Bhu & Akra (Five-Year-Old Girlfriend)
Not Bored 2
“Bhu,” call Cold chakra. Ana could not help but shiver, knowing that Cakra must be very angry at this moment.
The chakra snorted and without much words forcibly removed the seatbelt Ana was wearing, then shouldered the hard-headed boyfriend. Kontan just Ana screamed in shock. Following the dizzy that attacked his head. Of course, because now Ana's position can be said to be inverted. Cakra stepped quietly, with Ana still in her ring.
“Jesus Cakra! what did you do to Ana?” asked a man who was still handsome at his age who had stepped on the head of four.
“Dad, please Ana!” ana's screams while Cakra is still ignoring her request to be taken down immediately.
“Bhu is throwing a tantrum again, Dad. We will have dinner in the room only.” Cakra ignored Ana's screams, then stepped back.
Ana let out a frustrated scream as Bima—dad from Cakra—waves and says, “Yes already, enjoy your time! I promise you no one will bother you. In that case, Dad will call Opa and Oma Ana, inform them that Ana will be home late tonight.”
The position of Ana who is still shouldered, of course, makes Ana nauseous. Ana knew that the Cakra room was indeed far from the main building, precisely in the back pavilion. A place that is special for chakras. Therefore, not just anyone can enter the area. Ana herself had arguably never entered Cakra's room, in this back pavilion.
Upon arrival in the room, Ana cannot stand properly as Cakra lowers her down. Ana's head still felt spinning at this moment. It took a few seconds before Ana returned to normal.
“Ya?” Ana is not familiar with Cakra's question.
“What is so hard to obey me?” Cakra had not called Ana by her nickname anymore, it meant that Cakra was really angry. Ana was also angry. Why is it that at every opportunity, he is always the guilty party? Ana's tired.
“Difficult, because you never heard what I asked for. Be aware! We are not suitable. Five years, makes us find more things that are different between us. Therefore, we better pu—”
Ana rounded her eyes as Cakra grabbed her face and kissed her lips violently. For the sake of the Angel of Death, this is Ana's first kiss! During his five years of dating, Cakra never did anything more than hold his hand or kiss his forehead, as Cakra promised.
Ana's tears dripped down her paled full cheeks. Cakra has reneged on his own promise. Ana rebels and hits Cakra's chest hard.
The blow had absolutely no effect on Cakra, instead the man now took Ana to lie on her bed wrapped in dark gray sheets. Cakra released her pagutan on Ana's lips. Once removed, Ana immediately attempted to scoop up the oxygen that had previously nearly left her lungs. Cakra pierced Ana's tiny body, she rubbed Ana's wet cheeks gently.
“Here, I hold the power. Therefore, I will decide when we will part ways. For now, I still don't want to part with you. Because ...,” Cakra paused her sentence, then lowered her head closer and closer to Ana's sweet face before continuing her sentence, “I haven't gotten bored of you.” A second later, Ana's cries broke again. Her cries were more miserable than her previous cries. Really, Ana is hurt.
