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The barrel that was gulping down the tea almost choked upon hearing the confession from Kinanti. Some splashes of tea gushed from his mouth. The tea water instantly soaked his pants. What's more about the kiss in the documentation room a while ago. Good thing it didn't hit the important files on the desk. He shuffled from his seat, approached Kinanti and sat down next to her friend.
“Yeah, Mother Twin. Shocked me by it.” Barrel shifted the chair and grabbed the tissue near the closet, then wiped his mouth. “Gue wouldn't say if your words were wrong. Just less really.” Connect the barrel while putting the dirty tissue into the trash.
Kinanti's story still he responded casually. However, in his mind, he felt lucky not to tell the problem. Looks like Kinanti needs more attention.
“Times, times!” Kinanti sighed while tapping her head with her phone. “I also realized that it was wrong. Therefore, it was to go to Bu Rosalina so that the Aksar script is held by another editor. I'm afraid I'll be really smitten with Aksar!”
“Emang can? You cake do not know the rules, Mak Twin, Mak Twin.” Laras asked while shaking his head.
“Can't say! Even I got to spray him all out!”
A small laughing barrel revealed his teeth. “Gue just give me a simple suggestion. Although I have been married for a few hours and have no experience with ginian. But, the cake your problem is just one, huh! Try to have a serious conversation with Surya. It's just a communication thing, anyway. Tell him, if you two, it takes time both.”
Laras grabbed Kinanti's hand and gently gripped her. He tried to give his friend a sense of calm.
“Many couples like you who are trapped in the confines of routine and go home equally tired, then the negative impact even feel comfortable ama attention of others who just stop by.” The barrel folds the hands in front of the chest with a serious facial expression. He understood, what Kinanti felt was just an impingement because of Surya's attention as if a roller coaster that swooped towards the bottom.
“But where should I start, Ras?” Kinnie asked confusion.
“Go holiday cake, dinner romantic cake, watch movies or where to cake. Anyway luangin time kayak courtship era first. The kids don't have to be invited, just the two of you. They will also understand, kok.”
“Terus, about Aksar?”
“No need to avoid. Simply pretend not to respond or change the topic of conversation if you have talked about the macem-macem. Keep your distance and try to be normal when discussing the script.”
“It's all right? Is it that easy? Moreover, something happened between us,” added Kinanti. He was less satisfied with the answer.
“Iya, in my opinion, that's it. There's nothing to worry about Aksar. You just stammer because of the busyness of Mas Surya. That's why hank. Just away! Don't even think about it. And then be bucin! Anyway take the right time to chat with your husband, yes,” explained Laras relaxed.
“But, Race. The cake isn't that simple, though. I think he knew me a long time ago. She knows I like Celine Dion. He knows I can't eat nuts. He knows my favorite colors, Mas Aksar's cake knows everything. Even the perfume is the same as Mas Surya uses, Ras! Imagine try!”
Suddenly Laras straightened his back, directing all his attention to the story of Kinanti just now. “Secret Admiral?”
“Entahlah .. I also do not understand if the mother-daughter cake I still have a secret admirer,” said Kinanti chuckled.
“Emang mama-emak can not charming, so? Your body isn't like a mother-mom, Mak Twin! Still semlohay in the right place.” Laras wrapped his hands together to form a guitar silhouette. They chuckled with scenes pinching each other between the two.
He stared at Laras with a smile. Sometimes, he was amused by the way Laras relaxed and indifferent to him. Much different when facing a client, Baras attitude suddenly formal, cold, and serious.
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It doesn't feel like two hours have passed. After saying goodbye to his best friend, Kinanti went home to rest. He intended to direct his car to the direction of the house when a Whatsapp message from Arqee appeared in the mobile phone notification. After reading a message from the Bungsu, he turned towards the nearest mall to buy the schoolwork for the princess.
Down Jalan Letkol Iskandar, Kinanti turned left towards Palembang Indah Mal. After pressing the automatic ticket button, he looked for a place to park the car. His eyes were fixed on an empty spot under a tree. He put his vehicle there, then rushed to the supermarket on the ground floor of the mall.
Just a few steps from where his car was parked, his net caught a handsome figure who was descending the mall stairs. It's like tiredness carrying a lot of groceries. Four large pockets each in both hands and a large box were in the arms. Half the view was covered in a box so he tilted his face to look at the road ahead.
Initially, Kinanti was about to dodge and hide, but her efforts were unsuccessful. Aksar saw it first. The man smiled widely, revealing a row of white teeth towards him.
“Kinan help me, please!” exclaim Aksar with a rather loud tone. They were separated by three cars.
Kinanti was nervous, but reflexes approached Aksar who looked exhausted carrying the items. His conscience was called to help.
“Yes, Mas. Need me to bring the groceries?” haggling a little doubt. He reached out to take the box from Aksar's hand.
“Don't, don't, it's heavy.” Aksar said with a loud breath. He was leaning on the door of his car.
“Please get the car keys in the pocket of the right blazer,” pinta Aksar with a face full of sweat.
Without a second thought, Kinanti followed Aksar's direction. He reached into the right pocket of the man's blazer.
“Not there, Mas.”
“Try on left.”
“No also, Mas.”
“Oh, it looks like in the bag of pants.” Aksar said softly with a loud breath.
Kinanti followed Aksar's instructions, patting the two men's thighs to confirm the location of the car keys. Finding where the key is sought, quickly Kinanti reached into the right pocket of Aksar's pants rather deep.
Aksar cleared his throat several times to cover up his misbehavior over the treatment of Kinanti. He looked up while closing his eyes, diverting the strange shakes that made his heart rusty.
“Dapet, Mas!” Kinanti shouted excitedly as if she had just gotten a raffle.
Their eyes were cluttering and locking on to each other. A disturbance was between them. Both are limited by a box. In fact, Kinanti's fragrant body clearly smelled from this close distance. They fell silent, drowning in the tickling soft swish.
Aksar looked at Kinanti deeply and deeply. Kinanti blushed in embarrassment because of that, then shifted her net in any direction. There was a small and strange warmth running through the entire body. He was confused and misbehaved and did not know what to say. In fact, he recalled the incident in the documentation room first.
“Kinan.” The man's Baritone voice sounded heavy and hoarse.
“Ya, Mas.” Kinanti was still sculpting, bewitched by that sharp glared gaze. In fact, with this close distance, the fine hairs that adorn the jaw of Aksar further strengthen its masculinity.
Aksar gestured to open the car door. Then, with a quick movement, Kinanti pressed the key button. After the car door opened, a 165-centimeter-tall woman's spring left Aksar without a word with a sense of turmoil that had erupted.
A win goes by lightning fast to avoid conversations that might happen, or other forbidden things that could happen again. He left Aksar who kept staring at his back until he entered the mall.
Aksar typed something on his porch. He believes Kinanti will read the post. It did not take long, thousands of people immediately liked the poem he uploaded.
Real, Woman?
I enjoy you from a distance.
Cupid shot me through your smile.
So, how am I supposed to divert these eyes from that sweet curve?
Loving for no reason,
Without comma, without comma,
Without why, without,
Without but,
My love is simple, but complicated.
RM, MF,
Nose Corner.
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