Whoa. I look at him, used to his ge

Whoa. I look at him, used to his generosity and all but a trip together seems to say something else entirely. “What about Linden and Steph?” I ask cautiously.
He lazily lifts a shoulder. “They can come too. It kind of interferes with my whole seducing thing though.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Seducing thing?”
He flicks his finger at me. “Just you wait for it.” But then he strolls over to the kiosk nearby and gets a card and one of those small pencils and writes down the product information of the couch and where to find it in the warehouse. He waves the card at me. “I got all the details of your horrid little couch.”
“Thank you,” I tell him and we continue on our way, even though Bram keeps looking over his shoulder at a nice futon. I nudge him playfully. “I’ve made up my mind, I can’t afford the futon and the yellow couch is cute. And cheap.”
“It’s going to be a real shit to assemble.”
“I’m an old pro,” I reassure him. “And I’ve got a neighbor who seems to know how to wield a tool.” I glance at his smug face and quickly add, “Not that Allen keys are all that complicated.”
When we head toward the bathrooms, Bram grabs my hand and quickly pulls me aside. “I have a dare for you.”
“A dare?” I repeat. I know that Steph and Linden had their first real kiss because of a dare but I’m not sure what Bram has in mind. Dares are dangerous, usually embarrassing and, well, kind of immature. I think I was eleven years old when I last had a dare and it involved trying to tip over a cow in the middle of the night.
“Yes,” he says, looking far more excited than he should. “You go into the bathroom over there and sit on the toilet, pretending to read a magazine. When someone comes into the bathroom, you yell at them to get out and that you need your bloody privacy.”
“What?” I exclaim, looking to where he’s pointing. “It’s a fake bathroom. I’m not doing that.”
“You don’t even have to pull down your pants,” he says, almost giggling. “The person will be in such shock they won’t even notice.”
“Ew, no,” I tell him, ripping out of his grasp and walking away.
“You really are no fun,” he says, coming up after me.
I stop, whirling around and point my finger in his face. A wave of anger swarms up from my chest. “You know, you said that to me once and it’s stuck in my head ever since. I am fun, I’m just not stupid. I know how to have fun, but I’m also not a whore. I —”
He raises his palms at me, eyes wide. “Whoa, easy. That is most definitely not what I was saying. You’re not a whore and you’re certainly not stupid, okay? It was just a joke. I poke fun at you, you poke fun at me. See…there’s fun there.”
My breathing is heavy but I take in a deep inhale and gain the rhythm back. I don’t know why I overreacted like that.
“Hey,” he says gently, putting his fingers at the bottom of my chin and tilting my head up so I have to meet his eyes. The last time he looked at me like this was on the wedding night. Fragments of feelings come wafting back and it feels like I’m there and in the fluorescent glow of IKEA all at the same time. “I can be insensitive sometimes, I know this. It’s nothing personal. You are fun.” I try to look away but he holds my face in place. “You are fun, Nicola. You’re fun to be around, whether you think so or not. And I think you might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, picking out the tiniest, cheapest little shitpiece couches for your apartment. If that’s not called fun, I don’t know what is.”
Now he’s being too nice, the compliments making me uneasy. He seems to believe them too much. “I think I like it better when you’re a jerk.”
“All right,” he says. “I can work with that too. You know what your real problem is, sweetheart?”
“What?” I ask, wanting to know and scared of the answer.
“You’re totally underfucked,” he says, his voice dropping a register. He leans in closer. “And I’m the one who can tip the scales in the other direction.”
I blink, swallow hard. I don’t have a comeback for that because I know it’s true. I just don’t want him to know it’s true.
I give him a wry look, trying to shrug his innuendo off. “There you go thinking so highly of yourself. Can’t you keep your ego in check?”
He shakes his head slightly, his eyes focused so intently on mine. “I have ego for a reason. And one of these days, you’ll find out just why that is.”
Heat flushes me from my core to my scalp. I look away and he drops his fingers from my face. I feel entirely breathless, almost shaky, like I’d been trapped in some kind of hypnotic force field in the middle of Swedish furnishings.
“In your dreams,” I tell him but it comes out as nothing more than a squeak.
He just smiles at that.
“Sorry,” I mumble, trying to change the subject. “About overacting. I’ve obviously got some issues there.”
“Don’t we all?” he asks. He grabs my hand and leads me along the hall. “Let’s go rescue your daughter from the cootie pit.”
