When Married?
The KM Part 24
"I'll leave here," Literature replied while remaining focused on her laptop.
"Eh wait wait wait, get out of here? what do you mean you want to stay here!" The flower shouted then crossed both of its hands on the chest
"Yes baby, I'll stay here tonight."
Then Literature closed the laptop and her gaze was turned on the Flower who stood with his arms crossed. "What is really on your mind? don't tell me you're thinking of me right now."
"Of course not! It is precisely your gaze that looks suspicious now," said the girl annoyed.
Literature tried to hold back his laughter, he stood up and stepped closer to the Flower and his hand stretched out to touch the girl's shoulder.
"I'm staying here because tomorrow I want to go to the branch office to check the job position that you will fill, and also I have a meeting with the board of directors. So tonight I'm going to sleep here. Don't be afraid I won't cross the line again, sleep in your room and I'll sleep on the couch." Literature shuffles the hair of Flowers.
But then Literature frowned and scanned the Flower from head to toe. "Flower, are you planning on sleeping in those training pants and sweaters? didn't you find that special paper bag?"
Special paper bag? I mean that damn nightgown, huh! I wouldn't wear it now, if I wore it while he was here he would think that I was a pervert.
"I always sleep dressed like this, why? there's trouble! I don't want to wear that nasty outfit anyway!" Flowers passed into his room grumbling, Literature followed him and stood in the doorway of the room. The flower took a pillow and a blanket and carried it.
"Darling would you share a bed with me? we've slept together, haven't we?" Literary horse grin.
"Only in your dreams! haish your mouth is!" Flowers start to growl.
"Here get your blanket! Have a good night on the couch, I hope you don't have nightmares." The girl smiled mockingly then closed the door tightly and locked it.
Literature broke out, flirting with flowers like a mood booster for her. Ever since the Flower was present in his life his heart had always felt warm, it seemed like the plain and simple girl who easily blushed it little by little had managed to creep into the recesses of his heart.
*****
It was eleven o'clock in the night but Bunga was still not asleep, he turned his back left and right. For him this room is too spacious and the dim light from the sleeping lights actually makes this room look spooky.
Flowers circulated her gaze throughout the room then when looking at the front door of the bathroom she saw like there was a white shadow there, Flowers immediately jumped in shock and ran out of the room to approach Literature.
"Hmmm... What's wrong?" Literature was disturbed from his sleep because the Flower shook his body, even though he had just fallen asleep.
"It's like it's in the room. I-So I saw a white shadow in the room, I was scared." The reflex flower hugged Literature tightly and snorted at the chest of the man's field.
"What, satan? that right?" During his stay here Literature never once saw the appearance of the devil, but then he smiled happily and terbarit his ignorant ideas.
"I've never seen anything strange here. It's just that according to the story of people once in the area around this apartment building there was a virgin girl who committed suicide, he said, it is said that in certain nights his spirit will appear but only to virgins." Literature deliberately makes up scary stories so that the atmosphere is more dramatic.
"Really? how bad it is, I'm still a virgin, I'm afraid to go to the ghost as well. I'm afraid to sleep alone in the room, I'm afraid." The flowers are getting pale.
"So what do you want now?"
"Mmm.. Please help me sleep. Just sleep, don't think. I-I just ask for the company of sleep no more," he stuttered.
Literature smiles triumphantly. "As you wish baby."
Why here so I'm impressed pervert, must be Literature thinks that I'm a cheap woman! Destroyed was my image, but I was also afraid to sleep alone. It's all because of that virgin ghost!
Literature leads Bunga into the room and settles down there, followed by Bunga who joins in bed who immediately hugs him tightly without feeling hesitant at all.
Literature smiled amusedly because it managed to gnaw her girl. The fear of Flowers even became a blessing for him, whereas earlier Bunga refused outright when Sastra tempted him to sleep together. Shortly afterwards a soft snoring sounded indicating the girl had fallen asleep soundly.
Literature observes the beautiful face of a flower that is sleeping. Light yellow smooth skin, perfectly formed natural eyebrows, a small high nose and ripe lips that always make it tempting to keep tasting.
Literature wonders to herself, is it true that she lived all this out of sheer desire without involving the heart? But until this moment he was able to hold his flame, although sometimes the murmur urged him to almost explode.
"Flower, do you know? you're torturing me right now" he murmured.
Literature kissed the Flower's forehead a long time ago and tightened her embrace drowned the girl in her warm embrace. It seemed like tonight she would not be able to sleep as she was desperately holding back her tempestuous desires.