Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life

Eat Together

"Find me a meal, Ly??" take Dimas while yelling at me. We were being motorized at this time, until his voice almost sounded faintly swept by the very intense wind tempting us.

"Yeah mass, "I answered.

"What do you want Lyra to eat??" ask again.

"Anything is."

Mas Dimas marginalized his motor in a foodcourt in a Gasoline Pom complex that looks very comfortable and clean.

"I'll go with whatever food you choose Lyra," he said, who was right next to me, leaving his bike with the other bikes lined up pretty there.

"But I don't know what food you like."

"Whatever your choice must be eating out," he said again while again giving a smile to me.

The flash of the clock on my phone shows at 16:48

"Oh yes, I'm in a bad mood" I said as I crossed my Ashar worship as my eyes fell on the large mosque in front of us.

"Yes, we go to the mosque first Ly," Mas Dimas said.

"I'm not praying ...."

"Oh okay, sorry." Moments later Dimas knew what I meant.

"I will wait there, yes" I said, pointing to a park bench on the edge of the mosque.

"Okay, can you please hold Ly's jacket!"

"yes mas," and Dimas's jacket instantly moved in my arms.

In my heart, all of this is not real to me. Mas Dimas who a few days ago became something that was very far away and felt just my wish, now very close to me.

The man with wet hair had been standing next to me for some time.

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"Honestly were you angry yesterday when you didn't get your message Ly?" he asked as he continued to wander through all parts of my face with his eyes.

I smiled at her hearing her question.

"Ly overslept last night, when the morning was busy to go to work again," he said without stopping to look at me who was sitting in front of him.

Ohh, even though I worked all day I kept thinking bad about him. Sorry Dimas, my inner.

"Ly, you always concentrate when you work" he said.

"Mas Dimas, does he know about the problem of me forgetting to put the label???" I looked with a surprised look at him.

"Did you know in the line earlier I ..." I just want to say already cut off again with the sentence.

"Your stage in the line is very influential, Mas does not want to someday be forced to nag you if there are mistakes you make," he said seriously.

I answered with a nod of my head. I understand the meaning.

"Why didn't you nag me if you knew I was doing something wrong?" I was panicked to ask with my innocent face.

"Karna mas see the problem has been solved, and again your innocent face is Mas can not be angry to see it," he said again with a smile at me.

"Do I look like a plain little girl?" ask me with curious eyes while pursing my lips.

"Not Lyra, your face is so adorable in panic," she smiled seductively again.

"How old are you, Ly??"

"19," I answered.

"I'm 24, I'm so old huh?" he added.

Our conversation stopped as a waiter escorted our order fried rice.

"Come, eat dlu!! later we continue to talk," said mas Dimas.

While eating the food Dimas' eyes did not stop looking at me.

I who have since felt a heartbeat that beats not because trying to calm down so that my panic attacks do not appear.

My spoon suddenly fell. Mas Dimas poked at me another spoon. And after my 1 feed, my spoon fell again. Mas Dimas who noticed my panic/grogyny appeared suddenly stopped his meal and held onto my finger, "Look at Mas Lyra's eyes, you are distracted by Mas's gaze?"

I'm nodding.

"Mas wants you to get used to the gaze of the mas," he said with a solemn look.

"Can't do it" I replied.

"Have you been this way so often? or is it just your gaze that makes you this way??" again, I wonder if I want to know.

I racked my brain "It looks like it's just Dimas who made me this way," it's a shame if I reveal to Dimas that he's the only one who can touch my heart. Because all this time I've only been busiest with my family and school.

I just kept quiet not answering.

"So it's just me who made you this way?" I asked as if I knew my brain.

"Akupun nodded," lowered his head to cover the hue of my face that must have been flushed red in sight by him.

It appears that Dimas was standing, changing his sitting position beside me.

"Now you can eat without seeing Mas's face in front of you Lyra," he said again seeing the freshly reduced fried rice slightly on my plate.

After eating, Dimas' cell phone rang.

"Where are you, Dimas? from kmarin, my mother told me that Frista and her family ran out of magrib later to go home. This is not even a sample, let's go home!! I'm waiting at home!!!" said a middle-aged woman with breath gasping to speak to mas Dimas.

"yes ma'am, I'm going home ...."

Mas Dimas immediately put his phone back in his pocket.

I saw that he was silent, his gaze empty.

I also saw his right hand clenched onto the table looked once the phone was very disturbing.

"What's wrong?" I asked what happened to him.

"I have to go home soon" he replied flatly.

"Is there a problem?" my many more stamped.

"It's nothing" he answered with a forced smile on me.

"Klo is in a hurry, I can go home alone Mas," said I do not want to be a burden.

"Mas will take you home Lyra, you just 2 bln in Bekasi right? How wicked is it that He has left you alone in a place you have not yet fully memorized."

We got up from our seats.

Mas Dimas immediately took his motorcycle to drive me home.

"Thank you for today Ly" he said before passing.

For some reason I feel like there's something Mas Dimas is hiding, he looks different after the phone call.

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