Aretta & Secrets

Aidan's feelings

"How come you guys can come together? You guys know each other?" ask Oma.

I gave a brief peck on her cheek before replying, "Aretta is Aidan's student at Oma school," I explained briefly and densely. I also reassured myself that our relationship was only that limited. We can't be more than that even though I want to.

Oma nodded in understanding and I knew exactly what was on her mind. But I decided not to talk about it let alone in front of Aretta.

"Because you've reached Oma will just go straight. The new book has been placed in the warehouse. There's a stock of novels and some books of knowledge. Don't forget to put it on the shelf. Oma wants the arisan used to run out it immediately rest at home," he said while looking for his bag. I nodded in understanding. Oma has worked so hard all her life and I know how valuable this store is to her. Raising this character is not easy. Establishing a bookstore other than as a hobby is also a search that was initially strongly opposed by people around. Even for some time this store no one came because at that time reading has not become a culture that is much in demand.

Fortunately times changed and books became popular. At that time the crisis that hit this store was successfully resolved. My parents used to help Oma, but since they died I'm the only one who can help her now.

"Yes. Don't worry Oma. Is there an inter?" my many. I did hire a driver but sometimes Oma asked Mr. Danu to go home and take care of the garden at her house while she was busy at the store. Even some of me also saw Oma who set off on foot. Mr. Danu has changed his profession to a gardener since working with Oma and that sometimes makes me not understand the way of Oma's mind. But when the clock comes home or when Oma is lazy, he just asked Mr. Danu to pick her up.

"There's."

After that Oma really left and now there are only the two of us. Aretta and I immediately moved to finish the book while joking around. He laughed, frowned, and made a lot of jokes. I like this situation. I don't know why the more I know Aretta, the more I want to have her. I want to be the only person who can be the place to lean.

But can it be?

Would it be too much if I wanted Aretta, my own student, to be my lover?

I had never thought about this before, even something like this never crossed my mind because I thought all the women around me were just boring and uninteresting people to have.

Talking too much about him made my mind even more insane later. The first customer came and we immediately split the task quickly. The busyness this time around was really amazing because me and him couldn't even sit down for a while.

As soon as lunch came I invited him to eat together. Perhaps my brain could no longer hold back, not knowing the shame I grabbed his hand and linked our fingers without his permission. We walked out of the store together.

The grip of Aretta's hand really made me happy. This is more successful than the endorphin hormone that can be obtained from running. Her soft little hands like it was created for me to hold because the size is very fitting under the wide palm of my hand. I love this situation and the sensation. Situations where I can hold her hand and sensations where I can feel the feeling of arcing just because of this closeness. But unfortunately for now I can not hold his fingers longer. I don't want to make him uncomfortable and get stamped as a presumptuous man.

With a heavy heart I immediately let go of our challenge once we were outside the store. Plus I also have to lock up the store before I leave.

I was a little surprised to see him who only took rice at the end of a barrel. Is he kidding? It wasn't even two mouthfuls. I stared at him sharply and added one more centong to his plate.

"But this.." protested.

He collapsed at school. Is he happy to torture himself like this?

"Let's go." I gently pushed his shoulders until we arrived at the farm and vegetables section. Looks worried and I decided to get you a piece of grilled chicken. I also add vegetables, sambal, and side dishes to the complement. Food must be balanced so that all needs are met.

"Mostly..." She whines which makes her even more adorable. This girl does not realize if her behavior even makes me wrong.

"Udah has rice so it can't be reversed" I said. He immediately pursed his lips. I want to gently wipe his head. But that's not possible, "want me to add again would you like to directly find a seat?"

Aretta immediately stepped away as soon as she heard my sentence. He seems to have a bad story that has something to do with food. Butwhat?

The rest of the time it ends well. We have truly been the perfect partner. I really enjoyed the time I spent with Aretta. He is mature, not demanding, and independent. He is also a good listener. Especially when I tell you the origin of this store. The rays of admiration and the salute he did not hide.

After the break, we resumed our work. This time the customer who came was not full when the morning and when he was busy with the customer I covered out because Oma called. It would be strange if I answered the phone while I was inside because the resulting sound could echo through the room. Oma asked about watching the store, about lunch, and about our circumstances.

I called about 10 minutes. But when I got back in, I didn't find Aretta anywhere. The store looked deserted because the last customer I knew was out before I hung up.

"Aretta?" call me in a loud voice.

"Yes." I heard his voice and frowned faintly when I knew it was a little quivering. His tone sounded frightened.

I saw Aretta coming up from behind the bookshelf. The relief did not necessarily come when I also saw a God appear behind him. The man was my teacher and business colleague but he was also one of the members in the dark business. Whether it's prostitution or drug trafficking. I don't really understand and I can't just accuse you because I don't have any evidence.