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Piece of Sandwich

Renjana Kanya's

Araz was actually already standing at the door of my apartment before 08:00 in the morning. The man looked at me with a surprised look when he saw me still wearing my baby doll. While I also haven't had time to do the hair that is still wet after bathing.

Inevitably I opened the door when he gave word through a short message if it was in front of my apartment. Araz looks relaxed, but still fresh wrapped in a gray polo shirt and black jeans. Her hair was left disheveled which made her look younger than her actual age. Even the wrinkle at the end of his eyes as he smiled, making him so similar to that Train to Busan player.

"Good morning, Kanya. Ready yet?"

Araz's question was just I replied with a grin and opened the door wider.

"Get in first, Mas, I haven't finished getting my hair. It's still 07.45 this time" I said, letting the man in.

It was impossible to make him wait at the door, while I still needed at least another fifteen minutes to do my hair. Not to mention the mix and match outfit that fits the theme that is determined by LF for this social service event. Grey and black. My favorite color is two colors besides white.

Araz looked hesitant before finally following me from behind. It's not like playing to a girl's place before. But if you hear the story of Mas Hanung about the origin of the nickname Aldo, it could be that he never played into the house of women.

"I said the mornings are getting better, but relax anyway. The show starts at 09:00. Not far from here either."

"Hehe.. sori ya Mas, so wait. Just relax first if that is so, do not hesitate. I won't be long. Counting the exercises, let's fit have a girl not surprised waiting for them andand."

"Women love long, don't they dance?" araz looked serious when he asked. I just raised my eyebrows.

"It's not Mas Araz who knows best? La Femmes is also not separated from fashion and modeling."

"Yes, but I don't want to bother about that. More interested in the arts and culture, "Elak Araz made me smile.

"Fashion' will also include Mas art," I said.

"There's more to me than that." Araz grinned and made his narrow eyes closed. The more I noticed the man was so similar to Gong Yoo.

What dream did I have last night, early in the morning, already have sustenance smile without artificial sweeteners? Eh? Oh, my God, what the hell am I thinking.

"Udahlah, it's getting longer if we debate now. Just relax first. Promise won't take long" I said, distracting myself. I don't want the man to know, if I secretly admire him in my heart.

Araz just smiled and noticed the minimalist living room shades of gray and black which also serves as a place to watch TV. At once directly adjacent to the kitchen and dining room which of course minimal furniture. I'm not a typical person who likes to cook.

The man sat on the sofa facing directly to the balcony. Seemed interested to pay attention to the room divider filled with piles of books and novels collection me. Also mini-columns lined up on the walls and bookshelves. In the corner between the divider of the living room and the kitchen, I put a nine-finger flower pot that was also not separated from Araz's observation. A little gives the impression of being beautiful in a room that looks masculine rather than feminine.

"It's safe to stay here" Araz said before I stepped into the kitchen.

"Not so big as Mas Araz loh, how can you say that it's comfortable here?"

"Not a broad thing or not His, but the arrangement of space. Though tiny, but make it at home."

My apartment type is not as luxurious as Araz's which has enough space. His movement space is limited as well. But the man seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere in my apartment.

"What's Mas Araz gonna drink?"

"No coffee? If there is, can I make it myself? Let's get ready."

"There's. There is bread too. Who knows if I'd make a sandwich. The material is also in the refrigerator, if it still hasn't withered."

"Jeez, this child turns out to be nyebelin too if you already know. Not very polite, guests are told to make breakfast." Araz was already standing next to me and ruffling my hair. I laughed at the man's grunts. "Yes, get ready. I'll make breakfast."

"Mas Araz promised you I'd eat three meals a day if I wanted to be a teammate."

"Yes, yes, I made you a pitcher."

"The material is in the refrigerator. I hope it hasn't withered yet" I said with a laugh as I stepped into the room.

