
"Yes, it's me. Hii? Alone again?" Without waiting for Airin's approval, Raka immediately sat down. His right hand, which had been carrying a cup of coffee, moved to put the butt of the cup on the table.
The man advanced his chair to make it more comfortable with the table in front of him. After that he sat quietly with a face that radiated happiness.
I don't know. Every Airin sees Raka. It was as if he had not found a single trace of suffering in the face of the man.
"Is this a coincidence again?" Airin guessed with a smiley face, even one eyebrow raised.
Raka smiled wider. Airin who saw it was instantly made to turn her face away, "It seems so, Rin. I was sitting there." Raka pointed at the corner seat on the left and Airin followed the direction of Raka's index.
"Well I saw you came with a woman. I thought that you two would sit together, but the old lady left instead. I finally decided to accompany you."
As usual, Raka spoke with full expression and it certainly immediately made Airin laugh.
Honestly, for Airin there is nothing more ridiculous than Raka. However, even though it looks funny, somehow Raka's good looks do not fade. Even when he told the story, the light of happiness that emanated on the man's face actually increased the level of good looks.
That dimple of his cheek can definitely make any woman fall in love. No exception, Airin and that's why the woman always turned her face away.
"Raka, Raka." With his head shaking in disbelief, Airin said the woman's voice began to turn into laughter.
Raka suddenly rounded her eyes. Honestly, the man was not being funny, but somehow the woman in front of him laughed.
"Is there anything funny?" asked Raka with a puzzled expression.
Airin shook his head and the sound of the woman's laughter grew increasingly broken, "No, tap-astaghfirullah. Your face is, Ka."
Airin was speechless, as the woman could no longer hold back her laughing voice. Raka who heard this woman in front of him nudged a word, face.
Raka certainly immediately back his face, "mukaku? Yes, my face is handsome, isn't it?" Whether you can feel confident from where, Raka said. He even made a cool facial expression.
Airin muffled his laughter, "Yes, you're handsome, but I don't do it yet." Raka chuckled and the man subconsciously reached out and he suddenly pinched Airin's nose.
"You're so adorable." Raka praised her still unconscious.
Temporarily, Airin. The woman was silent, "Raka, what are you doing?" airin asked with a sharp eye.
"What am I doing?" Instead of answering, the man parroted with a face that Baisa still looked, but a second later he fell silent, "Yes, what am I doing?" Raka repeated the question, but now he looked at the hand he had used to pinch his nose, Airin.
***
The night is approaching and Adhan Isa has been from a few minutes ago stopped reverberating. At home, Airin, now the woman is sitting on the sofa of her husband's office.
She is now accompanying the husband who turns out to be overtime, "Mas, need more coffee?" airin asked, raising his head so he could see Julian sitting behind his desk.
Julian who heard the words of his wife Han was indifferent. He prefers to concern himself with a laptop and some stacks of cooperation files that he should check.
The ignored airin shakes the shoulders. Now the man is neat with sleepwear and certainly without hijab.
You should know too. Airin's nightgown wasn't a dress, but a t-shirt with a small bear's head and it was in line with her shirt. That's one set.
"Yes already," the woman murmured indifferently. Airin moved to put his body to sleep on the long sofa that was there.
His long black hair he intentionally let it scrape to the floor.
The woman had no intention of sleeping. She must be awake like her husband. Married to Julian from the beginning. Airin had been given advice that she should not sleep before her husband went to bed.
"Mas, my data package is out." Airin squeaked again and Julian didn't budge.
The woman bit her lower lip. Though he wants to open Instagram to busy himself, so as not to get bored and sleepy.
"One to ten."
Airin slightly raised her body to look at her husband who had squeaked, "One to ten?" paro Airin who seemed confused and did not understand the meaning of her husband's words.
However, a second later he smiled, "Let's go, Mas." With a big smile, Airin thanked him, because the man who was always cold and always disliked it, gave him a WiFi password.
"Want me to make coffee for the rent?" Julian kicked the table hard and it managed to make Airin slightly jerk in shock.
"I've given you internet access. So shut up and do what you want to do. If you need to go out and not here!" With a sigh Julian spoke.
Airin was silent. The woman went back to sleep and she did not want to squeak anymore. It means well. He wanted to make coffee, even though there was already a cup on the table that still reflected hot steam.
Julian who had not heard the sound, Airin heaved a sigh of relief. The man refocused on his work.
While Airin. The woman started playing with her phone. He opened the chat application when he found a notification of incoming messages from Raka.
Airin giggles when it turns out Raka sent him a funny video. The fear he had felt immediately evaporated in place of happiness.
The woman moved typing a reply message. His mouth did not stop giggling. Julian who heard the sound of a small laugh glanced towards the sofa.
He saw Airin smiling with happiness, beautiful, but the man remained indifferent. He calmed down a little because the wreckage would not bother him.
A few minutes had passed and inexplicably, Julian felt a little lonely. He glanced back, Airin.
Julian saw the woman was still not asleep, but somehow tonight she didn't talk much like the nights before.
Yet again, Julian did not care about it. He refocused on his laptop screen, but somehow his eyes always wanted to glance in the direction, Airin.
"Collapse!" Julian called out with a slightly firm tone.
Airin, who is called by his special name, moves to rise from his sleep, "What's up, Mas? I don't think I'm doing anything disturbing." Airin was confused because suddenly the husband called her and this was not as usual.
"Leave that phone and go make me coffee now!"
Without refuting, Airin nodded his head. He put his cell phone on a small table, which was in the middle of a circular sofa and after that he ran away out of the study.
As the wife left, Julian moved up from his chair. The man walked over to a small table in the middle of the sofa. He was curious about what Airin was doing so much that she didn't say much tonight.
Julian grabs the phone and the man turns on the screen, "Raka?" muttered the man when he saw the incoming chat notification from a contact named Raka.
...T.B.C...
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