Denisa Rosaline

Dispute Taste

Aline glanced at her watch. "Still long enough," he said. Usually he will drop goods for a moment in the row of the last shaf of the musholla, but not for today. He was about to take a break this afternoon by enjoying the afternoon from the goods rooftop 20-30 minutes. His mind felt very mummified with many reports that he had to double check and recap again. Tired of consecutive overtime every day like this, but what a power, he is only a worker. The thought of stopping would really be considered after Dira came back later.

After making a cup of green matcha latte, Aline headed for her desk. Looking for a bottle of spray plants that he deliberately stored to water the flowers on the rooftop that look unkempt even though the flowers are given a beautiful pot, if maintained would be very beautiful. Aline poured water and mixed it with a legendary flavoring product. "Are there enough for all the plants above?" ask yourself while shaking the bottle so that the concoction is mixed evenly. Not without reason he mixes the legendary product, according to the Mbok, this herb can make plants fresh and fast flowering and of course he has proven it on the flowers in the house of Mother.

Aline again went to the stairs, climbing the stairs that number is not much. He clamped the spray bottle on his armpit to free his one hand to open the rooftop door handle. He looks very elegant, but he doesn't care. He walked leisurely, left the door half open, placed the cup on a wooden bench that had chipped the paint off, and began spraying his man-made fertilizer onto nearby plants while humming cheerfully. The girl did not realize that there was someone else there. The focus is only on plants.

A person who had been enjoying solitude in his favorite spot from the top of the A.C building began to be disturbed by the light humming of the female voice. He turned around to look for the source of the sound. Instead of being disturbed, he felt very happy when he saw who was watering the plants and humming beautifully. "Truly a loving girl" he thought.

Ethan enjoys the sight in plain sight. Put your hands in your pants pocket and lean against the wall of the building that is only as high as his waist. A small smile enjoyed the girl who was moving agilely fed the flowers. Staring at the back of the girl who was engrossed in her activities.

Waiting for how long it finally gets anxious on its own because the girl has not yet noticed around. Ethan cleared his throat to declare his existence there. Can't stand it is also considered non-existent. The girl suddenly fell silent and roared left right looking for the source of the sound.

"Hi.. long time no see," Ethan greets when the neutrals meet. He deliberately paused his sentence, giving the girl time to say hello.

"Oh. hi Brother. Here too?" Instead of giving an excuse, the girl instead gave a stale question sentence that did not need an answer at all.

Ethan just shrugged his shoulders in response. "I don't think you've been to this place since that day." Ethan continued his sentence referring to the day he posted the girl's silhouette on his social media site that sparked a netizen backlash. And again, the girl did not answer, just smiled briefly then turned back, continued her activities watering the flowers, but this time without a hum.

Ethan stared at the girl's silhouette, long, waiting wordlessly. Then turned around, turning away by looking frenziedly down there from the other side, muffling with disappointment as the question went unanswered.

It was long silent until the girl opened her voice. "I come here often, just don't see me. It seems like Brother often looks for me here?" By staying engrossed in watering the flowers, the girl tried to soften, breaking the atmosphere, after a long time both of them were silent, immersed in each other's thoughts, hoping to repel the increasingly awkward.

Ethan turned himself again facing a slender back that was still engrossed. She was happy that the girl was not keeping her distance.

"I missed you!" he said without hesitation, thrown away without him knowing, an honesty that comes from the heart, can not wait, or delay again.

Aline stopped her activities, pecked for a moment, finally deciding to turn to face the man who had been staring at her for some time. The girl was just silent, was digesting or was composing a word replying to her confession just now. Anywhere, Ethan doesn't care. The man just wanted to confess to the girl with the grey dashmina about the hot taste. Aline tried to ignore that undue expression of the heart. It was impossible because then he turned around and left the rooftop. Euuh, so not himself!

In his heart, Ethan realizes that his statement just now is very inappropriate, considering he is the husband of the person. But the urge to admit is very strong. It was only natural that the girl was confused and chose silence. It was clearly a doubt on her beautiful face. A bit of guilt slipped into the handsome man's heart, but he ignored it. Every now and then, he wants to be a selfish person. But the thought was soon he was tepis. It was heartless to make the girl dissolved in a sense that she herself knew was wrong.

