The Trait of Love The Player
Princess Yasmine
"It looks like tomorrow we start packing, tickets and other necessities are ready, Vier" Burak said.
Elvier nodded his head slowly, one of his hands was busy composing his password apartment.
"Good, prepare also the place I have suggested you." Elvier said.
The two adult men entered, they occasionally chatted casually and chuckled. But their laughter subsided, upon hearing someone's sobbing from the living room.
Elvier even immediately left Burak, his broad steps carrying him in the television room. Elvier's forehead wrinkled when he saw Yasmine was hugging a pillow while sobbing, but the two girls' eyes stared softly at the television that was showing a scene of a drama.
"Huuaaaa, why is the director evil anyway? they just love each other, why is it separated? I've watched it, but it makes me curious." said Yasmine in between her cries.
"Meong," Jey aka Snowy also chimed in Yasmine's words.
While Elvier and Burak only looked at each other, the two men were even more surprised when Yasmine tightened her cries even more. I don't know how much tissue was wasted because of it.
The tech!
Yasmine's cry came to a halt when the huge television itself died, she quickly rose while shrinking her rough tears.
"Kok died anyway? the drama isn't over yet." - Yasmine..
Yasmine had not realized that Elvier and Burak were standing behind the sofa, and Yasmine turned her back to the two. Turns out that the turn off of the television is Elvier, the idea suddenly appeared when he saw the remote on the sofa.
"Don't cry over something uncertain, Mine. You're wasting your time and your tears for nothing." said Elvier.
Yasmine turned her head, her nose and face flushed red from crying. Even Yasmine's two eyes were still watery, with the limp the girl got up walking closer at Elvier.
"You're a nuisance, you know! you're both like the director of the drama, bummer!" cry Yasmine.
Quickly the girl again grabbed the remote from her husband's hand, both of Yasmine's eyes squeaking sharply at the two men.
"Looks like he's coming by the moon? or last night you didn't give him rations, Vier?" whisik jahil Burak.
The man stared amusedly at his cousin, while Elvier looked indifferent to Burak's words. Elvier preferred to get closer to Yasmine, the Turkish Arab-blooded man frowned when he saw Yasmine again sobbing softly.
"You're crying again, Mine?" ask Elvier.
Knowing that her little girl was not a crybaby, Elvier was sure that Yasmine was not the girl who easily threw away tears for free.
"His girl is dead, she's willing to sacrifice herself for a guy who never cared about her. Poor yes, regrets always come later" Yasmine said.
Sroot!
Elvier slightly moved away as Yasmine casually threw out a snot before him without hesitation. Even consciously or not, Yasmine squeezed Elvier's arm tight to channel her sense of regret.
"Cry as much as you." said Elvier indifferently.
"Your boss why?" yasmine asked Burak.
Burak put his shoulders, "I don't know, maybe less rations." said Burak.
Burak laughs amusedly seeing Yasmine staring cynically at him, the couple did look harmonious when displaying a cynical face and a hostile look at him.
"What drama do you see, Princess? are all the girls going to cry while watching the drama?" ask Burak curiously.
The curly-haired man sat himself down near Yasmine, even casually Burak took in Yasmine's snack.
"Why should a woman always sacrifice? when do men sacrifice? if there's no new feeling, clear it. So don't sell expensive! bummer!" babble Yasmine.
While Burak who was nearby only glanced alternately at Elvier and Yasmine, Burak sighed harshly as he saw Elvier staring deeply at Yasmine.
"Don't cry anymore. Your husband will be angry, Pincess." persuaded Burak.
"I'm Yasmine, Brother. Even though my name is like a princess from the middle east, I'm not a princess. Don't like to be sniffed!" hatch Yasmine.
The mood is getting worse, not the model eyes duitan, not the assistant is the same annoying. While Burak only smiled faintly at Yasmine's protest, the man got up and drew closer to Elvier.
"I'm sure your wife will pass out on the spot, when we're in Dubai later, Vier." Burak said.
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