Brides

Chapter 27 ~ Both~

Chapter 27 ~ Both~

“Love is the only flower that grow and blossom without the aid of the season – Love is the only flower that can grow and bloom without the help of season”

- Khalil Gibran

　

　

White walls, nightstands, mirrors, cabinets, and mattresses. All dead things feel alive. They seemed to notice Yogi sitting on the bed. He was bowed, deep, staring at the tip of the foot and the reflection of the face on the floor surface.

Sunlight pierced through the glass window, illuminating the room where it was. The only sound that was heard was the detachment of the wall clock and the beating of his own heart. He even thought that his heartbeat was harder than a wall clock, filling the room with an unrelenting heart rhythm.

Slowly, he raised his face. His attention is scattered, paying attention to the environment. On the soft bed, he sat down. At the end of the bed were pillows and some teddy bears, but he also saw rabbits there. It seems normal to like such cute things, considering Renata is a girl. It also adds to the impression of life and cute in the room.

Beside the mattress was a nightstand with some photos of Renata and her parents. The photo sheet is framed wood, simple. Some photos were taken in front of the house. However, some are taken at tourist attractions.

Yogi's attention moved. Not far away, across the bed was a table and a chair. There are study lamps, notebooks, and some neatly organized textbooks. Maybe there where Renata studied, studying when not in school.

Not long after, his attention moved to the window. The window is wide open. Maybe enough to be used as a seat while enjoying the wind that blows.

His last stop was the door. If she opened the door, she would find the bathroom, where Renata was changing clothes. Pale skin wrapped in a thin cloth, faces blush when the eyes meet each other, and the rhythm of the heart is increasingly irregular. Maybe that's what happens if he opens the door. However, he did not even move in seinchi.

A few minutes ago, he entered Renata's house. Renata's living room is twice as wide as his living room. There are sofas and LCD TVs, while the family still uses tube televisions. Because in the heat, Renata also turned on the AC, while in his house there was only one fan.

When he realized all that, he began to think that there was an all-too-clear status difference between him and Renata. His heart shrank for a few minutes, but he remembered the plan he had. Therefore, he made up his mind and intended to continue his journey of love. No matter what problems lie ahead, he will crashing through everything and grabbing Renata.

After being satisfied with the living room, Renata took her to the room. Renata leaves the bag on the bed and tells her to wait, while the girl changes clothes in the bathroom. However, the girl had not returned yet. It made her curiosity arise in mind.

Kriyit! Door creaking.

As fast as lightning, Yogi turns his attention to the source of the sound. The bathroom door opened, revealing Renata in casual clothes. The shorts, black, showed legs of a level, white, smooth like snow he had never seen. The white shirt covered the slender body and the long hair was tied back neatly. Sunlight shone on the girl, giving the impression that she was shining brightly in the light.

His heart was beating slowly, feeling a warm taste that was so dense. His mind was fixed on a girl who was attractive.

For a moment, he thought he was looking at an angel. However, he soon realized that an angel could not get out of the bathroom. Therefore, he immediately closed his mind, trying to smile at the girl.

“Sorry, make you wait!” renata said while closing the door.

“Nothing,” answered quickly.

“Emm ...,” Renata sculpting in front of the bathroom door, carrying the uniform hung on the hanger. I don't know what was going on in the girl's mind, but Yogi felt that she was looking for something to discuss.

“You better hang your uniform first,” Yogi points to the uniform that Renata brought.

“Ah, true!” the girl turned around, hanging the uniform on the bathroom door.

The air suffocates the throat, dissipating the mind into tiny particles. His body felt heavy, he wanted to lie down, but self-esteem forced him to stay upright. However, he could not bear the awkwardness mixed with the circumstances.

“E-emm ..., I'll take a drink,” the girl got up, passed her quickly.

“A-ah, sure,” he replied while attentively following Renata. When Renata's figure vanished, he immediately slammed the body into the mattress. One of her hands covered her face, massaging her head, realizing that she had just lost the opportunity to talk to the girl she loved. “I'm stupid.”

If he could talk to Renata, perhaps that kind of awkwardness would not happen. But he couldn't avoid that. He could not think clearly, when he realized that there was no one else but him in Renata's room.

“Haa ...” he sighed, staring at the white ceiling that looked back at him.

Soon, he got up, sitting on the edge of the bed. His attention shifted to the wide open door.

Rizki and Lia still haven't shown themselves. He thought they needed more time to get to Renata's house. He felt sorry for those two people.

If he knew there would be awkwardness when the two were with Renata, he would choose to accompany Rizki, buying materials. Because in the end, he couldn't talk about anything with Renata.

“Yogi, I hope you like orange syrup.” His attention moved to the entrance. Renata was there, carrying a tray containing a glass teapot filled with yellow liquid and several glasses.

“I like,” he replied while nodding.

Not replying, Renata immediately entered the room and placed the tray on the study table, because there was nowhere else.

“By the way what does your parents do?” finally Yogi could think of something to talk about.

“Dad is a manager in a private company, while Mom is a clothing designer. They often come home late, so I'm often alone at home.” Renata poured her a glass of syrup and gave it to her.

“But, it seems like you still spend a lot of time with them during the holidays,” he replied as he received the syrup.

Their attention was drawn to some picture frames on the nightstand.

“That's how it is, but they've been too busy lately.” Yogi sucks the contents of the glass, a little, then put the glass on the nightstand.

“Yeah, but they do that for you. I'm sure that they want the best for you.”

“Ya, I know it.” Renata sat down next to him.

Yogi turns his attention to Renata. I don't know what happened, but Renata did the same. Their eyes met, mouths locked, hearts pounding, and flowers bloomed. Warm light caresses the surface of the skin, permeates the soul, warms the succum.

The yogi was about to approach, but he turned away, hiding his face. When he peeked at Renata, the girl also did the same.