Chapter 8 First Girlfriend

• "How many girlfriends did you have? Can you count?" Dhea asked when she and Hannan were back in the room, with Dhea already wearing her clothes.
• She was lucky because she still had some clothes in stock in her suitcase, so she didn't have to bother Hannan by borrowing that man's clothes, which is to be too big on her body.
• "Of course, I can. You're the first and only one," Hannan replied casually. He seemed relaxed in answering his lover's question which he had expected sooner or later.
• Hannan Kalendra's dating experience is zero. However, that doesn't mean he doesn't know that Dhea will ask a question like that.
• He knew that his girlfriend would ask him about how many girlfriends he had because girls at Dhea's age would always want to know things that Hannan took for granted.
• "That's a lie," said Dea sneering.
• "What a lie? It's true before with you, I never dated," said Hannan.
• Dhea frowned with a raised eyebrow, looking at her lover in disbelief.
• How could she believe that a man like Hannan, who had a lot of experience with sleeping in bed with women, admitted that he had never had a girlfriend before being with her?
• "Yes, Sir, I believe it," said Dhea, finally forced, because she didn't want to discuss it anymore.
• However, it seems different with Hannan. The man sat cross-legged on the floor, facing Dhea who was sitting on the sofa.
• "I know it might be hard for you to believe. But…, I had a gloomy childhood, which made me afraid to have a relationship.
• "So far, I admit that I often change my bedmates. But, I never sleep with them using feelings, Love.
• "I just felt something different, the first time I saw you. Maybe… you could say this was love at first sight.
• "You can ask Daffin how it was, it doesn't matter. And I also don't mind at all if you don't immediately believe what I say."
• "Why do I have to ask someone else if I can ask the person directly?"
• "Yeah... maybe you feel a bit uncomfortable."
• "Yes, it's actually like that. But that doesn't mean I don't want to ask you. Maybe… I'll ask slowly later.
• "Including the question of… hm… your childhood, may I?”
• "Yes, love, that's fine. I will answer all your questions about me."
• Dhea smiled and was about to answer Hannan again when her cell phone rang a few times.
• By allowing Hannan to remain sitting in that position, Dhea took her cell phone with one hand which thankfully was reached.
• She raised her eyebrows when she got a message from her boss.
• Louis Mahaprana: Hi Dhea, how are you today?
• Louis Mahaprana: Are you feeling better?
• Louis Mahaprana: Should I bring something to your boarding house?
• Louis Mahaprana: Food or medicine, maybe?
• Dhea pursed her lips then glanced at Hannan for a moment who was still faithfully staring at her. However, the look on that man's face now turned to wonder, wanting to know who contacted Dhea.
• Dhea Safarani: No need Boss, I’m okay.
• That's all Dhea can reply to her boss, before she returns her cellphone to its original place.
• Dhea doesn't have any feelings for Hannan yet. But, that doesn't mean she will be as open as she used to be if there are members of the opposite sex who call and pay more attention to her.
• After all, she belonged to Hannan by now, and of course, she would have great respect for her lover.
• "Who?" asked Hannan at last.
• "Mr. Maha," answered Dhea briefly.
• "What is he doing? You're on your day off right?"
• "He just asked about my condition, and asked what to bring to the boarding house."
• "He often goes to your boarding house?"
• "Not often, but once. But he never entered the room like you at that time. He just at the boarding gate, he never gets in."
• "Why doesn't he come in? He doesn't want to?"
• "I'm not the one giving it."
• "Then why did you give it to me at the same time?"
• "Yeah, how can I invite you to eat in front of the boarding gate anyway?"
• Hannan clicked his tongue and pulled the tip of Dhea's nose in exasperation. "I'm grateful because at that time I agree that you take me out to eat.
• "I never had been to a woman's place, whoever it is."
• "So, where have you been sleeping with them all this time? Your place, huh?"
• "No, I never invite women to the house. You are the first, Honey. So far, if I sleep with them, yes, we’ll sleep at the hotel. After all, I don't want my personal life to be disturbed by them."
• "How come I'm a little flattered because you said that I was the first?"
• “Yeah… good right? Because you are the first for me."
• Hannan smirked with one hand that had moved to rub Dhea's inner thigh.
• "Hannan…. What are you doing, Sir?" Dhea asked warily, with her hand immediately holding Hannan's hand.
• "I just want to rub it, Honey," Hannan replied casually.
• "But Han-ah!" Dhea gasped in surprise when Hannan's fingertips rubbed her center under there, even though it was still completely covered by the cloth.
• Hannan himself chuckled at Dhea's unexpected reaction but didn't stop rubbing his lover inside.
• "Who's calling?" Hannan asked when he heard Dhea's cell phone ringing long.
• "Wait a minute, I'll see," answered Dhea with an irregular breath.
• She took her cellphone from the table and then cursed in her heart when she saw the name printed on the cellphone screen.
• "Who is that?" Hannan asked again.
• "Mr. Maha," replied Dea.
• "Just answer it."
• "But, don't rub it first."
• "So what?"
• "How if later I let out a moan? It's not good to sound like him."
• "Yeah, who told him to disturb your time off that you use for this rest? Well, just answer, it's okay.
• "If you let out a moan, that's fine. At the same time, tell him not to disturb our event."
• "Tsk! I don't want to answer!"
• Right after Dhea spoke like that, the dial tone stopped. However, soon it was heard again.
• “Answer it, Dhea Safarani.”
• Dhea clicked her tongue again when she heard Hannan's low and low tone, and then decided to answer the call.
• "Hello Sir," said Dhea in a voice she made as normal as possible, because Hannan was still stroking her.
• "Hello Dea, are you okay? I'm in front of your boarding house," said Maha.
• "Eh? What are you doing there? I… I am not at the boarding house, Sir, since yesterday I came home from work,” said Dhea.
• "Why? Where are you then? Can I come over?" Instead of answering the boss's question, Dhea even let out a moan of Hannan's name when that man slipped one finger into the center of her body.
• "Eh…. Ng…. Sorry, Sir. I'm outside, I don't know when I'll be back. Please go home, Sir."
• Without waiting for Maha's reply, Dhea ended the call unilaterally and put her cellphone on the table.
• This made Hannan retract his hand and chuckle and say, “Good. In the end, no one will bother you."
• "Tsk! He's my boss. How dare you? Later, if he thinks about various things, what will it be like?”
• “Yes… that's his risk. Why is he bothering you when you're off work?"
• "He's just checking my condition, Hannan."
• "He was already chatting with you, Honey. He shouldn't have to call."
• "Well, there's no need to talk about it anymore."
• "I don't want to talk about that person. But I don't like it when mine was touched and glanced at by other people.
• "You are mine, and I will never let you go. You belong to me, and it will always be like that, understand?"
• Dhea looked straight at Hannan before finally nodding her head and answering, "Yes, I understand."
• "Good. I'm glad you're doing this. You don't want us to fight, okay? I love you, Dear."
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