A Flavor to Love

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Kirana opened her eyes slowly. He also changed the position of his body that was originally lying down to sit. He looked around the Business Class cabin of a red plate aircraft belonging to Indonesia that was carrying him flying from Soekarno-Hatta International Airport, Jakarta, Indonesia to Narita International Airport, Tokyo, the capital of Japan.

He looked at the man sitting next to him. He saw the young man who was still asleep for a moment. Oval face with a 'V' shaped chin and a sturdy jaw, short shaggy style hair piled up with uneven length and a little messy impression on the back is as dense black as his onyx colored eyeballs when he looks face pleading permission was about to pass his seat which was right next to the plane's fuselage path, a pointed nose, thin lips, porcelain whites that were in line with his, which belonged to him, his athletic body as well as the elegant expensive and neat clothes he wore, showed that this man was not an indiscriminate person. How handsome this guy is... Inner Kirana while smiling knot. Counting getting a beautiful view during this boring trip is pretty decent...

Slowly the morning sunlight began to tickle and attract the attention of his hazel eyes sitting right next to the window of the plane. Inevitably he immediately took his eyes off the man and turned his head out the window. Apparently there was something more interesting to his attention than his teammates on the plane. The view outside, Japan! How much this country he misses. For five years he never set foot here again.

"Ladies and Gentleman, shortly we will be landing at Narita International Airport in Tokyo, Japan. The time in Indonesia is the four hours ahead of Tokyo time. Please fasten your seatbelt, adjust your seatbelt in the upright position and lock your table securely. For Business passengers, please stow your footrest and video monitor in place. Also keep your window shades open during this time.

Passengers who are using laptop and other entertainment devices please switch them off now. Thank you..."

Finally, I went back to where I came from.., Japan! In her heart Kirana said as the plane she was flying in had landed smoothly and safely at Narita International Airport. A smile filled her lips. He was in the air around him. The smell of fresh warm air signifies that summer has been waiting for him here. He giggled inwardly as he observed the clothes he was wearing were completely opposite to the season he was about to face in Tokyo. How else, the weather in Indonesia in August this year experienced a quite severe anomaly. The month where the dry season should still be rampant suddenly turned into a rainy season with a significant level of intensity every day. Inevitably he chose to use closed clothes and boots.

"Yosh, it's time to get my bag and find Daichi-niisan." Kirana gave herself some encouragement. He opened his jacket and tied it to his slender waist. Slowly he read the directions to the pick-up place which is more written in kanji even though there is English as a companion. He deliberately tested himself if his Japanese language skills were still there and he was grateful that his amnesia did not make him amnesiac in the complicated writing so it did not make him have to ask around like people gone.

Meanwhile, a young man in his mid-twenties entered Narita International Airport to the arrival of passengers from abroad. As the aura around him changed, the entire eye looked at the young man with a look of admiration as if looking at a famous idol artist. Dark brown hair with a short layer of cut, a pair of hazel eyes, a handsome face nan baby face that always spread a friendly smile is adorable, very contrasted with her 178 cm height and casual-looking dress sense with a red shirt with black stripes combined with black knee-length cargo pants and red sneakers in line with the shirt she wears.

Forty-five minutes had passed, but the long-awaited figure had yet to reveal its nostrils. His gaze began to fidget and worry why in that period of time the person he was waiting for his arrival had not yet appeared? Forgive me. Her sister complex disease is truly terrible! If he was not a playboy maybe he would not worry too much about him. But the words of his friend were still ringing in his head. Fucking junior!! The curse in the heart. He could have cursed himself!

"Onii.san." a soft-sounding voice rang out calling out to the young man. "Daichi-niisan's..."

"Dare?" (Who?) Daichi turned to the direction the voice came from.

"Really true!" Said the girl excited. "Daichi-niisan's face is very similar to the photo Papa sent! Yokatta..." (Thankfully.) After almost strayed because he had misread the kanji on the instructions at the airport, he finally managed to find the figure of the person he was looking for. He stroked his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You who?" Daichi scrunched his forehead feeling like he did not recognize the girl in front of him. Beautiful but...

"Masa' Niisan doesn't know me? I am the one with the amnesia why it was my sister who forgot..," The girl pouted and puffed her cheeks making her face look sweet and cute. "I am your imouto!"

5 seconds...

4 seconds...

3 seconds...

2 seconds...

1 second...

"EEKKKHHHH?!!!" Daichi shouted in disbelief at the vision before him. He rubbed his eyes to make sure that the figure he was currently in front of was his sister's right. Oh my God, is this really his sister? Has he been too busy with himself to be aware of his sister? Stupidhead! The complaint in the heart.

"I was sent this photo by Papa," Kirana took the smartphone from inside her small bag and showed a photo with Daichi's face inside. "Papa says this is the latest big brother's photo so I don't misidentify people."

"Dear brother!!" Daichi spontaneously shouted and immediately hugged his sister's body tightly. "I miss you, apparently during my stay in Indonesia in addition to bringing souvenirs of amnesia you also turned beautiful like this."

"Let's head for the parking lot" Daichi pulled Kirana's large suitcase and held Kirana's right arm. He watched the people around him staring in admiration at his older brother. He looked at the older brother, he did not deny that his brother was a handsome and charismatic young man. He remembered, while waiting in the waiting room for the plane's departure, he spent his time searching for information about his family through the internet media to train his memory is still a bit blurry.

