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Chapter 12 - About Feelings

Rain drops wet the earth again at night. Not so swift, just a spoiled drizzle. Eve that goes into the window of the room feels cold but quite comfortable. Moreover, the mind of Intan is not too filled with burdens. What is felt at this time is just a feeling of pleasure, comfort, and an occasional heart pounding. Who made Intan flutter? In fact, Intan's smile can't be faked, continuing to expand as her fingers dance on her beloved laptop.

“Devano.” Intan muttered the name of Devano.

Devanolah who is currently in the mind of Intan. Heart leaflet that from the afternoon Intan felt was evidence of the contents of the heart space, and the name that managed to fill it was Devano. Love is unexpected when it comes. Counting in just a few days, Intan had already lost to the charm of Devano. Whereas before this there was a span in annual time that made Intan and Devano unable to see each other. During that span also the journey of love Intan filled with twists and turns that lead to disappointment.

“It's about taste, the presence of which is very unusual. Sweet, that word deserves to represent it. The sweet taste is neither sugar nor honey nor sugar. Sweet that feels from the heart, due to the presence of a man who attended was able to color the days.” Intan read the results of typing it on a laptop screen with a face decorated with a meaningful smile.

Intan is not continuing the romantic chapter of the novel, but is trying to be honest about how she feels right now.

“Oh, Dev. Is it wrong if I keep this flavor?” Intan rubbed his face slowly.

Just a feeling of worry came. Suddenly that feeling Intan felt when he remembered one thing. About Devano, Intan has absolutely minimal info, either about his daily life or about his status.

“What if it turns out Devano already has a lover?” ask Intan to herself. “Ah. It doesn't seem to have, huh. The proof is Devano always teases me,” added Intan while convincing himself.

Intan's mind so wandering raises a variety of questions. However, her self-doubt soon dissipated when Intan recalled Devano's sweet attitude towards her. Intan believes Devano's attitude is not a joke. It would be very unpleasant if it was all just a joke, while Intan welcomed it with love.

“So far Devano makes me comfortable, although sometimes it also makes me feel bad.”

Again Intan's smile expands before it finally breaks down because of one throw of a paper ball that lands right on the back of the head. Without looking back, Intan already knows who did it.

“Miraaa!”

“Cieeee. Brother Intan smiled to himself. What part of the novel, huh? Strange chapter, huh? I'm aduin mom, here. Ib-... Hemmmmm!”

Intan nimbly silenced Mira's mouth, then closed the door of her room. After seeing Mira give up, then Intan released his hand.

“Kak Intan really same sister herself.” Mira pouting, screeching.

“You searched for first.” Intan is anxious, until the reflex pinches slowly nose pointed Mira.

“Solah itself the door of his room is not closed. So can you get it, deh.” Mira changes her facial expression, then approaches Intan. “Is there anything until Kak Intan smiles like that?” added Mira while raising her eyebrows.

Intan immediately crossed hands, glared at Mira with anxiety, then shook her head slowly. That means, Intan will not say anything in order to overcome the kepeloan of the younger brother who is often ignorant of him.

“Come, Brother. Stories!”

“No!”

At first Mira pouted and lowered her resignation, as if giving up on her brother's attitude. A moment later, Mira actually ran towards Intan's laptop and read the writing seen on the screen.

“It's about the taste, the presence of which …. Hahaha.”

Mira runs to the other side of the room while carrying Intan's laptop, then returns to reading the writing on the screen. This time Mira read it in her heart, not as loud as before. Mira's eyeballs move so quickly, that it is able to understand one paragraph that is visible on the screen.

“Nih, I give it back!” Mira decided not to read the whole thing.

“No manners!” tegur Intan took over her laptop again.

For a moment Intan and Mira were silent to each other. Intan still looks upset, while Mira is silent because she can feel what her brother is feeling.

Mira chose not to be ignorant anymore. He sat on the edge of the mattress while watching Intan who seemed busy deleting the typed file.

“Sorry, yes Brother.”

“Other times don't be like that, Mir. That's his name is not polite.”

That's Intan. He never gets angry too much even though the attitude of the little brother passes. There is always a stock of sorry for Mira, but the advice for her is never missed either.

“Kak Intan is in love, huh?” Mira really could not hide the contents of her mind.

“Do not lie, Brother. Be open to me once in a while. Mira is Kak Intan's younger sister, not a stranger.” Mira widens her smile.

Mira's words struck Intan's heart. During this time Intan was less open heart problems to his sister. Mira himself is always trying to find information so that it can be used as material to judge Intan. That's what Intan has been catching from Mira, a prank. However, this time what Intan felt was very different. Intan feels that Mira just wants to be close to him, as a useful sister and can be a place to share what is felt.

“Kak Intan does not believe in Mira, yes?”

Intan closed his laptop. His footsteps swayed closer to Mira. While lowering his ego, Intan sat next to Mira who looked serious, no longer there was a joke on his face.

“Sorry, Mir. Brother doesn't want to tell.”

“Tuh, right! Tell me if the sister doesn't believe in Mira. Afraid of Mira bucket, keep ngadu to mom, right?”

Actually Mira's sentence is still long, but immediately silenced by the glance of Intan which is not sharp but the meaning is so deep. In fact, Intan floated a glance while putting on a maximum smile.

“Iya. Brother is in love.” Finally, Intan chose to be honest with Mira.

“Serious, Brother?” Mira enthusiastic.

Intan nodded without fading a smile.

“At lastaaa. Brother Intan is in love again. I thought Kak Intan's heart was dead.” Mira looked relieved.

“Hussis. Indiscriminate by the way.”

“Who is he? Does Mira know?”

“Reclaration.”

As for the name, Intan still did not want to reveal it. Not because of shame, but Intan just not ready. Moreover, Intan also does not know his feelings will be together or just clap one hand.

“Ya already if you do not want to mention. Mira will know too. Mira's got a lot of ca- …. Aaaaau! Pain, Brother.” Mira protested because Intan touched her forehead.

“No need to overcook.”

In order to avoid further questions from Mira, Intan pulls Mira's hand slowly and takes her out of the room. It wasn't Mira's name if she gave up straight away. Before the bedroom door closes perfectly, Mira promises to find out who her brother loves.

Intan is alone in her room. His smile was again expanding. Heart of the Heart thumping melodious. Pause-jedug, become opium, although worry also comes once a time.

***

Routine continues. The day changed, passed by leaving many new stories. Intan is still giving private lessons at Yunia's house. After that there are always stories about him and Devano. In fact, Devano always drove Intan to the edge of the big road. There was always chatter and joking during those few days. Really, Intan's feelings are growing.

Tonight is Saturday night Sunday. Nights according to Intan are the same as other nights.

“Invitation.”

Intan remembered the invitation the other day. A mysterious invitation asking Intan to attend the Star Cafe at nine in the morning.

“Table 69 outdoor area. May the invitation not from a prankster,” prayer Intan.

Diamond's phone vibrated a long time ago, a sign someone was making a voice call. When looking at the screen, Intan only finds an unknown number. However, Intan did not pick up the phone. Intan waited until the owner of the number sent a short message, so Intan could make sure the phone that had just entered was not from the person who intended to give terror to him.

A minute passed, Intan's phone shook again. This time it was a brief vibration as a marker for a message, and the sender was the unknown number that Intan had just ignored. And ... it turns out the sender of the message is a person who is no stranger to Intan.

‘My match is off. I'll fight you back, Tan. Sandhi’

Connect ….