A Flavor to Love

5-1

"Tadaima..," (I'm home.) Kirana walked gontai towards the long black sofa that was in the living room and dropped her body there.

"Okaeri (welcome)..., how was your lecture today?" Daichi said he was busy in the kitchen arranging dinner at the dinner table. The menu tonight is curry rice and vegetable salad. In accordance with the previous agreement, the, he and Kirana make a schedule for who will prepare breakfast and dinner considering that his sister protested against him who always ate outside and considered him wasteful and unhealthy plus a household assistant in the apartment hers only has the authority to clean and dry dirty clothes. He was forced to follow his sister's advice. Maybe there is also a point in the words of the younger brother, he must get used to eating home cooking. He is grateful to be given a natural talent to learn things easily, including in cooking.

Kirana poked her twitching forehead holding back the annoyance. His days as a student at the University of Tokyo always end badly when he has to quarrel with a super arrogant and annoying creature named Akio Fujiwara. Especially today, during a basketball practice session, Akio deliberately pelted himself with the round ball so that he made him ride the apoplexy and ended up again with a fight between them. As a result, it is certain that he gets a penalty of having to clean the field and basketball with Akio for one month every time he finishes training. Is that true? Why is the sentence long? I swear by anything, why is that one guy looking for her so much? He had already introspect himself and felt he had done nothing wrong to him.

"You why imouto?" Daichi who did not get an answer to the question he asked and felt the change from his only brother immediately approached him. "illness?" He examined Kirana's forehead with his right hand and compared her body temperature. "Normal is..."

"I am indeed a normal Niisan.." Kirana put away Daichi's palm. "I'm just upset" he closed both eyes with his arms. The voice of the younger brother sounded very desperate.

"You want to tell me?" Daichi sat crouched on the edge of the sofa, he smiled gently and rubbed his sister's hair. "Who knows I can help..."

Kirana rose from her sleeping position to a sitting position while leaning her body against the back of the sofa and allowing her brother to sit next to her. His face looked haggard and disheveled.

"Today is really the worst." he lamented, pursing his lips. "The man went back to look for me..."

"Which man?"

"Oh my God," Kirana slapped her forehead. "So my curses to Niisan from yesterday were not listened to at all? Niisan is really outrageous!" She hit her sister with a sofa cushion not far from her.

"Hahahahaha, I'm just kidding around," Daichi pinched Kirana's bulging cheek as he held back his annoyance. "You're fighting again with a man you don't want to call his name?"

"Yes..,"Kirana looked at the ceiling of the apartment. "I don't understand the child's thoughts at all?" He exhaled slowly and covered his face with both palms. "There are things that make me upset and angry with him. He often bothers me and makes me who can usually be patient suddenly out of control. It's all ruined, I feel unworthy to bear Kirana's name."

Daichi just laughed at Kirana's words. Since long ago until now he knew his sister, his figure is a person who is very avoiding everything that smells excessive, especially negative things such as disputes. He was very respectful and tried to make himself in accordance with the meaning of his name. Seeing him like this inevitably makes himself unable to not interfere in the affairs of the sister.

"What was I wrong with her until she did that? Is it just because I'm not like his other fangirls that he's constantly torturing me? Is it because I don't want to admit defeat on that basketball bet? But it can't be called defeat because the game was stopped when Coach suddenly came to the hall and stopped us, "He doesn't know what to say anymore. All he could do was end his sentence with a curse. "Ukhhh..., curse you for making me like this!!!"

Kirana's breathing rhythm was hunting as if it had managed to bring out something big. Only this time in his life did he feel a great sense of annoyance at what he did not understand. Daichi scrunched his forehead, not expecting such harsh words from his sister's mouth. His heart was intrigued to ask, "You don't know at all why that man did that to you?"

Kirana only shook her head weakly as she realized she had acted impolite by cursing.

"It is precisely because I do not know please help me to know Niisan.., I most do not like to have enemies, I just want to have friends who accompany me as when I was in Indonesia," Kirana tugged at the black t-shirt her brother was wearing as if pleading.

"Well, it looks like your hungry stomach has kept your brain from thinking that your boyfriend is doing it all with the intention of attracting your attention," Daichi patted Kirana gently on the head and got up from his seat towards the dining table. He tried to shift his sister's mind for a moment to be calmer.

"What does Niisan mean? I really don't understand," As if I understood the code given by her sister, Kirana followed Daichi to the dinner table.

"Today I'm cooking curry and vegetable salad, you don't mind, do you?" Daichi occupies a seat at the dining table. "Maclum, my experience in the cooking field is losing away from you Kirana-chan. Hehehe..."

"It's okay, Niisan is already much better than Niisan's first dish titled grilled chicken gosong!" Kirana said with a soft tone. He saw the dish for dinner today, it really seduced his inner self. Her sister was amazing, despite the simple cooking, from the looks of it it was already seen that the menu looked delicious to eat making her almost drool.

"Hahahaha..," Daichi couldn't bear to not laugh considering his first experience of cooking. As a result they were both forced to eat instant ramen noodles sold in minimarket near the apartment, again because of the ngirit attitude shown by his beautiful sister.

"Itadakimasu..," (Good meal) Daichi and Kirana compactly combined their ten fingers to say goodbye.

Daichi stopped his meal feed for a moment as he felt the upset emotions Kirana was experiencing had subsided. This is shown by how greedy the sister enjoyed her dinner. "Oh yes, continue the conversation..."