"Daichi-nii..,” Call Kirana slowly.

"What?" Daichi looked at his sister.

"Daichi-nii don't feel the people around us paying attention to Daichi-nii?"

"It's normal, just smile and cute. Assume they don't exist" Daichi said with a smile.

Kirana realized something. He also patted his forehead. Is not the Matsumoto family one of the upper class families who have a big influence on the Japanese economy? And this brother who is holding his hand is a figure who is a trendsetter as the heir of Matsumoto Global Group, a company that until now is still managed by the Papa. Handsome, smart, classy, and rich, he deserves to be the center of attention. A feeling of admiration and pride emerged from Kirana's heart towards this sister. Although he knew his brother bore heavy responsibilities, he did not show it at all. There is no envy in his heart, he is grateful to be born as a woman in the Matsumoto family that makes him more free to make choices for his future. And he has that choice.

"We ride this?!" Kirana shouted loudly with a shrill tone of dislike. In front of him has been perfectly parked a luxury car Lamborghini Reventon Roadster red. He does not really like the concept of luxury cars produced by world-class automotive companies, but he is not blind to information about the types of cars emblematic of the prestige of the billionaires, he said, especially this car. Lamborghini, a manufacturer of luxury cars, has created an art on this type of Reventon Roadster. The top features with a V12 engine with a capacity of 6.5 liters that produce a power of 650 horsepower and able to go with a top speed of up to 355 km/clock and in a matter of 3.4 seconds capable of speeding at 96.5 km/clock plus production which only amounted to 21 units makes it have a high selling value of USD 2.2 million making it a target and favorite of the upper class, one of which is this brother. He is fully aware that his family is part of the community. But..., this is too much!

"Yes, why?" Daichi asked in a confused tone over Kirana's reaction.

"I don't want to!" Kirana is short. "I'd better take a taxi or an airport bus or just a JR!" He immediately took out his large push-pouch from Daichi's hand.

"Eh? What's wrong with this car that you won't ride?" He asked innocently while preventing his sister from leaving him.

"I hate everything that's too fancy and extravagant!"

"But Kirana.." Daichi was suddenly confused by the rejection that his sister had just made. Just because of the car he used? Is there something wrong with your favorite car? He was completely inexhaustible with his sister's mind.

"Daichi-nii don't know that there are still many people living below the poverty line? They even had to sleep on the side of the road because they had no place to live. While me and Daichi-nii live in moderation and even excessive. Can't we live simpler? Better our more money it's used to help those in need."

Daichi did not dwell on hearing every sentence Kirana said. What dream was he last night suddenly lectured by his only brother? He admitted that his words were true and he was always taught to live simply by his parents. Not with his car on this one. He has fought half to death racking his brain for the continuity of his family business to buy this car. The only thing he really wanted to have. "I will listen to all your complaints and answer them later, but now please obey and get in the car," Daichi clasped Kirana's little shoulder with both hands and tried to calm down or rather convince his sister with the wise words of his flagship weapon. "I don't want to be labeled as an older brother who is not very care for his sister who is sick by letting him take a taxi or take a bus or worse ride JR," He put on a pleading gaze to Kirana while opening the door for his sister. "Tokyo's changed a lot after you've been away Kirana for a long time."

"Huh, alright..," Kirana sighed as she felt unable to reply to her sister's words. He was indeed weak with the glaring eyes Daichi had. With heavy steps he entered the bench next to the driver of the luxury car. He hates to admit it, for the size of the taste, the older brother has good taste. Daichi, who saw him, laughed in his heart and immediately started his car engine, put in automatic gear and set his gas pedal to leave the airport for his apartment.

Shortly after Kirana and Daichi left the airport, a man with an expression of fatigue but did not throw off his good looks walked to the meeting point that had been agreed by his pick-up in the waiting room for the arrival of passengers from abroad. He looked around, but none of the pickers came near. Judging by the watch he was wearing, his pick-up should have come waiting for him first. This is the hassle if he has to travel on a commercial plane, he cannot casually go home with his personal vehicle and must be picked up. He had to follow the orders of his grandfather who asked him to familiarize himself with simplicity. Fortunately, it is still given Business Class, not Economy Class. You fucking old grandpa! It's old and authoritarian!

"Akio-sama, apologize for the delay..," Two people dressed officially in black suits walked over to the young man who had been standing in the waiting room.

"Eh." Answer's short. Highlight his sharp eyes seemed to be looking for the beautiful girl who had been sitting next to him while on the plane and had left him first. He was annoyed when he did not find the figure. What was even more upsetting was why he could not dwell next to the girl as if his ability in subduing a big zero female. Fucking kazuto! Just watch out if your vows happen, I'll burn you alive! He cursed himself, why did he become curious about the girl named Kirana? Cih, it really isn't her at all. Forget about that girl! He will never see her again.

"Akio-sama.," Call one of the men in black for both while opening the back door of the black Mercy car that was plastered in front of him.

Without saying much, Akio chose to get into the car and dropped his body that was still exhausted due to jet lag that he experienced for approximately eight hours drive from Jakarta to Tokyo.

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