Grasping Taste

Love

Aruna Pov's

actually, I've been lazy to meet Mas Sabda. Not without reason, but every time there was a man who was difficult to guess, my heart was always unfriendly, until nervousness attacked suddenly.

I don't want my feelings to grow, between my excitement for her. If this is love, let me hold it tight. Ever since he I decided to stay away from him, he was lost as if swallowed by the earth. In fact, when we have to meet, just look at me reluctantly. I always doubted if he wanted me even though this heart couldn't deny, I'd be happy if he looked at me like he used to.

Try that feeling like Math or Physics. Just counting it with a formula, we can already find the answer. But unfortunately feelings are not that simple, even though they are intangible.

Today I was so faced with a dilemma, wanting to avoid it but it turned out that he was sick, wanting to not care but I could not bear it.

Author Pov's

Aruna stirred the almost ripe porridge by thinking about many things. Worried, was his attention to the Word excessive? If not with the Word he would not have considered it so highly.

When he awakens from the mind - the mind that is dilemma. Aruna stared for a moment at the porridge that was ripe and ready to be lifted.

"Just one time! Some of the neighbors are natural if they help each other." Aruna muttered reassuring his intentions. He simply did not want others to misunderstand his intentions.

After the Fajr Salat he immediately decided to cook porridge because after being examined by a doctor, Sabda was exposed to typhus symptoms.

In the middle of his activities Aruna was confused, but in the end he had poured porridge into a bowl of bushels.

At six o'clock in the morning, still in pajamas, Aruna went out with a bushel filled with porridge to the house next door.

Aruna circulated his gaze and walked carefully. Afraid that someone might catch him visiting the house of Sabda early in the morning. And that would lead to bad opinions.

"Assalamu'alaikum." said Aruna by seeing the fence locked or not.

When the fence is not locked, Aruna decided to open it so that the sound is not noisy.

"Assalamu'alaikum."." said Aruna with a raised voice because several times he said greetings no one had opened the main door.

"Is Mas Sabda getting worse?" murmured Aruna with a sense of increasingly controlled anxiety. His mind was increasingly guessing the bad things that had happened to the Word.

"Mas Word's... Assalamu'alaikum.!"'s chat...!"

"Tok... Mas... " Aruna was getting more panicked because there was no sign of anyone opening the door. And that even makes Aruna no longer knock but bang on the whitewashed door.

"Mas." his voice weakened as his hand was raised to bang on the door, but the door was already open with a figure who was now wearing only a towel around his waist already standing in the middle of the door.

"Sorry." said Aruna with a blushing face.

Ashamed of his panic and the man in a shirtless state. The body with muscles belonging to the Word that looks hard especially there are still water droplets that make the impression more sexy.

"Runa... What's wrong?" tanya Sabda looked at Aruna. The excitement of Aruna makes her have to finish her morning bath more quickly.

"I-I want to send chicken porridge for Mas Sabda." Aruna was getting nervous and misbehaved even though she had already lowered her gaze.

"Let's go in!" bring Word.

"But I'll just go back, Mas." said Aruna. Still lowered he stretched out the challenge he had brought to the Word.

"Why rush?" said the spontaneous Word made Aruna look up at the face covered in fine fur.

"Please put it inside. I'll change clothes for a while." between the words while Aruna was still looking for an excuse.

Sabda left Aruna just like that to enter the Room. The girl who was currently sweeping her gaze at the room that was able to reach out from sight

But, when he saw some of his glasses and soup bowl that was still on the dining table made Aruna step up to approach the dining table.

"Sorry, I haven't had time to wash it. Still dirty all." The baritone's voice made Aruna turn her head, now that Sabda was at her side. The man who was neat with a plain white T-shirt and shorts felt awkward about the state of his home.

" The clean mother of her son's house is sick. So for some days, the condition of the house is not neat." continued Sabda then chose to sit in the dining chair.

Aruna put a bushel on the dining table. He immediately brought a few glasses and half-soup bowls to the kitchen.

" Why not spend it, Mas?" aruna asked with an intimidating look.

"I have no appetite." answered the Word made Aruna take a spoon and give it to the Word.

His intention that would wash dirty glasses and bowls was withheld by the Word, "please eat me! I'm still eating!" pinta Sabda with Aruna's arm blocked.

"Please, Run!" pinta Sabda's wistful gaze and eyes that still look one make a choice beat his ego. He sat down in front of the Word. And prepare his porridge in front of the Word.

For a moment it became silent. Although still sick but Sabda was happy because of Aruna's small attention. He chewed slowly on the food in his mouth, it felt like he wanted time to stop so that it could always be this way with Aruna.

"Not good?" asked Aruna with a sliced face, afraid that the porridge was not good because it forgot to taste.

"Not." answered the Word weakly.

" The porridge's good, but it's probably even better if it's bribed." The face of the lowered Word glanced upwards, waiting for what reaction the beautiful face showed was smiling.

Aruna just blicked her lips and stared intently at the man who was now smiling faintly.

"Is this Word sick or pretending to be sick?" asked Aruna who was a little upset. The model people of the Word are sometimes annoying.

Aruna left Sabda who was finishing his porridge. Although today Sabda did not enter the office, but the man had prepared to do Zoom.

"Run, don't wash the dishes! Tomorrow Ms. Ninik has come." cried the Word, Ms. Ninik who always comes every day to clean the house of the Word.

No reply from Aruna made Sabda speed up her breakfast. He didn't want Aruna to do all that work.

Sabda now stands near Aruna. The man stared fixedly at Aruna, The girl who has completed her activities is now sculpting. He did not dare to turn his head, saturating with the Word only made him misbehave.

"Thank you for caring. If only my love would be so happy. But, if you can't feel love yet, I'll be waiting for you." This sentence Sabda sounded serious in Aruna's ears.

Silent for a moment, the two now pegged with the position of the Word behind Aruna.

"I'm an adult man who doesn't want to play anymore or talk about love and marriage" said Sabda reassured.

"I'll think, Mas." replied Aruna. If asked to answer at this time of course he could not. He needs to convince his heart and his feelings.

"I'm back now, yeah! Get well soon." said Aruna, venturing back to face Sabda. He felt that he had to leave before the seductive demon made a ruse for the accumulated sin.