About A Taste

A kiss?

The journey starts at 7:00 AM local time. It takes 4 and a half hours to get to Yogyakarta. Wardah was confused to invite what else to talk to Mas Eza. Fear will be sleepy if not invited to talk.

The rain is still pouring. It's very rainy. As a result, they can not increase the speed of the vehicle steering. Slippery gaess the way. Looks like tomorrow-tomorrow need to cutong royong to brush asphalt toll deh.

"Still cold?" ask Mas Eza to Wardah who is still trying to hide his hands between the jackets.

"Hehehe, good mas... The rain did not stop" replied Wardah.

"It looks like I have gloves, for a minute." murmured Eza while looking in the car seat. And finally found.

"Wear ajah," said Eza giving gloves to Wardah.

"No need to, used by Mas. His hands are also white. It must be cold, too" answered Wardah. Eza's hands looked pale from the cold. It's okay if Wardah has to wear it.

Eza put on the glove and immediately grabbed Wardah's fingers for him to hold. The success of the tiny fingers sank into his grasp. The next hand is still driving the car consistently.

"Gee!" surprise Wardah.

"There's no coating, no papa times yes, hehehe. Let's be fair, Dah, I'm not cold anymore, you are too" Eza said.

Wardah was confused as to what to answer. It's warm, it's warm. Very inconvenient. Clumsily Wardah nodded obediently and let his fingers be held by Eza.

"Mas, if a case that has been closed for a long time can be opened again, right?" ask Wardah curious.

"Emmm, it seems possible if there is evidence coming out again. Just ask Papa tomorrow." replied Eza.

Eza was asked by Papa to follow in his footsteps to become a lawyer. But the child prefers to be a businessman. The Papa who also has a business finally handles everything with the help of the child.

"Why? What case do you have?" ask Eza.

"Hehehe, there is no Mas" replied Wardah.

The sunlight that had been waiting for finally appeared as well. The journey is still going on. In an hour they arrived in Yogyakarta. Their stomachs began to rebel asking to be filled. Wardah has been whining from earlier asking where the rest area is.

Finally Eza turned the reins towards the nearby rest area for a short break.

"Laper maass," whined Wardah again.

Okay fine! Relented. Wardah took the basket that was brought by Mother earlier. They didn't get out of the car. Fortunately, Mommy brought you supplies. So they do not need to spend the cost of living to fill the stomach.

It appears Wardah wrapped the rice with some side dishes using oil paper.

"Before a while, Mas" said Wardah.

He got out of the car with 2 packets of rice. Eza who had seen him looked confused. Where do you want to eat that puja? Bring two more packs. Strong eat it. Eza still continues to follow the direction of his view of Wardah. Until he approached an old man with his mothers. Looks like they're husband and wife. He also gave some money to the old man.

The deg! Eza's heart was suddenly touched seeing that scene. With a radiant face, Wardah returned to the car. Eza was ashamed to see the scene.

"Same mother why was that?" ask Eza. He was awkward himself.

"Laper is like Mas, pity," replied Wardah sympathizing.

The mangosteen-mangute eza. They did not eat at the rest area. Wardah chose to eat while walking.

"Mas Eza isn't a laper?" ask Wardah.

"The will of the heart wants to eat Dah, but wants to cepet up as well. How try? Hahaha" Eza chirped with a crisp laugh.

"Okay!" Wardah thrust a spoon at Eza to bribe him.

Eza looks lola sees Wardah. Is Wardah really gonna bribe him?

"Safe, the spoon is new! Not my ex" Wardah said. He thought Eza would not be fed for a spoon with him. But basically Eza doesn't matter. Even glad not because. That means they kiss indirectly. Haha. That's the theory of romantic movies. Haha.

Eza immediately devoured the food before Wardah changed his mind. Eza's smile expanded instantly.

"Eemmm, nice!" abugn.