Chapter 97 - What is love? (1) (1/2)
”You don't know that you are a self-centered sort of man?”
She asked. He turned to glare at her.
”You really like to accuse me of being the thing I don't even understand.” He said. Wirata sighed. He really did not know.
”The way you shout at someone's face when you are not satisfied. The way when you want something and people have to serve you immediately or they would get into trouble. The way when things aren't as you plan you blame others but not yourself. You like people to listen to you but you don't care to hear others and et cetera. That is called a wayward. You should think about other people too. As a saying that to put yourself in other people's shoes. Whatever you do, think of the hearts of others. Be considerate and don't trample on people's dignity because you think you are powerful with lots of money and can do anything you please. These are low attitudes which human beings like us shouldn't have installed in our hearts. ”
The clear voice made a long speech. Stefan was stunned. Was she lecturing him?
”Are you talking about me? Isn't there anything good of me in your eyes?”
He asked with an unhappy face, looking very moody. Wirata lifted her shoulder up.
”Well, when you're angry, I don't like it. It isn't nice. But when you speak normally and treat people around you equally, that's when you look okay in my eyes. ” She replied with her true feeling.
Stefan did not know what to react and what to say for a moment with her bluntly talk. So he's quiet and thinking.
He did not realize that ever since she came into his life, he began to listen to the critics and think accordingly. Because in his life, no woman had ever spoken to him as she did. They rather liked pleasing him and paying attention to everything he wanted.
”What else you have to say? Just say it.”
He said the thing she did not expect and most importantly, he did not shout. His handsome face loosened up a little.
”A true genuine man must be able to control his emotions and his own mind. That's called the real winner. To be the winner is not because you win other people, but you win your own self.”
”Yeah? What else?”
He asked, thinking that since she was in the teaching mode, he would let her get it all out of her system.
”Well, if you get angry with someone for example, with me. It means I have power over you because I can get on your nerve. If you let someone get on your nerve easily, let them get through your guard deep into your emotional level, you are the loser. And now I guess I have an influence over your mind. Am I right? ”
She teased with her straight face in which he quickly shook his head in response and immediately lifted a corner of his mouth in smirking smile.
”Not a chance. Well, in your case, your body might have an influence over my body. It's only physical level as you said. But not the emotional level. That would be in your dreams.”
He said with a confident voice, so sure of himself.
”So we are similar.”
She added, Stefan turned and looked. She liked to say that they are the same again.
”How?”
”Well, the physical chemistry may flow and get along well. But the matter of the heart is another issue. ”she explained as she did before. She seemed to like to express this specific issue. Did she think he would want more of her?
”I remember this one. Don't mention it too often, it's kind of boring. I don't fall for women easily. I agree with you that for sex, we get along very well and I like the way we are. And that is it. ”
He emphasized and made it clear. Making sure that she would not falsely think that he had thought too much about her.
”Then that's good. I'm glad that we understand each other. ”
She concluded. She did not expect anything more than that. The big hands lifted her to sit on his lap.
”Have you got a dress to wear to the event? If not I will take you shopping again? ”
He changed the topic and changed his mood, back to normal. Bending down to plant a kiss on her cheek.
”Are you crazy? We had just bought a lot of clothes and still haven't used one set. ”
She said. Apart from the sexy nightdress the night before, she had not worn any of the nice and beautiful dresses yet. Stefan smiled a little. He felt satisfied that she was not crazy about shopping and clothes like other women.
”Okay. I will help you to choose the dress you should wear to Santo's party.”
He said and began to kiss her neck.
”Why? I can select one myself.”
She protested. He lifted his face up from lingering on her shoulder.
”Because I don't like you to dress badly.”
”What do you mean by Badly? I know how to dress.” She said.
”Badly like a low-class escort, showing your skin too much, too sexy. I don't like that style.”
Stefan did not want any man to see her fair beautiful skin.