Marie looked satisfied to see Keith getting out of her car wearing the collar she had bought earlier in the online shop during her break while lowering his head, not daring to look at her eyes. He kept holding the collar with a questioning look. She bet that the man was now questioning her reasons for asking him to wear it. As expected, the black collar matched Keith's neck perfectly. She locked the car, then pulled Keith's hand, who was walking much slower than usual, into their house.
Larch ran quickly over to them with the enthusiastic welcome their dog had ever done to the two of them, looking worriedly at Keith, who had been touching his collars all this time, unaware of Larch's presence. As soon as he realized it, the man took his hand away from his neck necklace, immediately bent a little to caress the top of Larch's head, replied with a happy bark."Marie?" the man stopped stroking the top of Larch's head, calling out her name, who was already standing soThe next morning after they slept together, she woke up with Keith beside her again. The difference was, her husband was fully awake while observing her face with full attention, then smiled at her faintly."Morning, Marie. How was it? Still feeling any pain?"She shook her head, pinching his puffy cheek. "Well, how about you?""Not important. But your everything is more important than me now," Keith once again smiled at her. His left palm touched her messy hair, then combed it with his finger while his eyes were still attaching at her.She could not help herself but blush again, like a girl who just fell in love. But she managed to keep her composure. The smile on Keith's face began to disappear, turned with his now serious face facing her."If you want me to be yours and yours only, Marie, all you just need to do is ask me. I'm your husband, sure I'll fulfil whatever you wish me to be," he paused for a moment, then grabbing the col
Aura whistled happily while wiping the cafe windows until they were completely shiny and could clearly see the scenery outside the cafe owned by her best friend since she was in high school— Keith Aldebrando—and also her workplace as a cafe manager. A job that she likes very much, but was not as enjoyable as her side job—an informant for Keith's Aldebrando group founded by her best friend soon after he returned from Italy. The best part she likes the most was when she was looking for information, she did not have to worry nor hesitate to exert her maximum strength on people who she considered as a threat to the Aldebrando group. Keith, she could say, really understood the other side of her that liked violence.Like what happened to two men, who a few days ago disturbed a woman, who was now walking towards her cafe (she was peering through the window) wearing semi-casual clothes with her dark brown shoulder-length hair and front bangs that sweetened her appearance, plus a b
"You asking me?" the woman turned around, gesturing through her head, aiming at her, who was still standing some distance away from the woman. "Meet my acquaintance. But, strangely, I feel like I'm a little familiar with her.""Oh, hello Patricia," Keith also rose from his chair, kissed both of her cheeks. "It's been a long time since I saw you."“Keith! Oh my god! You look more ... well, wait a minute. Can I borrow your wife for a moment? I need to talk to her for a minute," Patricia narrowed her eyes at Marie as she approached them all. Using her left hand, the woman pulled Marie away from them to the toilet, leaving her with Keith, who was now muttering languidly watching Marie's departure."Even though I just had time to talk with my sister ...," the man murmured."It's just for a moment, Keith. Besides, I see that you seem to get along well with Patricia," she said, breaking the silence between them after the two women went to the t
Patricia smiled wryly, pushing her best friend, Marie, down to the toilet with her. Her left hand, which not injured, used to block access for Marie to escape from after she forgot that she had used her injured right hand to blocked her way, creating a pain that made her grimace a little at it."Can you explain to me, what have you done to make the man who I remember being perfectly fine, turned into a man with heavy bags under his eyes than the last time I saw him?""He's much better than last month. Trust me," Marie glanced at her bandaged right hand. "What's wrong with your hand?""Hearing those words through your lips can't assure me. Don't try to change the subject, Rosemarie Clark. I thought when you asked me for advice, you would change your attitude towards him. But what did I see earlier?""That's precisely why I asked your advice at that time, for God's sake!" her friend squealed in annoyance, ruffled her wavy hair, which
"Here it is, Beautiful. A present from my boss," the woman pointed to Keith. Then the woman pulled the chair opposite her while supporting her head with her both hand, resting on the table."Maybe I should search for another bench while giving you two some time alone," Marie winked as she walked behind Aura, to which she returned a grateful gaze, thanking her best friend for being sensitive with this matter."Is it okay for you to sit here with me?""Actually, no. But I already asked permission to my boss over there to give me fifteen minutes of rest," the woman pointed at Keith, who was waving his hand briefly at the two of them, and she replied excitedly. "No need to worry about me. Why don't you just eat them and tell me your opinion on our menu?""Then, how about you?""I'm just enough with looking at you. Besides, I don't like sweets, but I guess you do."Aura's answer managed to provoke the blush on her cheeks. Sh
Aura gave a list of orders ordered by a lone old man who had just arrived at their cafe to Thomas—her part-timer, who was now able to do his job well without making a mistake to immediately prepare the order. All thanks to her promise to give the man the chance to make his first coffee next week, following Keith's suggestion the other day. If she knew it would be turned like this, she should have done it in the first place."Aura?"Keith called out to her name in a whisper while she was at the cash register, causing her to turn to face the man at once."I've given you a chance to approach her. Don't forget your job.""I know, Boss," she said when she saw her friend's tense face. "But the evidence I found is still scanty.""So you still have no progress with the investigation?"She had no choice but to confirm Keith's question weakly. Honestly, the mission Keith gave this time was more difficult than all her previous mission
Tatius returned the smartphone back to Alan, who immediately stuffed it into his semi-formal light brown coat pocket without checking it. The man's hands were full of their belongings, which was much more than their belongings when they first set their foot in Bali. He, on the other side, only carried two bags of gifts, which he planned to gave with all his co-workers at the restaurant where he worked, and Alan's co-workers—since his boyfriend did not have a good eye to choose souvenirs for his co-workers. It was not too heavy, so he repeatedly offered to help carry half of their belongings that Alan was carrying when he realized that his boyfriend was having a hard time carrying all of them. However, the man refused his offer, arguing that he could still carry all of them by himself.So stubborn, he muttered to himself. But he still loved his boyfriend anyway.The thing that annoyed him most was the fact that his boyfriend still kept treating him like a sick person
Alan had just finished tidying up their belongings when they returned from their week's holiday to Bali. Most of them were souvenirs that Tatius bought as gifts that were given to his coworkers at the restaurant where the man worked as a farewell gift for resigning from his job yesterday after he had the opportunity to discuss his decision with Tatius.He knew that his boyfriend had objected when he made the offer because he knew very well that Tatius liked his job. But the man did not protest with his decision at all, just agreed to his offer. Even though he had prepared the worst thing; greeted by Tatius's relentless scolding, which he thought would reject his idea, considering that he had been working there for six years. Whatever changes the image of his boyfriend's reaction, he did not care. The important thing, Tatius willingness to accept his offer to work at Keith's cafe was more than enough for him. And it meant, he would not lose Tatius.Wiping the swea