A Flavor

Grumpy aunt

“Why did you follow me to the same alesia house leon?”

Along the way from the house of leon and alesia Santi continued to be angry at Rico. I don't know why. Though Santi himself who gave a message to rico through bi inah that he was in the house of alesia. And rico's understanding of the message implies that rico catches up with him instead of waiting for him at home.

“Bi inah says aunt is there.” Rico said lazily.

“And you can call or text me. Don't you have a pulse? Or your phone is broken?”

Rico sighed feeling puffed up. It was obvious that Santi needed it. Santi told him to come. Santi also scolded her. Rico should be angry because rico was forced to cancel his meeting with one of his clients. But rico knows Santi doesn't want to be blamed. Santi always wanted to be right by himself.

“Lowbet.” Answer rico origin.

Santi clucked. Rico is like alesia. The same makes him always provoked emotions.

“You do match alesia. Same makes people sick.”

Rico closed both his eyes. Serading santi will only make him upset himself.

Patience rico.. Patience.. Let's just say what he said was the wind. Just ignore.

About 20 minutes car santi arrived in front of a cafe that has never been rico visited before.

“You just wait here. I want no business for a minute.” Santi then got off his car leaving Rico in the car.

Rico sighed. I don't know what she really wants. Rico himself was really confused. Rico doesn't care but can't. Rico wanted to refuse too but it felt heavy.

Remember rico, for alesia's sake. Not the other one.

Rico waited and waited for half an hour and then came back and fell asleep in the back seat of the car.

“Loh, where is he?”

Santi was surprised to find Rico was not in his place. Santi told him to wait. But once again rico is no longer in place.

“Basic damn boy.” Dumel.

“I'm here aunt. Sleepy tau not waiting for a long aunt really.”

With an annoyed face, Rico moved back to the front seat next to the steering chair that was sat santi. Rico yawned and covered his mouth using the back of his right hand.

“Where are we going exactly?” Ask rico lazy.

Santi glanced at rico. The woman twisted her eyes. Santi deliberately invited rico when he came out. Santi was afraid that when Bramono arrived he would come and disturb him again.

For a moment Santi was silent. It feels weird. Rico came with a motorbike and then went with him using a car santi. Rico always sat in a car seat beside the steering wheel while driving like a driver.

“Rico.” Call santi judes.

“Hmm.”

Rico is really lazy. Rico agreed with Santi's plan.

“Why where do you take the motor?”

Santi's question made Rico look up. Rico felt strange about the question of the woman who was much older than him. Although Rico does not deny that santi is indeed beautiful and youthful.

“What's really why? Something wrong if I where to take the motor?” Ask rico back.

Santi clucking. Santi most do not like if asked is not answered but even the one in question asked back to him.

“Listen yes. Bramono is a rich man. He's a businessman who has everything.”

“Keep the same relationship with me?” Ask rico again.

“Yes bramono knows you're my future husband. And my future husband it should be more everything from bramono.”

“Then?”

Rico looked at santi.

Rico knew what the woman next to him meant. And rico felt his temper didn't have to make him push things around. If indeed bramono more everything than himself rico does not care. Rico doesn't want to compete either. Rico just wants to be himself. Both in front of Santi, bramono, even in front of all pairs of eyes in the world where it stands.

“Yes you should be more everything than him. You..”

“Tante.” Sela Rico made Santi stop saying.

“I do all this not because I care about aunty. I just don't want to ruin alesia's happiness. And from aunty you know, want the bramono is rich or even he sultan even though I do not care. I'm just a photographer. I am not a rich man. And honestly I don't have what Bramono's got. If aunty really wants to accept me this way we continue this charade. But if aunty can't accept me and demands me to be more than bramono, sorry. I'm happy to stop here.” Rico said at length.

Santi. What Rico said really went into the recesses of his heart. And santi felt bad for Rico who seemed to be offended by what she said.

“I people don't have aunty. I have a mother and a sister that I need to pay for. And I also do not have much time for things that are not clear like this.” Rico continued.

Rico then opened the car door with his upset face. Santi demanded what he should not. And it is true that it has deviated from the initial agreement rico wants to follow the will of santi.

“Where are you going?” Santi asked to see Rico get out of his car.

“Rome.” Answer rico briefly.

BRAKK !!

Santi closed his eyes to hear the loud sound of the car door being closed very hard by Rico. And Santi knows rico is really mad at him this time.

Oh jesus.. What the hell am I doing?

Leon got up from his recline after alesia fell asleep. Leon was forced to postpone his appointment with a client because alesia did not want to stay and wanted to continue to be accompanied this afternoon.

Slowly Leon got out of bed. The handsome man in a bone-white shirt then stepped towards the balcony of his room. While stepping leon folded his shirt arms to the elbow limit.

Arriving at the balcony leon smiled as he felt the breeze of the wind that gently hit his face. It feels so cool and makes leon comfortable.

Leon stepped slowly to the edge of the balcony. The handsome man stood by concentrating his two palms on a balcony railing made of iron with a simple but elegant model.

Leon circulated his gaze throughout the spacious courtyard of his house. The smile on her thin lips expanded. Leon was supposed to occupy the house with alesia.

While enjoying the scenery below arrived a big red motorbike attracted the attention of Leon.

Whose bike is that?

Leon narrowed his eyes. It could not have been felt if the motorbike belonged to a security guard who worked at his home. Curious Rico also reached into the pocket of his gray pants and contacted the security guard who was in charge of monitoring security around his house.

“Halo master.”

“Red motor in front of your post belongs to whom?” Leon asked, refusing to speak stale.

“Oh it.. This is the theme of the motorcycle, mrs.”

Leon raised his eyebrows. Alesia said nothing to him.

“Mistress?”

“Iya sir. Lady santi.”