C4 Caught

Ivo's P.O.V

I was lying in my bed when I suddenly remembered what we had discussed earlier. Even though my mother and father are no longer alive, I have grandparents who are concerned about me and never tire of reminding me.

Not just them, but a slew of others. In fact, I admire the qualities that one of my friends, Vada, possesses, and they always express their desire to marry me. It's possible that I'll be attracted to her. It's just that I consider her to be a friend.

Even though I've been with them for a long time, I don't feel strange; it never occurred to me to flirt with them, as Ponce frequently reminds me. Didn't I wish I had tried to woo them before?

"Well... I guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens next?"

I no longer expect to have that strange feeling when I see a woman who is 'for me.' That girl can just tell you 'she really is,' or 'she's the one,' but I'm done believing I have that feeling. What matters to me in the future is what happens to me. My responsibilities in my business, the flower planting, the restaurant, even with the woman I will marry, if there will ever be... again?

To be honest, I can't hope for too much love. That feeling is not reliable, is it? In fact, that kind of feeling is frequently deceptive, as they frequently tell me whenever I hear some of my friends tell their own love stories. But I'm not sure. That hasn't happened to me yet. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet.

So... not yet?

'Are you sure, Ivo?' 'Really?' I thought to myself.

'Didn't you feel that way about one of your Aunt Mira's talents?'

Kali. Kali Sudalga.

I met her in my Aunt’s agency, it's been a long time but it seems like the scenario that happened then is still clear, how I first saw her, first there was a fleeting interaction even if it wasn't that deep, and even though I don't know him that well.

Is it possible, however, that you will remember a person's appearance even if you only look at it for a few seconds or minutes? It appeared to be fixed and indelible in the recesses of my mind. I'm not going to forget. I'll never forget her.

She drew my attention.

There's no denying that when I first saw her, I couldn't stop staring at her gentle face.

That was, I believe, a few years ago.

When I went to see Aunt Mira, I ran into her waiting in her office.

Aunt Mira was still talking to her secretary when I entered the office. Aunt Mira is the owner of the local talent agency. They hire big-time models or artists and then manage them. She also hires novices who she knows have modeling potential in her agency, especially those in their twenties. In fact, they were planning to portray me as model or actor, but I refused.

I never considered a career in show business, despite the fact that many people take me to see my Aunt. But I used to be a model for a clothing line when my aunt was carving. But I didn't last long because I didn't want to and was also preoccupied with my business. I don't have time for that because it would cause me to lose time in my business. Then tss... I'm not particularly interested.

"Ivo, could you please wait for me? I'll just speak with Erna "Aunt Mira stated. Erna works as her secretary.

"Of course, aunt, no problem," While carrying the food I had brought for Aunt Mira, I nodded and looked for a seat. I set the food on her table and took the phone from my pocket.

"Isn't it true that you're in a hurry? Perhaps you'll be going somewhere else?" She turned to face me for a brief moment, her right hand glued to her earphones.

I shook my head and swallowed. "No way. I came here specifically to see you. I'll be back at the restaurant later this afternoon. Right now, I'm not overly busy."

She smiled. "Okay, that's it; I'll be right back in a minute "and she dashed off with her secretary.

I took out my phone for a while to pass the time while waiting. I just played games to keep myself entertained while waiting.

When I heard the door creak and someone enter, I immediately raised my head. I locked my gaze on the opening glass door. When a woman appeared out of nowhere, I lost my focus on the phone.

When she walked, it seemed like she was moving in slow motion because her hair was cut to the waist. Good posture that you think is a Coca-Cola bottle that if you look at her clothes is very simple wearing high-waisted black pants that appear to be very close and obvious curved body that is dyed black tube crop-top black overlaid with a cardigan.

Despite the fact that I couldn't see her face because of her hair, she was noticeably nice and strong. I made a sly grin. I can't help but utter a silent 'whoaw.'

As I watched her walk towards it in my direction, my lips parted automatically.

In my general direction? Who, by the way, is she? Is she also associated with my Aunt Mira's agency? Is she working here? What do you mean, secretary? In my head, I said.

As if someone was watching, I noticed every sesame of its head. Hmm... she's probably looking for Aunt Mira.

I swallowed and cleared my throat. "Hello," I said to her.

She gave me a glance before returning her attention to her surroundings. She didn't even respond with a greeting; a smile or a nod would have sufficed. She simply remained expressionless for a brief moment. When I greeted her, I was like the wind, and only her eye caught mine for a split second. As it swelled, my little smile was replaced by a raw smile.

Ivo, perhaps she didn't hear?

I just had a thought. But it appears hazy because my voice is clear and audible, so it's impossible for her not to hear, and my voice isn't so small that she doesn't notice. I'm aware that this one is a snob.

"Are you looking for Aunt Mira?" I inquired.

"Yeah," she said cautiously. She just nodded, not even looking at me.

It was as if her eyes were selfish in not even looking at me.

