijert...

The car stopped abruptly as Andre's doctor stepped on his brake pedal sharply.

"Ahhhh! What's up?" My peek.

"How could you not like me, and last night you proposed to me?" He said with a serious face.

Huh huh? when do I propose to a man first?

My forehead wrinkled. "You said, 'Will you be my husband?' Did you forget that too?"

I nodded, although I actually did not forget if I said that.

"So, is it all just an illusion? Then, what do you consider me to be in your life?" He said without looking at me.

Why is the atmosphere so tense?

The car drove back on the platform, he looked focused looking forward.

"Are you angry, doc?" I asked very slowly.

"You mad?" Now I'm picking up one of my tones.

He didn't look at all. "Are you angry with me?" For this time it is no longer a single note, but an octave near its ears.

Again the car stopped suddenly until the squealing of the car tires blared and pierced the ears.

"I'm in the middle of a..."

Humps.. I kissed her. Since morning I have been wanting this. She kissed me deeply and meaningfully, and she welcomed me in the next few seconds.

"I remember everything we went through last night. I told you that if you were handsome, I said my chest trembled near you, I said would you be my husband? Even my heart is now telling me if I don't want to be with you and forcing you to stay close to me. I'm the one who expects to see you every time I open these eyes." I said very clearly with tears in my eyes.

"I don't like you anymore as much as I used to, there's something unusual that I felt when I saw you. I feel like you're mine. I'm sorry doctor Andre. But I think I like you more than you. I love you."

He hugged me, he stroked my back. He held me in his chest. He's the only person I have and the one who doesn't leave when the world is away from me.

"It's okay if the girl proposed to the guy? Make marriage?" I asked in her arms still in her arms.

"Hem, are you crying?" He looked down, looking up at me who was looking up.

"Can, no?"

"By dong, I take it. I also want to be your husband my Dysa doctor."

"Oh can ya? I haven't been this long." My speech.

"Never what?"

"Never shoot a guy." My answer.

"Oh, that's natural." His response.

"I know something unnatural. Wanna know?"

"What?" She's curious.

"You were my first kiss." My whisper.

"Oh yeah? Yey, I'm getting virgin lips."

Just-there's.