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NOT HAVE TO HAVE

Kinanti's busy work on Aksar's novel spent a little time with the family. He began to understand the busyness of Surya, trying to understand if the attention of the husband is not only for him.

Whether it is just a cover up a new feeling that is entrenched in his heart, or indeed an understanding of the busyness of the husband.

Moreover, the incident in the library a week ago, a little bit made Kinanti start presenting Aksar in mind. Occasionally the man's face appeared in his mind. Many times he brushed off the strange thoughts that sometimes cross, he tried to think it was just a momentary emotion.

Luckily, Bena immediately caught up with him and opened the locked room from outside. Otherwise, it might be that something more severe would happen outside of Kinanti's control.

The figure of Aksar as if continues to follow where he stepped. In fact, while with Laras and Bena visiting the bazaar and lantern party in Pulo Kemaro yesterday, Kinanti seemed to see the figure of Aksar among the lantern lights and crowded visitors.

The noise of tightness that led them to split the Musi River into tourist attractions did not stop Kinanti from imagining the kiss many times. He even had to hit his head with his hand to cast off the shadow of the man while capturing a picture of himself in front of a nine-story pagoda on the island located in the middle of the river.

Unlike the Aksar, his days are increasingly colorful. A smile always adorns that hard-headed face. The idea of writing that had contracted writer’s block, again filled the space of his imagination. He re-posted a number of romantic quotes for his readers. He widened his smile even more after seeing the Instagram notification, Kinanti liked the post.

***

“Who is the cruelest thief in the world? The worst thief in the world is a woman's eye. If he sees you with his beautiful eyes, you will lose everything, then be silent and smile at it.” (Ibn Arabi)

A smile dyed Kinanti's pretty face as she read the quote. Although trying to reject the post was not aimed at him, but still there is a sense that began to germinate. He accidentally left a trail there.

“Ouch! Nawat!” Kinanti patted his forehead while looking at the phone he had in his hand. He closed and then slightly lowered. He saw the food that was half left. Appetite seemed to evaporate due to his carelessness.

“Why else, Kin?” Bena answered without taking her eyes off her phone screen. The girl had just uploaded a photo of her drink from the cafe where they had lunch.

“Gak, not papa!” Kinanti tried to cover up her anxiety.

“Apanya no papa, I just saw in IGnya Right Man belongs to Aksar, you love a lot of traces there. Ah, lest you start playing games, nih! Well ... well .. well!” Bena is moving his index finger towards Kinanti.

“You're the one who's a snitch. Who likes posting he is not only me, you also tuh.” Kinanti tried to dodge while rolling the phone screen towards Bena.

“Udahlah, Kin. You still owe me the same explanation about the incident in the room yesterday. Fortunately I followed you. If not .. ah, I'm sure something must have happened between the two of you. Bener, ‘kan?”

Kinanti just sighed. Let him speculate. He smiled and shook strongly. “BIG NO, Bena! The part about yesterday's incident, yes, it was me and Aksar just accidentally kekunci.”

“Well, look out for you macem-macem, yes! Inget, your husband is the dream type of all girls. Don't be ungrateful!”

Kinanti just smiled without answering the words of her best friend. Although outspoken, he is grateful to have friends like Bena and Laras who do not hesitate to rebuke him if he is wrong. After all, it was impossible for Kinanti to turn away from Surya.

***

Kinanti and Aksar again discussed their project. Improvements and feedback from Kinanti are done via email and WA chat. The discussion between the two is getting closer.

Kinanti tried to forget the incident and behave accordingly. So far, he has tried to minimise his relationship with the author. It was not that he was overconfident, but he felt that Aksar's attitude clearly implied that the man had other feelings for him. He can clearly see the interest and openly show the liking.

Remaining the last ten chapters of the Aksar manuscript that Kinanti curated. So far, there are no significant technical constraints. Only a few typos are scattered in the author's script.

The script was neat enough that sometimes he was immersed in the story that Aksar wrote. However, for the last chapter he read, Kinanti's thinking was a little distorted. He frowned. Several times he rolled his worksheet up and down to simply make sure the word equivalents strung together in the Aksar story were unambiguous and gave rise to a hole plot.

This is actually wrong or deliberately made wrong, anyway. Kinanti.

His fingers were busy giving red marks in almost half of the chapter's story.

“Kok even so write poetry? Where is the correlation the same story?” Kinanti grunted sighing.

He breathed deeply. The work is increasingly piled up with the event writer hunting held by GrewMedia. Hundreds of blurbs and synopses filled the inbox for selection. The burden of work that is quite draining and mind, coupled with the draft of the Aksar manuscript that has not been completed.

Kinanti picked up the phone that was inside the desk drawer. Inevitably, he had to contact Aksar.

***

Aksar puts water in a glass quickly. An hour of running on a treadmill is enough to make him lose a lot of fluid. The white T-shirt and shorts he was wearing were soaked with sweat.

The notification sound from the phone located at the table, distracts her from Max sitting with his tongue stuck in his lap. The dog seemed to understand what he was doing. Max got down, sat sweetly by his feet.

Aksar smiled, waiting for the moment when Kinanti contacted him. Chapter twenty he deliberately wrote was different from the context of the story. He had predicted that this was the right moment to approach the woman of his tribe.

[Jiang, Mas. If you have time, please check my email, yes. Thank ye. ]

[Yes, Kinan. I have seen his revision. Anything to fix?]

[Yes, please.]

[Why, is it missing that cake, Mas? How the story does not connect with the previous chapter.]

[That's not the 20th chapter. That's the part I wrote on purpose.]

[Writing Poetry??? What's for?]

[It was just a poem I accidentally wrote, the idea came up all of a sudden.].

It's related to the script, what, Mas?]

[Nothing. The poem was written as you crossed my mind:)]

The deg!

Kinanti gulped. The thump on his chest was getting less and less clamor. If this conversation continues, it will certainly expand everywhere. The woman immediately turned off the internet data, trying for a moment offline from work activities.

About A Question

Someone asked,

about the taste that stops.

My stutterer cannot say,

because he came without a reason.

My silence can't string up characters, though,

because it comes through comfort.

Trying to ignore the taste.

The ones that originally came were just germinating.

Then it continues to grow and flower.

I fell between your laughing pistils that kept on cracking.

Until it becomes a drug.

For the renjana beetle.

Can I be a secret?

Fill in any empty space that may still be left.

Can I love you in silence?

Just to wet the arid whack on a piece of heart.

If you have to share your heart with a figure who has mastered the heart.

It's okay, it's okay,

I accept, I accept,

I'm doing fine.

RM, MF,

Nose Corner.

TB