He doesn’t let go until we get there.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Waduh. Saya melihat dia, digunakan untuk kemurahan hatinya dan semua tapi perjalanan bersama tampaknya mengatakan sesuatu yang lain sama sekali. "Apa tentang Linden dan Steph?" Saya meminta hati-hati.Dia malas mengangkat bahu. "Mereka dapat datang juga. Itu agak mengganggu saya hal seluruh merayu meskipun."Aku tidak bisa menahan tertawa. "Merayu hal?"Ia flicks jarinya pada saya. "Hanya Anda menunggu untuk itu." Tetapi kemudian ia berjalan-jalan melalui ke kios terdekat dan mendapat kartu dan satu pensil kecil mereka dan menuliskan informasi produk sofa dan di mana menemukannya di gudang. Ia gelombang kartu saya. "Aku punya semua detail dari sofa kecil Anda mengerikan.""Terima kasih," Aku katakan padanya dan kita melanjutkan perjalanan, meskipun Bram terus melihat dari atas bahu-nya di kasur bagus. Saya mendorong dia bercanda. "Saya telah membuat pikiran saya, saya tidak mampu kasur dan sofa kuning lucu. Dan murah."Itu akan menjadi nyata sialan untuk merakit.""Saya pro tua," aku meyakinkannya. "Dan aku punya tetangga yang tampaknya tahu bagaimana untuk memegang alat." Aku melirik wajahnya sombong dan cepat menambahkan, "tidak bahwa kunci Allen semua yang rumit."Ketika kita menuju kamar mandi, Bram meraih tanganku dan cepat menarik saya ke samping. "Saya memiliki keberanian untuk Anda.""Dare?" Saya ulangi. Aku tahu bahwa Steph dan Linden memiliki ciuman nyata pertama mereka karena berani tapi aku tidak yakin apa yang telah Bram dalam pikiran. Berani berbahaya, biasanya memalukan dan, Yah, semacam belum matang. Saya rasa saya berusia sebelas tahun Kapan terakhir aku berani dan melibatkan berusaha ujung atas sapi di tengah malam."Ya," katanya, tampak jauh lebih bersemangat dari yang seharusnya. "Anda pergi ke kamar mandi di sana dan duduk di toilet, berpura-pura membaca majalah. Ketika seseorang datang ke kamar mandi, Anda berteriak pada mereka keluar dan bahwa Anda membutuhkan privasi Anda berdarah.""Apa?" Aku berseru, melihat ke mana ia menunjuk. "Ini adalah mandi palsu. Aku tidak melakukan itu.""Anda tidak bahkan harus menurunkan celana Anda," katanya, hampir cekikikan. "Orang akan seperti shock mereka bahkan tidak akan memperhatikan.""Ew, tidak," Aku katakan padanya, merobek keluar dari genggamannya dan berjalan pergi."Anda benar-benar yang tidak menyenangkan," katanya, datang setelah saya.Aku berhenti, berputar-putar di sekitar dan titik jari saya di wajahnya. Gelombang kemarahan kawanan dari dadaku. "Kau tahu, Anda mengatakan itu kepada saya sekali dan itu terjebak dalam kepala saya sejak. Saya menyenangkan, aku hanya tidak bodoh. Aku tahu bagaimana untuk bersenang-senang, tapi aku juga tidak pelacur. Saya — "Dia mengangkat nya palms padaku, mata lebar. "Wah, mudah. Itu adalah paling jelas ini bukan apa yang saya katakan. Anda tidak pelacur dan Anda pasti tidak bodoh, oke? Itu hanya lelucon. Aku mengolok-olok Anda, Anda mengolok-olok saya. Lihat... ada menyenangkan ada. "Pernapasan saya berat tapi aku mengambil dalam menghirup mendalam dan mendapatkan irama kembali. Aku tidak tahu mengapa aku berlebihan seperti itu."Hei," Dia mengatakan lembut, meletakkan jari di bawah dagu saya dan memiringkan kepala jadi aku harus memenuhi matanya. Terakhir kali dia memandangku seperti ini adalah malam pernikahan. Fragmen perasaan datang berhembus kembali dan rasanya seperti aku ada dan dalam cahaya neon IKEA semua pada waktu yang sama. "Aku bisa menjadi sensitif kadang-kadang, aku tahu ini. Ini bukan hal pribadi. Anda yang menyenangkan." Aku mencoba melihat kaki tetapi dia memegang wajah saya di tempat. "Anda yang menyenangkan, Nicola. Kau menyenangkan berada di sekitar, Apakah Anda berpikir atau tidak. Dan saya pikir Anda mungkin menjadi hal yang lucu yang pernah saya lihat, memilih yang terkecil, sofa kecil shitpiece termurah untuk apartemen Anda. Jika itu tidak disebut menyenangkan, aku tidak tahu apa itu."Sekarang dia sedang terlalu baik, pujian yang membuat saya tidak nyaman. Ia tampaknya percaya mereka terlalu banyak. "Saya pikir saya suka lebih baik kalau Anda adalah seorang brengsek.""Baiklah," katanya. "Saya dapat bekerja dengan yang terlalu. Anda tahu apa masalah nyata Anda, sayang? ""Apa?" Aku bertanya, ingin tahu dan takut jawabannya."Kau benar-benar underfucked," katanya, suaranya menjatuhkan daftar. Ia bersandar lebih dekat. "Dan aku satu yang dapat ujung timbangan dalam arah lain."Aku berkedip, menelan keras. Saya tidak punya cerdas untuk itu karena saya tahu benar. Aku hanya tidak ingin dia tahu itu benar.I give him a wry look, trying to shrug his innuendo off. “There you go thinking so highly of yourself. Can’t you keep your ego in check?”He shakes his head slightly, his eyes focused so intently on mine. “I have ego for a reason. And one of these days, you’ll find out just why that is.”Heat flushes me from my core to my scalp. I look away and he drops his fingers from my face. I feel entirely breathless, almost shaky, like I’d been trapped in some kind of hypnotic force field in the middle of Swedish furnishings.“In your dreams,” I tell him but it comes out as nothing more than a squeak.He just smiles at that.“Sorry,” I mumble, trying to change the subject. “About overacting. I’ve obviously got some issues there.”“Don’t we all?” he asks. He grabs my hand and leads me along the hall. “Let’s go rescue your daughter from the cootie pit.”He doesn’t let go until we get there.