Flavor Anomaly

Part 17 Angga shoot me, dong

It was late in the afternoon, Angga drove me home because I was still not fully healthy. My face still looks pale, even though I've washed a little lipstick when I was leaving earlier. The problem with Idham is over. It was a relief, because in the end he wouldn't bother me anymore. This wound also gradually recovered, still imprinting, but slowly I was able to accept it. The man in front of me is what makes it better. He who I'm holding now, riding a matic motorbike by penetrating the streets of Bandung which is quite dense. The sky was getting dark, but only a few minutes ago we still saw a red tinge up there. The weather is uncertain. The cold started to enter my body. Makes me slightly hold back the cold as the wind starts to blow fiercely. Moreover, because we were on the iron horse Angga. I tightened my embrace. And he doesn't comment much.

"I take a shower, yes" I said as soon as I got home. He nodded and came down, then went inside. Nova hasn't come home yet, he's been outside a lot, not like me. "If you want to drink, take it yourself, yes" I cried from the bathroom. I heard the sound of cups and spoons clashing against each other, then the stove that was also lit. It looks like Angga is making coffee. And the sound of rain was now starting to sound from within. Quite swift, with a lightning rhythm and lightning rays that are quite typical and always collaborate with compact and slick.

After the shower, I rolled up my wet hair with a towel. Sweeping around, looking for the existence of Angga who is now like lost in the earth. Apparently Angga is not in the kitchen anymore. "Where is this guy?" I murmured with the question I was asking myself of course. While drying my wet hair, I looked for the whereabouts of Angga, and apparently I saw him in my room. I turned on my laptop and started to hear music from there.

"Have you made coffee?" ask me to glance at the nightstand with two cups that still reflect the heat. Coffee and tea. That tea must be for me. Angga nodded then laid himself on the bed. His hands rested under his head, staring at the ceiling of the room. "The tea was drunk first. Cold, right?" ask her, then take the mobile phone that she keeps in her pants pocket. He began surfing in cyberspace, his fingers began to cunningly type the row of the keyboard.

"Lumayan," I said, grabbing my cup of tea. Inhaling the aroma while sitting on the edge of the bed covered with sheets with a keropi motif that I have never changed since I first came.

"No, I should have taken a shower, yes, Cha," he glanced at me with a flirtatious look.

"Basic! Bawdy!" I glanced at him sharply. The tea began to sip slowly and was able to keep me fresh again. The cold also seemed to come out just like that. The lightning keeps blaring out there. As if showing won't stop the action. Bandung is often raining lately, making the atmosphere colder and make reluctant to turn away from the blanket.

"Let's not be cold. Here you are, sleep. It still hurts," he said, patting the mattress, on the side. Cup I put back on the side nightstand. Fixing my hair that was still half wet, then sleeping next to Angga with his hands that were also under my head.

"Angga ...," call me in a slightly spoiled tone. Our Netra stared at the ceiling of the room, with each other's thoughts. The smell of his body smelled to the base of my nose. It smells great and I like it.

"What?" his mouth was flat, he tilted his body and made us face to face. His hands were coiled around my waist and automatically our faces were very close. To the extent that I was able to feel her breath shake my already slightly dry hair child.

"You were yesterday what the hell, the same Mulu Dance? You guys deck it out, tumben?" ask me by trying to neutralize feelings so as not to look upset or jealous. Because surely he will be flocking with all ridicule. Especially now that his left hand was starting to stroke the tip of my head, gently. Huh, it's so calming. Damnit damnit!

"Yesterday it was just him. A few times I used to take him. Doni didn't come in yesterday for a few days, did he? So, yes, deket," explained Angga.

"But you are aware of it? if he's stuck with me because you guys are doing that?" I was lagging, not accepting the explanation.

"The name is people need help. And just so happened to be helping." Angga is still relaxed, although I gradually began to raise the tone of speech.

"Be careful, you will be used. You don't know, do you, how Dance really is."

"It's okay to use. Mother also said, should not we humans be useful to others?" Angga started scratching his head which definitely did not itch. He knew I must be upset. If it continues, there will be a fight.

"Damn! Jago ngeles, wear the mother again, "cited me while pinching her waist.

The goose grimaced in pain, not holding my hand or dodging. But he instead changed his position back on his back. My body automatically adjusts, and now I'm sleeping on his chest. This way I can hear his heartbeat. My hands began to curl tightly around Angga's waist.

"Yes, shoot dong. So committed. Let's prioritize you!" force me with whining of course. Angga held my head with both hands, looked at me seriously, our faces facing each other, very close. "Cha, do you want to be shot in this state?"

"Gee! Not because of the moment and the place, but who declared it! Anyway, forgot? We slept together that time?! And I'm comfortable, right?"

"But, Cha ... was afraid of the khilaf," he said.

"Relange ...." I was whining more like a child.

Angga took a deep breath, looked the other way and then looked back at me. "Cha, confused by her words, knows I'm not romantic and serious. But in my heart it is serious."

I did not answer, and continued to look at him expectantly. Hope this will be the most memorable and happy moment. The moment where Angga will express his feelings and establish a commitment with me that I have dreamed of for a long time. My heart rhythm was getting more erratic, my breathing was also getting heavier, waiting for him, waiting for this moment. A single breath from him made my blood rustle. Now I no longer sleep on his chest, but lie on my stomach, waiting for an answer from him.

"Cha .. yuk's courtship!" And finally that sentence came out of his mouth. Damn it!

Plaque! I smacked his chest and whined, "Well, how can I play anyway?!" Angga biting lips, holding back laughter. "OK .. okay. Seriously this!" said again.

'Shoot it hard. Feels like to be proposed to me.' I murmured in my heart.

"cha ... Want to, right, be my girlfriend in times of hardship or grief?" asked Angga with a serious look. There was not the slightest doubt in the glare of his eyes that blocked those glasses. I didn't answer, because I still don't believe in the reality in front of me right now. We've been very close for a few months now, even if people look at us for sure we're dating, but there's been no commitment between us in the past. But now ... another. Women need clarity in their relationships, right? Especially if there is no commitment, Angga will be easier to get close to other women, and I certainly do not have the right to be angry. And I ended up hurting myself.

"That's a damn thing," I cried as I carved a smile on my lips.

"Alhamdulillah. Acceptable. Well because it's just so, how about our first activity is steady-eating?" ask her by twisting one eye.

"Easter!" my screams. Angga laughed and hugged me tightly.

Today, we have established a relationship. And this afternoon, with rain and lightning outside, Angga and I just spent some time in the room, listening to music and talking. Every now and then, he would come back to piss me off at his behavior, blurting out words that would make me angry, but once I got emotional, he would have persuaded me back and made me forget about my emotions. It all just flows.

This is what I like about him. With Angga, I can be anything I want to be. He can be my debate friend, he can be my enemy by teasing and insulting each other, he can be my confiding place, he can also be a sweet person, he can be a sweet person, issuing romantic sentences that only occasionally he said, although in the end will be pushed back with annoying sentences and back irritate me, he is also insightful, and able to be a suitable sharing place. I was lucky to know him and be close to him.

I'm now stuck feeling that's just for you. Feelings that are deeper and more united. My world is back in color, and I laugh more and more because of you. But I also need tears, because after that you always offer me a special hug. Even when everyone makes me sad and sad, you can make me back to being okay. You are my healing and my happy source.