"Hum..," Kirana only responded as necessary while continuing to chew.

"Geez-uhuk!" Kirana who was enjoying her brother's rice kare suddenly choked on hearing the last sentence that glided smoothly from the sister. He immediately took a glass of mineral water that had been provided at the dining table and gulped it down to the toilet before looking back at his brother. "Eeeekkkhhh???!!!!!"

"Ohatshii!!" A young man picked up some of his fist which was right on his left. "Damn, why did you sneeze all of a sudden?!" Protest on him. Soon he returned to the work before him, a sophisticated laptop depicting several charts and figures and a half-meter-high stack of documents to his right.

BRACKET!

I heard the sound of the door opening. A quick step flinched on the floor of the room.

"Akiooo!!!"

Akio who heard his name was called just turned his pair of sharp eyes and removed all ten of his fingers from the laptop. He leaned his body on the back of his great chair in the office space where he lived. A penthouse concept condominium located in Minami-Azabu district, Minato-ku, Tokyo with an area of 412 m² and located on the tenth floor of one of the luxury apartment properties owned by Fujiwara Corporation.

The apartment that got the nickname 'The Private House' because it has rare furniture and a variety of accessories from around the world and luxury. Almost all building materials, such as stone and floors and wooden doors are imported directly from Italy. The interior decoration uses the works of famous Japanese artists. The interior form is inspired by local Japanese culture, but still emphasizes modernity. The residence consists of three bedrooms, three full-service bathrooms with Jacuzzi, walk-in wardrobe, a large shelf that houses hundreds of her clothes and shoes, a workspace, and a large, the living room is complete with all its furnishings, the dining room is like a five-star restaurant with an open-plan kitchen that allows guests to be able to see first-hand the action of their personal chef cooking a dish, the billiard room along with other favorite Akio game games and the paris-style terrace overlooking Arisugawa park make anyone jealous of the property owned by Akio.

"Don't make a noise Kazuto! My head hurts enough to do this work in front of me." He massaged the left side and the right side of his head with both fingers. Since he entered High School, he chose to live alone adjacent to the headquarters of Fujiwara Interprise, the company he leads away from his family mansion located in the suburbs of Tokyo makes it easier to access work and live his personal life freely. He gives access to his private key only to his best friend Kazuto, his personal waitress and his personal chef.

"I heard you had another fight with Kirana huh even the two of you to be punished by Mr Coach?" Kazuto's two eyes stared fixedly at Akio. He looked at Akio with a curious look. "Ah, it's a pity that I have to accompany my father to an important meeting with the parliamentarians, otherwise I will be able to see how Coach punishes you." He was scowling and teasing his friend who currently had a very serious face.

"Shut up Kazuto!" Akio got up from his big chair and walked towards the milky white sofa that was placed not far from his desk. He took the television remote on the table in front of him. The channel contains news. Kazuto eventually joined him. The atmosphere of silence was created when the two friends paid attention to news related to the economy of his country. He is really upset with his best friend who does not want to help him to find out who Kirana Kiseki really is. His frustration grew when he got into an argument with Kirana which triggered tension in the basketball club. Does this have anything to do with him not having sex for a long time? Come to think of it, the time is up for you to argue with that stubborn girl.

"Ne, Akio..," Kazuto started a conversation breaking the silence.

"Eh."

"I want to ask, but don't you get mad?"

"What's that about?"

"Do you like the new kid?"

"...," No answer came out of Akio's lips. He chose silence not to respond to the question posed by Kazuto and his eyes remained focused on the television screen. Questions that he found strange. Likey? What's that like? He did not understand the question his friend was asking. There was never a word of like on his dictionary. For her the woman who always warms her bed is just an outlet from her lonely ego.

"If silence means the answer is 'IYA' right? Finally, my best friend is normal to also be able to like one woman!" Kazuto arbitrarily drew a conclusion while glancing at Akio who had put on an annoyed expression while glancing at Kazuto. "But Akio, aren't you overreacting like that to Kirana? He can be hurt by your attitude towards him..."

"He still owes me." Akio replied coldly and casually. "So what did you say? Likey? Have you gone crazy? How long have you known me idiot?!"

"Huh..., it's hard to deal with a person whose life is 100% by logic!" Kazuto snorted annoyedly at Akio's quite rude remark. He scrunched his forehead withstanding emotions. It felt like he hit Akio's head so hard that he realized what he had done and removed his stubbornness and arrogance. "Don't because the doctrines of your grandfather that have been firmly attached to you make you a figure who always runs away and rebels like this. Even your appearance is older than your actual age Akio."

"You won't understand if I'm in Kazuto.." - Desis Akio.

"It is precisely because of me.." Kazuto was unable to continue his words seeing the cold and tense expression that Akio was showing. He chose silence and let Akio get up and walk towards the balcony of his apartment.

Akio was busy with his own thoughts. Although he was aware that he was now entering the winter season in Japan, he did not care. It seemed like he needed a large enough supply of air to cool his suddenly hot brain more than when he had to struggle with his work documents. He hates being reminded of his responsibilities as leader of the Fujiwara family when he is 21 years old. The age where he should have enjoyed his days with freedom and cheer like Kazuto had. Why can't he be like Kazuto? Wasn't the burden that the child bore about the same as her? He looked back at the slightly cloudy night sky. How much he wanted to resuscitate his grandfather the reason why he became a dissident and often broke women's hearts was simply because he wanted to be given the same freedom as Kazuto.

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