Ethan then walks towards the old bench which he knows is the girl's favorite spot. Sit there and start sipping the drink that the girl brought without asking her first, hoping to get the response of the owner who is still at home.

"Hey, that's my drink, and I've also drunk a sip, ck..." Aline clucked dislikes without cue, spontaneous from the chest, forced to let his homemade drink enjoyed by others as he pleased. But how else, the man had even drunk without disgust from a glass of his former self. Being angry is useless. The girl could only pout.

"Hmmm, good." Ethan seems deaf to the nagging of the girl with pashmina. He raised the cup higher in honor. Aline instead gives a deathly glance in response that looks witty in the eyes of an Ethan, making him deduce a million volt smile of his, his, intent on flirting but the girl instead returned to continue the activities that paused while bending her face, upset by the actions of her former boss but did not blur the red tinge visible on her white smooth cheeks.

"Can I drink this every day?" asked the man later, still smacking a smile. Switching the conversation to a lighter topic, trying to erode the distance created.

"I think I was addicted even though I first drank it. Can I just order from here and get delivered to my desk every morning? This drink tastes better than the coffee I used to drink. There is also a baristas in the same building. It's good to save credit and data," he said.

Aline nodded, but she also smiled. A smile from the heart that hit his eyes. Make the man flower.

"I've been very busy lately." Only that short sentence was spoken later, but it could answer Ethan's entire curiosity. The sign of the woman was already wanted to be invited to talk about taste.

"I guess because of Aura's attitude you purposely avoided me. I only found out lately about what he did. Whereas last time, he roared claiming to lose to you. I'm sorry on his behalf. You can be angry with me because of him, but don't avoid me." The eagle immediately grabbed, pleading. Didn't want to lose the chance that the girl had opened the conversation. He must speak to the girl who still fills his heart even though he is married. Aura's frustration with her because she harbors undue feelings for the girl in front of her makes her act unexpectedly, Aura throws annoyance at this innocent girl. Honestly, Ethan had tried to open his heart, but Aura's mistake seemed to make his heart more closed.

"For what reason am I angry at Aura? I understand her feelings as a wife. What he says is also not true. I'm not at all what I'm accused of. So I don't want to get dizzy. Tired if everyone wants to be horrified."

"Yes, you're right."

"Yes, and I don't mean to avoid you either. Didn't I promise? I'm just too busy. Overtime has even become my routine," he said.

"Hhhh. You promised me not to do it." The man breathed a sigh. This girl knew she had special feelings for him, but pretended that there was nothing. Although it was at his request, Ethan still felt not to accept his love clapping one hand despite his condition which is not possible.

"Did the Eagle trouble you? As far as I know, the Eagle is not the type of boss who likes to overtime." Said concerned.

If this man wasn't married, maybe Aline would be so happy to get this little attention. But baby, reality is not as beautiful as hope. Instead of answering, Aline chose to affirm the boundary.

"I don't want to talk about anything. Everything is so clear, I hope you know the limits!"

Ethan was confused by the girl's words just now. His heart was turbulent but powerless to argue.

"For me, you're always special!" That was all he could say in the end. Ethan began to be powerless to control the vibrations of disappointment in his voice. Disappointed in himself and his circumstances.

"I know, thank you. You've said it many times!" Aline looked for the fragile netra, then smiled shadyly, understanding. "Your feelings for me are out of place, brother. Fight for your home. I know it's not easy, but it doesn't mean it's impossible. Then try. I'll pray for him" he continued.

Ethan stared at his net deep and long making the girl careless. But there was a sense left behind from their gaze. Aline chose to take her eyes off the handsome man in front of her. While Ethan is still at home staring at the girl who is reluctant to look at him. It is engrossed in an ignorant mind. Too late to meet them.

In the afternoon they spent in small talk about work, until at exactly 16:00 the girl's alarm sounded, indicating the afternoon break was over. Aline leaves the rooftop, and Ethan is overwhelmed with his love. Like a dispute, the taste in his chest completely paralyzed the soul. His heart was held captive to the girl with pashmina, while his body belonged to Aura, the wife his parents chose.

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