Chapter 4

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• "Aren't you curious to make love with me?"
• "No!" said Mili sarcastically.
• The king then laughed, he bit his lower lip, "Why?"
• "Yeah, I don't want to, especially with you, it's just for fun," Mili sipped the mocha slowly.
• "If you try, you will definitely be addicted,"
• Mili just swallowed hard, she put the cup on the table.
• "You are the owner of an online shop?"
• "How do you know?"
• "You were the one who told me."
• "Ha,"
• Their order was ready, Mili looked at the coffee cup served on the table. She looked at King starting to taste the coffee, and then smiled. Honestly, King's smile was terrible. The question seemed like he was being interrogated by a criminal.
• King looked back at Mili, he found it difficult to not focus on seeing Mili's cleavage. The dress that Mili wears has a low chest. If Mili looked down she could see beautiful breasts there. And in a matter of seconds, he could take off the dress if he wanted.
• "Aren't you wearing a bra?" asked the King.
• Immediately, Mili covered her chest with her hands, the King was really rude.
• "I've seen it, it's useless to cover it up,"
• "This is called a bustier dress, it has support on the chest. If I wear a bra again it will look strange. This dress is made by Dara,"
• "That's good, you look good, I like it," said the King, then smiled.
• "Thank you, Dara's dresses are all like this, if not low cut, high slit, mini dress, sexy like Kyle and Hollywood,"
• "Yes, your appearance really suits like that," the King muttered.
• Mili and Dara have their own level of beauty. Dara is indeed very beautiful, even he admires her. Dara is like a Turkish girl and her body is ideal. However, Mili is more sexy and feels comfortable looking at him for a long time. He wanted to kiss those thin lips again.
• King took another sip of coffee and looked at Mili, "How old are you?"
• "28 years old,"
• "Aren't you thinking about getting married?"
• "No, I haven't met my soul mate yet,"
• "What kind of mate do you want?"
• "Being good man,"
• "Just being good is not enough to be a partner. If it's just good, the front security is also very good,"
• Mili took a breath, her lips moved an inch forward, "Yeah, no way,"
• "As long as it's not you. that's the point,"
• The King's eyebrows rose, "Not me? Do you have a crush on me?"
• "It's not like that," she misspoke again. In essence, he would never want to speak with the King.
• The king then laughed, he leaned back on the sofa, then folded his arms across his chest. He glanced at the circular clock in his hand showing 20.20 minutes. It was still too early to go home, especially since he had just left the house after finishing his holiday leave.
• "Are you really a doctor?" asked Mili, trying to convince herself. She still wasn't sure that the King was a doctor.
• "Yeah, don't believe it?"
• "No,"
• King took his wallet and showed Mili a white business card. Mili looked at the business card that said. Dr. King Sarawapalaka. There it says Asklepios Klinik Barmbek, Hamburg, Germany, one of the famous hospitals in Germany. Mili swallowed hard, and now she believed that the perverted man was a doctor.
• "Okay, I believe it," said Mili.
• "So?"
• "So what?" Mili became increasingly confused.
• "Want to make love with me?"
• "No! I just met you, not to get rid," said Mili sarcastically.
• "So you want us to get to know each other first?"
• "Yes, of course,"
• "Okay,"
• ***
• After leaving the cafe, he returns to Mili to go home. King returned his focus to the steering wheel, he stared at the cellphone screen. Looking at the name "Dimas Calling,". The king swiped the green button on the screen
• "Yes, Dim?"
• "You said you had returned to Jakarta," said Dimas behind the speaker.
• "Yes, I just arrived and I'm going to your house," King was still focused on steering the steering wheel, he was calm.
• "Are you driving?"
• "Yeah, I'm on the road and I'm going home,"
• "With your girl?"
• "Yeah, like that,"
• "I thought you were still single,"
• "A pretty girl," the King suddenly laughed, and he glanced at Mili. He was sure the woman heard his conversation.
• "Let's have a reunion tomorrow?"
• "So be it,"
• "Okay,"
• King turned off. Then save it on top of the dashboard. "Tomorrow you accompany me to the reunion,"
• Mili turned and looked at King, "Reunion?"
• "Yes, it's a reunion of my friends, we used to be at FK UI, and the event was at the Mulia Hotel. I'm an FK UI alumni, and I took a specialty in Germany and have stayed in Germany all this time,"
• "Crowded?"
• "Not bad, one batch,"
• "I don't know them,"
• "Just accompany me, you don't have to know them, just accompany me," said the King.
• Mili again considered King's words, "What time tomorrow?"
• "The event is evening, 7 o'clock. I'll pick you up before 7 o'clock,"
• "Is it okay if I come?"
• "Yeah, better,"
• "Formal wear?"
• "Yes,"
• "Thank you," King then smiled, he brought his face closer to Mili and then he kissed her cheek cheekily. But the woman also did not refuse. It's like there's hope to start, even if it's not love, at least it makes the day more meaningful.
• ***
• An hour later the King arrived in front of a house with a high fence, the house had a large yard. Yes, this house is well organized. King looked at Mili unfastening her seat belt and he did also.
• "This is your house?"
• "My parents' house, I'm still staying," said Mili, she opened the door handle.
• King approached Mili, he looked at his cell phone, he was going to order an online taxi service to go home.
• "Why don't you live alone?" asked the King, putting his hands in his trouser pockets. He saw that the house looked deserted. Only the outside lights are on.
• "I'd like to, but it's still being renovated,"
• "Where?"
• "Near Dara boutique, Fatmawati area, I'm still renting. I still can't afford property there," Mili rolled her hair up.
• Without Mili realizing it, things like that made the King excited. Mili's clothes were enough to make it difficult to concentrate, plus Mili showed off her long neck and bare shoulders. He wanted to make love to that woman right now. King swallowed hard and ordered an online taxi service.
• "How are you going home?" asked Mili.
• "Taxi online,"
• "Have you ordered?"
• "Yes,"
• "Your house is quiet," said King, looking at Mili who was approaching the door.
• "Mama, papa, Dias is at Aunt Shinta's house, maybe they'll be home soon," Mili opened the door handle followed by King.
• Milli was actually worried when the King followed her steps. The king looked at the main room, which was dominated by white and warm solid wood. He looked at the family photo proudly standing there. And Mili wore a toga because for parents, being able to send their children to school until they graduate has its own pride and is something to be proud of.
• "Who is Dias?"
• "My brother,"
• The king nodded, the atmosphere in the house looked quiet. Only the living room light is on. King looked at Mili intensely, then grabbed Mili's wrist, so that the woman wouldn't avoid him again. Maybe the King was very presumptuous in doing this, he carried Mili in his arms. He touched the open back slowly. Mili's waist is so slim, this is the waist that women today dream of. Mili is definitely proud of her body.