Chasing the Love of Nadira

Kiss.

Tok Tok's. The sound of the door being knocked. The owner of the room immediately ran small. Faint footsteps were heard by Viola's ears.

He was nervous. There were a lot of words in his brain. As soon as possible string the right sentence, to say it later. He did facial exercises that should be done when he woke up. Well. He felt it was enough to help him to be more relaxed and natural.

Clamps. The door in front of him was already slightly open.

He knitted his eyebrows together, "You?" Nadira asked as Viola's face appeared in front of her, as the door opened.

He smiled off. Unleashing the anxiety that had previously occupied him. He thought, if the door is not opened. Then it will end today too.

"Yes. It's me." It's me." Viola's smile slowly faded, following her voice.

He's still stuck there. Looking at that smiling face, from the door that opened slightly.

Why this girl again. I regret it, I thought he was Arka. Make a few eyes!

"Can I come in? I have something to talk to you about." Viola showed his sincerity. He really wants to be better. I hope the girl accepts him to come inside. Really am. He continued to pray in his little heart.

Nadira felt the honesty of the girl. There is something to be done between the two. It could also clear his misunderstanding with Arkana.

"Yes. Please! I also felt so," the door he pulled open wide. Viola's steps immediately entered the room. The door was closed by Nadira.

There were two brown sofas, with a round table between them. Viola's body was already sitting on the sofa, before the owner of the room asked. Although it is not the villa, but Nadira also has the right to the room. Because Nadira is occupying it now.

Those eyes stared hard. Look at the girl sitting on the sofa.

"Why?" Viola's voice came out, due to the gaze that was not wearing it. "Do I have to sit on the floor?" He pointed one finger down there.

Nadira walked up to the sofa, then dropped his ass there. Huh. She had a faint smile on the tip of her lips.

"If you want to. Can be! Please." His tone sounded very friendly. It was as if he was telling the girl to do it.

Those eyes are squeaking. He did not think, if the girl really asked him to sit on the floor.

He really fits with Brother Arka. Equally gesrek. Bummer. Ruggedly.

The body is shuffled. He felt as his body descended and sat on the floor. Then his pride also went down with him.

I became concerned about myself. A doctor like me has to sit on the floor. Just to explain the misunderstanding. Omame.

The pair of eyes looked at Viola's extremely frustrated face. Nadira chuckles. Then move off the sofa. He sat cross-legged on the floor. "Now. What the hell are you talking about?"

He would not teach that much, letting someone sit down, while he sat on the couch. He became thinking. Maybe the girl felt very guilty. Until I follow her joke just now.

Viola stunned. Staring in awe, towards the girl next to him.

I'm mistaken. He's not as bad as I thought. I'm starting to like.

There was no faint smile on Viola's face.

"I want to explain what you heard from inside Arka's room at that time." Viola. He was determined to start the conversation.

"Emm," he's so relaxed. Think of it slowly as a gesture, for Viola to continue with his words.

"Actually I'm not Arka's girlfriend. That day I was a prankster, because I wanted to know. You're either her boyfriend or not."

Continues. So replied Nadira by sticking his elbow into the thigh. He clenched his hand, then taped to the face of the left cheek, to support his head.

The lips are pursed.  "Yes, I'm just curious about the relationship between you two. Because" he paused his speech. Looking towards the door. He was afraid that someone would steal their talk from out there.

Face turned. Look in the same direction as Viola.

In a soft voice, the girl asked Nadira.

"Your door is key?" "Yes." Yeah."

The faces of the two looked at the same time. Look at each other's faces.

"Why?" Nadira asked, feeling confused by the attitude of the girl.

He felt that girl was getting weird. "Because what?" He recalled the sentence paused by Viola.

"Because, you're the first girl she's got." "Me?" Sarkas Nadira, pointing his index finger at himself.

"Yes.." replied Viola with a slow nod several times. He tried to convince Nadira.

Huh. Long breaths were crushed coarsely. He felt that Viola's words were not true. "You sure?" "He's a jerk. At best, he's got a lot of girlfriends out there."

NO. The index point is pointed up, then moved right to left. "You're wrong. Arka's sister doesn't like that." "Booking!" Sarkas Nadira doesn't believe it.

"Right," Viola was very sure of that. He knows very well the love story of Arkana. The man never fell in love at all. In his brain there was work. Workings. And work.

"She's a cuek abis same chick. You could say that she's 'anti girl'. That's why Aunt Elisha is always the soul mate of Kak Arka. From the models, actresses, teachers, even crossbred girls. Everything he refused."

He was stunned by that reality. "Aunt Elisa." "The mother is Arka's sister" Viola replied quickly.

"You're the only girl who can handle him." Viola Imbuh.

Nadira. The lips were raised slightly to the left corner. "You're alone, and a girl." He felt it was just a joke made as if it were real.

He took a long breath. He has never been this frustrated, when advising his patients at the Hospital.  "He is different. I've been like my own brother in the eyes of Brother Arka. SAME with you!"

He rolled his eyeballs. "yeah. Who knows, from sister to boyfriend. You diem-diem likes him."

"Amit-amit. I'm not like him. I have a boyfriend!" The Viola sarcasm felt furious.

He leaned his body forward, "Arkana?" So close to Nadira.

Viola widened his eyes.

"Yes not that. My boyfriend is more handsome, better and more attentive. Not like Arka's sister the GALAK."

Nadira piqued her lips. He still could not believe the words of the girl in front of him. He still remembers very well the voice of****** that he heard at that time. And Viola's words haven't made him believe.

He caught Nadira's wrist. "Let's come with me."

***

In the tv room. Arkana, Surya and Beni were sitting on the sofa. Surya turned on the tv to break the silence between them. Because, from earlier these three people were only busy with their respective phones.

Solar presses remote button. He was looking for a good show to watch. "Eh. That's that." Beni's voice stopped Surya's finger to press the button again.

The lips welcomed each other. Hispanic and*******that feels very good.

Woaha. Three busy people stopped their activities. Looking at the television screen that was showing a kiss scene.

Tap tap tap tap.

The roar of extremely tight footsteps, was no longer heard by their ears. Their eyes were still focused on the kiss scene.

Viola immediately approached Beni. He stood in front of his girlfriend who was sitting on the sofa. His body bent down, to reach out to Beni's face. He caught Beni's face. Then put their lips together.

This kiss feels real. I just found out if watching kissing scenes on tv, it can increase someone's hallucinations.

Deg. Beni's eyes widened, as she realized Viola's face was already in front of her.

He stopped his activities. Take off Beni's face. And get back up properly.

Nadira stood in the back. A little far from the couch. He's stunned. Mouth pawing. Surprised by the activities Viola had just done.

"Where? Do you believe it, now?" Those eyes were looking seriously at Nadira.

He smiled thinly. "Yes. I believe," his body turned. Nadira left the tv room and the people there.

Huh. Viola blew a rough breath. Dropped his body onto the couch. "I didn't think. He just believed it this way."

The three men chuckled at Viola's manner. Unnoticed. Arkana was also relieved now.