A Flavor

Asmara

Until late at night, Rico could not close his eyes. Though usually rico so easy to fall asleep anything else after working all day. In addition rico who must accompany santi such as taking her to pick her up kamanapun santi go.

Rico sighed then got up and sat in the middle of his little bed. His mind continued to drift on what he said to Santi earlier. Rico himself was shocked as soon as he realized it now. Rico did not expect himself to dare say that to Santi. Rico is much younger than Santi. Rico is not a rich man like Santi.

“Bramono stops asking for aunt santi back. So that means they've been in contact?”

Riley began to ask. Rico had no idea who Bramono was. Rico also does not know what relationship between santi and bramono before.

“What could bramono be his ex-girlfriend aunt?”

Rico is really confused right now. Rico is no hypocrite. Rico does not feel it will be able to if you have to be far from santi. Rico also feels unwilling if you have to stay away or stay away from santi. Rico was used to the presence of Santi.

Rico laughed at himself. At the beginning Rico was very upset at the santi who judged everything with money. But gradually over time Rico began to feel comfortable. Rico began to be able to accept santi super judes and fierce also bebel. Rico actually feels funny with the behavior of women who are much older than him.

“God.. If this is indeed the net then please make it easy.”.

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Not much different from rico Santi also felt the same way. Rico's words kept ringing in his ears. Rico indirectly expressed his feelings. Santi is not stupid. Santi knows what Rico means.

A smile was engraved on Santi's lips. Santi then grabbed the cellphone that was on the nightstand beside his bed. Santi opened his phone and looked for photo rico who had been silent to take without rico's knowledge. Santi even took rico's mother's number on guard if one day rico returned home again and did not tell him. Really such a long thought.

Santi rubbed his phone screen right on Rico's face where the picture of the man with the bangs was. Santi also felt comfortable with Rico. Santi felt protected and not alone. And without realizing it, Rico managed to put himself in the heart of santi.

Rico.. You're kind. You are also attentive and make me comfortable..

Santi kept staring at Rico's handsome face. The Caucasian face that sometimes makes Santi ask questions.

Maybe her mother is not an Indonesian?

Santi guessed how the figure of mother rico so that paras rico can be so handsome. Bright white skin also merahan high body strapping. It is true that the combination is very fitting according to Santi.

Santi sighed. This is not the first time I have felt that way. In the early days of courtship with Bramono also felt the same way. Santi did not even break the ban on his parents and stayed with Bramono until he married her. But unfortunately so his parents died bramono suddenly changed. Bramono became a heartless, rough figure. Bramono also often played with other women. Finally, Bramono made out and did things that were not supposed to be with other women right in front of the eyes of the head. And that makes santi who is pregnant young finally miscarried.

“Ngak. You can't be trapped anymore. You can't be hurt anymore.”

Santi shook his head to shake his mind about his painful past. Santi looked back at Rico's handsome face on his phone screen.

“Rico.. You're too young. I'm sure your feelings are still easy to change. And I'm sure you only feel comfortable for a moment with me.”

Santi gulped his saliva then put his cellphone with the position of the screen below. Santi was hesitant again. The pain and trauma he felt because of the wounds inflicted by Bramono was still residing in his heart. Wounds that until now could not be healed. The wound that still feels painful.

“I can't expect too much. Rico is probably the same as Bramono. He will get bored and end up hurting me later.” Santi lirih.

Santi closed both of his eyes. The tightness felt in his chest remembering the fate of his love so unfortunate. And now when Santi can again stand with his own two feet another love comes and asks to enter into his life.

“I cannot be weak.. I can't get hurt anymore.. I-i can.. I can do everything myself.”

Again santi sighed. This time the hela is so skartis because santi tried to relieve tightness in his chest.

The next morning Rico came back to pick up Santi. This time Rico had 2 helmets. Rico aims to invite Santi to ride his motorcycle.

“Aunte..”

Rico smiled and greeted the santi who was enjoying her morning breakfast. The handsome man in bangs was wearing all-black clothes complete with a backpack attached to his back.

Santi glanced at rico. There is no intention at all to offer rico breakfast with him. Santi's determination is round. Santi wanted to get away from rico and remove the taste that was still lingering in his heart.

“Eem.. Aunty would not this morning I take to the office using the motor?”

Santi stopped chewing the food in his mouth then turned to look at Rico who was standing behind the chair beside Santi.

Santi put the fork and spoon he held and laughed.

“You invited me to ride your ugly motorbike?”

The smile that adorned rico's lips instantly faded. Santi put his hard-earned motor on the ugly buy. Motor that is indeed from a small rico very dream.

“Ya although ugly right the important can still go aunty.” Rico's smile is thin.

Santi smiled cynically. Santi does not want to be rude to rico actually, but santi also can not give a gap to rico to go deeper into his life and control his heart.

“Listen yes rico, I'm not used to riding an ugly bike like your bike. There will be a wind. I want to be healthy again, not sick.”

Rico sighed then smiled.

Patience rico.. Don't surrender.. Nothing is impossible.

“Tante don't worry. I brought a sweater for aunt.”

Santi gulped his saliva then gawked. Rico is too good now but I don't know if he will continue to be good to him or will turn to hurt him like a bramono.

Rico took off his backpack and pulled out a moca-colored knit sweater and showed it to Santi.

“Tante can wear this. This is for aunt.” Rico smile.

Santi laughed at the swimer shown by Rico and then stood up from his seat. Santi then took the switer that rico thrust out and opened his fold right in front of the handsome man.

“Inah !!”

Rico frowned because Santi actually called his house assistant. Rico tried to think positively.

"I am a mistress.” Respect that comes from the kitchen.

Santi glanced at rico at a glance then handed the knit sweater giving rico to bi inah.

“This is a new sweater for you.”