I snorted a little and got a bit on the lower lip. She moved and marched to walk again, and no matter what I was doing, playing, my eyes were always fixed on her, so I was eventually losing. I'm just a weak and self-deprecating person. I simply stopped playing and turned off my phone.

Dammit, she's really distracting me.

Even if she doesn't do anything, her presence is extremely distracting. I noticed she was already sitting in front of the table without my knowledge, so the closer her presence felt, the more I felt. I was sitting in Aunt Mira's office chair, with her in front of me but from a side view angle.

It's just a nice angle.

It would have been nice to look if the aura hadn't been so cold. It would be much better if he smiled in front of me. I inhaled deeply.

Her eyes were wide open, and she appeared to be looking away from people.

I couldn't help but stare at her gentle face as I got closer. That when you define her face shape, it resembles a heart shape. The whole thing is small, but it fits perfectly, especially when each component is so lovely. Natural and free of chemicals, as opposed to the artificial type known as retouched.

But it's not the same...

Her sharp nose and her long eyelash flicker, the right thickness of the eyebrows that seem to be indestructible because of its artistically natural beauty. Her green eyes that I can't understand if it's a contact lens, or not, but it only added to her attraction

which is one of the reasons why she grabs my attention and you can really turn around until you just look at her.

His cheeks are as red-white as a tomato like---shit bruh.

I couldn't help but clench my fist beneath the table, rubbing the back of my pants with my palm. I'm at a loss for words.

I was afraid I'd just caress her soft face, even though with each twitch of her lips her dimples quickly sink into her right cheek, which my lips lifted with a miserly smile as I swallowed.

'Oh... We have the same asset, don't we? ', and her bangs are frayed. She's adorable.

I eventually grew accustomed to her thin and soft red lips, which tasted like bubble gum and were addictive to kiss; perhaps when

I applied the lip rum, I wouldn't be able to stop...dammit!

My thoughts had engulfed me.

Ivo, what the fuck are you thinking? You don't know her, so why do you have this opinion of her?

She appears to be as pure as an angel. She isn't mature enough, and only clothes are brought to make her look mature in what she wears and her body. However, if you look at the posture and the face, it is clear that he is young. Why is this so? She was still wearing a string bag and had an ID around her neck because I could tell she was still a college student because she appeared to be attending a well-known university; I just noticed the seal stamped on her ID.

I sighed and averted my gaze. She appears to be young, but what I'm thinking about her is... fuck. Now, Ivo, enough of this nonsense.

I wanted to punch myself, but I restrained myself, and I distracted myself by tampering with my Aunt's papers on the table, some pictures of models, and other contracts.

As I looked at the beautiful models in the pictures, I always caught a glimpse of her; inevitably, every time I look at these pictures, I catch a glimpse of her, seemingly comparing what is in the picture and what is in front of me. Then I thought to myself, 'she's still really beautiful.' They had nothing to fight for her if she was going to model like them. She is the most stunning. What is she doing here? Is she going to apply? What's the deal with my inquisitiveness?

To clear my mind, I shook my head. I had the impression that no one else was in front of me. Forget that there isn't a beautiful woman in front of me. No, it does not. I'm uninterested.

But my eyes were like a magnet; no matter where I was or what I was doing, I couldn't stop staring at her. I believe he noticed what I was looking for and turned slightly to face me.

I drew my lips apart and gulped. "Don't worry, she's on her way in. She's just chatting with her secretary for a few minutes." I said it again so she wouldn't think and wouldn't be able to ask questions.

She simply raised an eyebrow.

"Tsk," she said, nodding and looking at its wristwatch.

I just stared at her until I was tired, while she looked away and typed on her phone.

While staring at her, I bit my lower lip. I simply shook my head.

'Don't think like that, Ivo. 'Don't tell me you're into that girl, huh?'

She has a natural beauty. There was no make-up on her face, and it was clear that her skin was smooth and her cheeks were white and red.

Simple, but quietly lovely.

Her lack of visible lipstick or make-up on the face is the reason I can't stop her from being removed from my sight. It's uncommon to come across someone with that posture, that natural and beautiful strong creature. It has a soothing effect. When this is what you see, it appears that no matter how much trouble a person causes, it will soon go away.

That is, when you just see her, you are relieved of stress.

And, what's that corny stupid thing you're thinking?

But, if you look closely, you can see that she has a problem. I'm not sure why I thought that. That's the only thing I see in her. Perhaps it was because I locked my gaze on her green eyes. Her sad expression was obvious in her eyes. I'm lonely.

Oh, no. Andy, what the hell are you talking about? What is the source of your vast knowledge?

"Do you mind?" she asked abruptly, her brow furrowed.

"What?" I responded, sighing as I struggled to recover from the shock.

Stupid Ivo! The courage to pay attention to the woman, but why do you appear to have folded when she just looks at you!?

“What are you looking at? Do you like me? " she asked calmly as her green eyes focused on me and gave me a smirk.

I didn't immediately escape the fact that her eyebrows rose as if I had done something illegal to her as a reason for me to be fathered.

Oh, crap.