Fistfuls

Why Can You Be Here?

Gita breathed a long breath repeatedly, she had just escorted Indra to the usual room in the Papa while in this country. The activity of the two earlier did not cause anything that shook excessively, because he felt sorry when he saw Indra's face that was so pale, it seemed that the young man was still jet lag. Ah, no he must be a sapper, because this is the first trip to another continent.

The girl threw her body on the bed, staring at the ceiling of the room. Thinking about what purpose the young man had come to this place for? Any work? But it doesn't seem to be. Then what try? Gita confused herself thinking about the purpose of the young man coming to this place. Long enough he pensively, until realized when the worms in his stomach began to demo, it turns out he had not eaten dinner. Forced to rise from his sleep to the last room, where Indra was.

The girl also knocked on the door slowly, when the door opened saw Indra with a fresh face, the clothes she was wearing had changed. Ah, making his heart suddenly thump hard, being misbehaved, afraid if the young man heard his heartbeat.

"It hasn't been dinner yet, has it?" Indra nodded with a charming smile, "You want to eat here or outside?" ask the girl.

"Hem, come with you," the young man replied, he actually wanted to eat in the apartment, but hesitated when he would answer like that, afraid Gita wanted to eat outside.

"Jude, eat here aja Bang, I'm going to go out. But we eat potluck, nothing, right?" Gita is always lazy to eat out at night, because usually Hafidz cook for him, or deliberately buy outside to eat in the apartment.

"No problem" Indra replied following Gita's steps towards the kitchen.

"Hafidz usually comes home at what time?" ask the young man who does not know if Hafidz returned to Indonesia

"Lhoh? Bang Indra did not know, if Brother returned to his homeland?" indra's headband made Gita let out a long sigh.

"You guys," that's all the girl can say.

Somehow Indra felt the atmosphere in the kitchen became hotter, see sweat began to appear all over his body. Didn't expect that if they were just the two of them in this apartment, could he control himself not to do something that was certainly not desirable.

"Let me help you" the young man finally chose to offer to help, hoping that his mischievous thoughts would disappear.

"No need to bang, just fry the fish. Still have chili, so don't make any more." refused Gita, she deliberately avoided being close to the young man, because it was not healthy for his heart.

Finally Indra relented, she chose to sit at the dining table, which was indeed one with the kitchen. He watched the girl fry the fish, smiling as he watched the girl flip over the fish he was frying with a face that was deliberately covered by a teflon lid.

"Can't you?" tanyanya could not bear to see Gita like that.

"Well, just wait for me." Gita closed the teflon back with the cover she had to cover her face earlier.

Dinner if this feels different for both, if Gita feels awkward just eating alone with Indra, different from the young man, he so enjoyed the fried fish made by Gita. Ah errat, not made by the girl because Gita just fry it. The spice that made the fish so delicious was not the girl who concocted, but the brother. Already he expected, but it did not matter, because he could enjoy the food while occasionally stealing the look on the face of the girl sitting right in front of him.

"Not going to sleep, Bang? Is it jet lag?" asked Gita when she saw Indra out of the room, approached her who was fiddling with a laptop.

"Udah no, just a little dizzy," replied Indra. "And when I saw your sweet face, the dizziness in my head disappeared," he added, of course, only the heart spoke.

Gita was still wondering what exactly the young man's destination was to this country. But he did not want Indra to misunderstand, and finally chose silence.

"Busy huh?" ask the young man.

Gita shook her head and put down her laptop, because she was not busy, just emailed her team.

They chatted as usual, asking each other for news, until the night was late and the two decided to go into their respective rooms.

Although the chatter was only about the news and activities they did without alluding to the problem of equality, but the hearts of both were racing faster, making them a little overwhelmed to neutralize it.

"My time wasn't much, but why did it suddenly disappear when faced with him." Indra looks frustrated, the plan was not as smooth as he thought.

Even though the night was almost past midnight, Indra could not close her eyes at all, thinking about how to talk seriously with Gita, until the time before morning, she could only close her eyes. Finally, he woke up again and did not even find the girl of his heart, surely Gita had gone to work or to campus.

"I'm sorry Bang I stayed, but I had breakfast, right? I was in a hurry to go to campus, so just make fried rice," said Gita.

Indra nodded, "No problem, fried rice is also delicious," said Indra, "Moreover you make it special for me," and it comes from the voice of his heart.

"You don't work?"

"No Bang, somehow Lucy suddenly gave a week off, it felt weird. Even I was kicked out of the office" complained Gita.

Indra smiled and was very grateful with the girl named Lucy, surely the girl had guessed her arrival to this place.

"I want to talk, can it mean dong?" ask the young man.

"That's a bang, but we're talking on the balcony, let's be more seger." The gita moves first.

The balcony, which was spacious enough to relax, contained two chairs and a round table, seemed to be deliberately prepared to enjoy the sky from the fifteenth floor.

"You don't wonder why I'm here?" ask Indra when they both sit down.

Gita scowled, "Actually curious, but afraid that you might be offended," she replied honestly.

Indra laughed, "I guessed it, but you want to know why?" ask the young man again.

"Yes, but if you want to tell me, if it's nothing," Gita was curious but certainly did not want to force the young man to say the reason. It could be because of a job, or something else I don't know.

Indra suddenly pulled something out from behind the t-shirt she was wearing, making Gita frown and widen her eyes when she realized what had just been issued by Indra. Yes, blue-covered books, ah hopefully it just happens to be the same book. Pray in his heart, because he would be very embarrassed if the young man found his book and read everything.

"You must be familiar with this book, right?" indra's question made Gita's heart beat erratically, it turned out that his guess was wrong, the book was his. Ah, why now his face feels hot, imagine how if Indra read all the contents of the book, want to put where his face.

"I'm sorry I had to read it" Indra handed the book to Gita.

Gita was only able to shake her head, she was so nervous after finding out if the young man had read the book out.

"Is that feeling still the same as it used to be for me?" ask Indra.

Gita just looked down, not daring to look at the young man, "And you should know, the same feeling I feel, even today." Indra could see if the girl in front of him was surprised, but still with her face down.

"I'm sorry I realized all that after you were with that jerkkk doctor. If I had realized earlier, surely you wouldn't have gone this far, even your heart wouldn't have been hurt because of him," Indra continued to speak, ignoring Gita who kept her head down, because he knew the girl must have heard everything she said.

"A year ago, I went through a hard day, holding back my longing for you. Even every day always enter your room, hoping to miss this a little less, but it turns out I'm wrong, it's getting hotter." Indra looked at her glance, it turned out that Gita was still in the position as before, but she felt something strange, the girl was crying. He approached Gita, sitting on the floor with his two knees on.

"Why crying?" indra asked frantically, she was afraid of hurting this girl's feelings.

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