BAIDER (ENGLISH VERSION)

I was confused by what he said. He is right, I do not know that man very well yet but why do I feel like I love him no matter what? Why do I feel I want to be with him even after knowing their secrets? Is this really significant?

“I do not understand you.”

“You really can’t understand the family’s thing.”

“Resttan!”

We turned to Laurent who was now walking quickly towards us.

He picked me up and pulled me away from Resttan. I looked at him curiously.

“Do not include him in your collection,” Laurent said angrily.

“I thought she was not your girlfriend?” Resttan smirked at him, the tease in his expression was obvious.

“Not yet.” I suddenly turned to him.

Not yet? Does that mean I have hope? That means it is possible that he could love me the way I love him. That means he is also attracted to me. Woah! I want to jump because of joy.

We turned our backs on Resttan. I looked at him again when our eyes met, he winked at me. What is that for?

“I can cook. What do you want to eat?”

My eyes widened at what he said.

“You know how to cook?”

“Shall I ask you if not?” He said rudely.

“I am so lucky if you will be my boyfriend,” I smiled broadly. I admired every inch of him. Who would not be thrilled with this Baider man? He is very handsome.

He just looked at me and did not speak. I approached him and hugged his arm. I do not know why he does not stop me or object, he just let me do what I wanted.

I smelled his arm, his smell was very unique, manly and attractive.

“Your scent, Baby boy.” I rubbed his arm but he did not even pay attention to me. He just cooked what I think was potatoes. I just wrapped my arm around him as he cooked. Even though it was difficult, he did not even disobey me.

“Maybe that is delicious?” I bit my lip and then peeked at what he was cooking and then I stared at his face. “Do you know how handsome you are?” His eyes widened at what I said and then frowned.

“I think you already know that.” I said with a smile.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Why doesn’t he speak? Doesn’t he have a mouth?

I am just really naughty,  just bored.

I smiled when I thought of asking him something. “Are you going to marry me?” Despite the silence I do not know where that came from. I don’t even know why I asked him. It just came up in my mouth. Whatever it is, maybe my heart wants to ask him that way so I could see his reaction. Sometimes, it is nice to tease and observe his expressions, it makes me more in love and attack with him.

He turned to me and frowned again.

“Stop saying things, you do not mean it.” He put the potatoes on the cooking pot. “I want to marry you,” I said softly. “But answer me first. Be my boyfriend.”

I really do not know why I am so desperate for him. Maybe I love him so much?

“How can I answer you, you do not ask any question.”

I smiled at what he said and then winked at him.

“Will you marry me?” He was stunned by what I said but just sighed and then he looked at what was being cooked.

“Let’s eat.” He took a plate and placed it on the table. He loves to ignore things he does not want.

I sat there but when I saw him sitting in front of me I moved and sat beside him. I squeezed him hard. I saw his irritated face again. I love the way he reacts. I love his expression although it means being annoyed with me.

“Even though your face looks like a wrinkled dress, I still want you,” I said enthusiastically and then snorted. “I still want to be with you.”

He seemed to hear nothing and was just quietly eating. In the middle of the meal I could not help but ask.

“Where are your parents?”

He drank some water before speaking.

“Pulchra with my sister.”

“Pulchra? Is that a place?”

“Yes.”

“Are you really alone here?” I tilted my head so I could see his face. It is not boring to look at his face. I will never get tired of staring at him.

“They will come back next week.”

“When you want a companion just call me.”

Without warning, I picked up his cell phone, which was near us, located in front of me. I put my number there. No password at all. I took a picture of myself and wallpapered it.

“What are you doing?” He wondered as he looked at me swiping his phone.

I chuckled. “Oh. I changed a little bit.” I handed the cellphone to him. He just looked at his cellphone even though he saw my face there he did not care. Is he really like that? It seems like he does not care about everything that I do.

“Maybe your life is sad. You are always alone. Anyway, my mom always calls me, so I do not feel like I’m alone in the apartment.” I sighed as I told the story. He did not seem to listen to what I was saying. That was fine, he has ears. I knew although a little he could hear my dramas.

“When you love me… is it possible for you to always smile?” I even laughed at that question but was immediately taken aback when he answered.

“Sure, if that happens.” He shrugged. “It would never gonna happen.”

“Nice answer. You hurt me.” I was just kidding, but honestly, I could feel the sadness in me.

“That was just mild.”

I laughed. “Can we go out again like this?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” He answered without energy. It seems like he was just trying to talk to me. He is not really interested.

I was in silence, thinking of what should be my move to make him mine. Operation: as a couple is difficult. My beauty is not what he wants. Then what he likes? Curious.