I have to quickly finish my routine if I don't want to make Araz wait a long time. In addition, I feel evil because it has made people wait and forced to prepare breakfast anyway. If the father knows the behavior of his son like this, it is certain that he will give tausiyah to make me realize where my fault lies. The man who teaches first love will not let his son use others to satisfy his own selfishness.

"Where do you keep your coffee?" yelled Araz from the kitchen. Wake me up if there's still anything I need to finish.

"There's on top shelf Mas."

"Okay, I've met. Breakfast was just a little bit more so. You want coffee, too?"

"Yes, yeah." After weighing up I agreed to Araz's question.

"okay."

I smiled unbeknownst to the man and resumed my delayed activities.

***

Breakfast was at the dinner table when I finished dressing up. Um, not grooming either. I am not a person who likes make up. At least polish a little lipstick so that my lips do not look pale, and powder that is not too thick.

It's just that I prefer to play around with my hairstyle even though the bob cuts are limited to the shoulders. This time I braided a little hair on the front right-left, then I pushed it back. Just do not disturb when on the move in the field.

"Hey, I'm done making the sandwich. Have breakfast first" said Araz, welcoming me out of the room.

I don't know why the moment is like the romantic movies that I have often avoided the last few months. Araz stood beside the dining table with a warm setting of the sun coming through the window. A smile capable of melting the heart of any woman was, carving on her shining face. The apron he was using was still hanging around his neck. And, the man realized the moment that was happening right now. Or maybe Araz did set it up on purpose?

But it's not the romantic impression I've caught. I laughed when I saw him. Especially looking at his style when standing mimicking the magazine cover model resting on the table. His hand is ruffled by the waist.

"Kok even laugh anyway, less romantic huh?" tanya Araz just made my laughter wider.

"I don't laugh because I'm not romantic. That's why I have a mind for love on the table anyway?" I asked when I saw one of my cactus collection already hanging on the dining table.

"Let's be more romantic. Less huh?"

"Romantic really Mas, if done with the right person. My romantic level again decreased anyway, so it feels normal that Mas Araz is like that," I said while sitting on the dining table chair. My laughter has not yet subsided.

Araz's face turned soft. But it soon vanished as he sat across from me.

We sat down because there were only two seats here. While the sandwich made by Araz was already in the front round table we were coupled with the coffee that was still steaming smoke.

If really noticed, the atmosphere this morning is so romantic indeed. And lied when I said I was feeling normal. Because now my heart can't beat normally. I said it like that just to cover up my nervousness. Really, I just don't want to misunderstand and get hurt in the end. There are still wounds that have not healed. I don't want to make it worse.

"Eat gih. If you say this is less romantic anyway, I can accept it, but if you say my sandwich is not good, I just do not accept it," Araz again threatened to make me laugh.

"Let's eat" I said without responding to the man's statement. My stomach is too hungry and I don't want to look nervous in front of Araz.

"Eh, eat it slowly," prevent Araz when I bite into a sandwich in large sizes at once. "No jaim-jaim is a girl."

"Why should jaim? Does Mas Araz like girls like that?"

The man just smiled. He said, "No, I prefer what it is. But seriously, you have to be careful when you eat. I've cast a spell on every piece of that sandwich. If you eat it spit, the spell will be more and more mopped react."

Araz's face looked serious as he said that sentence.

"Seriously? What mantra did Mas Araz give you? If the mantra cepet rich or cepet can mate, like I do not need to slowly eat it," I said with a face that is no less serious.

"I love the spell let you fall in love with me through the taste. Well, it's okay if you want to eat spit-cheap, but the risk is you'll fall in love with me anyway."

Hearing Araz's statement, I subconsciously slowed my chewing. No, not because I believe Araz's words. I was just afraid that if I ate too fast, it would end quickly between us. Because, I just don't want everything to run in a hurry and conclude things that are actually detrimental in the future.

"Well if you eat it slowly, the spell will also be slow but definitely on target."

Araz smile. We continued eating in silence. Busy thinking about what was crammed into our heads.