Frisson

Balconies

Hanen let Zia chat with her siblings on the second floor. He himself joined the others in the living room. Because there was also Rara, her sister, so she had nothing to worry about. He could rely on Rara to accompany Zia.

"Sometimes we go to Zia's sister's house, Rara's sister," said Hanen's brother who is still in high school.

"Yes. I'm taking you guys, but don't forget ...." Everyone looks at Rara. Zia glances. "Must bring gifts for Zia's sister" Rara recalled to them.

"OKAY. Sure. Sure. Don't worry." They put the index finger and thumb together to form OK.

"Hey, there's no need. If you want to come, come. Rara was weird," Zia said as she patted Rara's thigh in front of her in a fit of anxiety. The sister-in-law laughed. They again chatted on the balcony of the lounge on the top floor. Sit together on the couch. The room is a little isolated because it is aloof. Separated by the hustle and bustle of the parents downstairs. With a balcony outside and a beautiful garden view behind this large house.

"Sister Rara, we're taking photos at the park yuk. Make a status post on my social media, "please ask the girl.

"I think you've been taking pictures since then" said Rara, squinting. Because from the beginning this girl has been snapping here and there.

"Yes, but still less. I posted that earlier. Change somewhere else dong." Others agreed with the girl. Rara sighed.

"Foolah. Let's go to the park." Rara agreed. Everyone stood up and headed for the park. Actually Zia was not interested, but there was no way she would refuse. That doesn't seem friendly. Finally he went down. Up downstairs, Zia remembered something.

"Wait, Ra." Zia stopped her steps. Followed by the girls in front who finally stopped and looked back.

"What's up, brother?"

"It looks like my phone is missing." Zia looked into her clucth bag. Because the size of this bag is not too big, it is easy for Zia to immediately be sure that what she is carrying is not there.

"At the top there?" asked Rara while pointing.

"Yes." Yeah." Zia nodded weakly.

"Let's take it," asked Rara.

"No." Zia held Rara's body. "You don't have to go upstairs. Let me go upstairs myself to take it. You all go to the park first. I'll catch up." Zia liked this idea. Count to reduce the duration of activities that Zia likes less with them.

"All right then." Rara agrees.

"Fast to follow ya, Brother." Their voices slowly sank as they moved away from Zia.

"Yes." Yeah." Zia smiled letting go of them. After they left, Zia went back inside the house. Arriving under the stairs, Zia stopped while staring at the stairs. "Hc ... It's exhausting, but it has to be taken." Zia had to climb the stairs again. With the high heel he wore, his legs were quite hard at work to go up to the second floor after it was up there.

Zia's hands searched on the sidelines of the sofa in the room. But he found nothing. Yeah, they got out. Take a picture and sit on the couch. His feet stepped towards the door towards the balcony. Zia was astonished that the door had opened a little. As Zia remembered, this door was closed by the girls.

"Hi, Zia," said someone to Zia's surprise. When he looked up he found a man. It's Gara. He had not expected to meet her when they had not been able to meet her since. After their first meeting in the dining room, this man was nowhere to be seen.

The man was leaning against the balcony railing. Zia's legs stopped. Along with his chest that began to thump. It turns out that Zia's debaran is not gone. Still same. It felt even firmer on appeal when they were together.

"Hi," said Zia flat. Zia's head turned towards the right. To the beautiful back garden.

I heard the frenzy of the girls. That's the sound of Rara and the others taking selfies below. If it was from the walls of the lounge and the sofa, the person below would not be able to see what was up here. The balcony fence wall is made rather high. The person on the balcony also needs to approach the wall of the fence to be able to see the person below.

Although his head was not lowered, his eyeballs looked down. Not not wanting to look at Gara, but trying not to look at her. Trying to evade.

"You're looking for something, Zi?" ask Gara who might have seen Zia confused since. This man's voice sounded a little strange. Slow and slow. It seemed like he felt the same feeling.

"Yes. My phone," Zia replied as she glanced at Gara, then looked the other way again. He did not dare to look at this man for too long. No. gabe.

"You left it here?" Zia looked ahead. Without looking at this man's face. He pointed at the sofa and the fence where he stood.

"Yes. I guess." As Zia remembers it. Because he had been accompanying the girls for a long time here. After answering, Zia chose to move her legs towards the sofa near Gara. He doesn't have to stop looking for his phone because there's Gara here. He had to keep looking and get down. Don't linger in this place.

Zia's hand managed to find her phone tucked between the sofa. Then step foot intending to go in and down immediately.

"Don't ask me how are you, Zi?" ask Gara surprise. This man not only asked, but asked. Gara begged Zia to ask her how she was doing. Zia's legs stopped. Breathe and turn the body.

"How are you, Ga?" Finally Zia chose to grant Gara's request. His eyes looked straight at Gara. He wants to finish the conversation quickly. From this gaze Zia knew that the middle Gara was not in a normal state. My eyes indicate this man is a little drunk.

"I'm good."

"Thank God." Zia answered briefly.

"If I hadn't asked, you wouldn't have done it."

Zia breathed a heavy sigh. "sorry. I just feel like you're looking good, so I don't have to ask. I also ..."

"I understand." Because she cut out Zia's sentence. "You're afraid Hanen is weird-minded when we seem to be chatting, but I feel that's a little cruel to me. You shouldn't have to be cold to me. It's just a greeting."

Zia swallowed her own saliva hearing Gara's words.

Cruel? I am cruel. Very violent. So don't look at me warmly. I don't deserve that.