
Baras opened his eyes slowly.His head felt throbbing. And his scalp feels a little pain. Seen around. The room is so dark. There was only the light from the city lights that burst in through the white curtained window. Laras was stunned for a moment. Where'sisthis? his inner. It seems he's not in his room.
Wait, his chest feels tight. Like something was beating him. Barrel opened the thick blanket that covered his body and suffocated when he saw a middle hand coiled around his chest. His heart is beating fast.
Oh no, did she and Greg have? Laras did not dare to look beside him. The girl tried to remember what happened at the club. All she remembered was that Anita grabbed her hair.
"Uuggh," Laras bellowed, his head throbbing again.
"Hey, are you awake? What time is it?"
Baras was surprised to hear the voice of the man beside him. He's not Greg, it's a voice, it's a voice,
"Ben?"
Laras turned his head, saw in a dim light bias Ben's face was smiling at him.
"Hello sweety," said Ben with a mischievous smile.
The barrel shifted its body giving it a distance of about half a meter.
"Why am I here? You didn't drive me to my apartment?" ask Laras.
"I'll take you later in the afternoon, now let's continue to sleep" Ben replied as he pulled Laras closer to him. Then pull the blanket back covering their bodies.
"Didn't you have another room? Why do we have to sleep in one bed?" ask Laras.
"I couldn't think of last night."
"You're not doing weird things, are you?"
Ben chuckles.
"Come," god.
"Ben!!" Jerk Baras annoyed. It made Ben laugh.
"Looks not, Laras, you've been like a corpse last night, what's so good about having a woman who can't react" Ben said on the sidelines of his laughter.
"Ben!!" laras shouted back while hitting Ben's chest slowly.
Ben catches Laras' wrist and pulls the girl into his arms.
"Or maybe I'll do it now" Ben said, bringing his face closer to Laras's.
"Don't be rude!" he exclaimed Laras, releasing Ben's hand, then pulled out a pillow and smacked it into Ben's face.
The barrel turned its back on Ben, and put a roll between them. Ben's voice chuckled.
"Without?" call Ben when the mood starts to calm down.
"Hmmm," said Solas who seemed to start sleeping.
"Do you like Greg?" ask Ben
Barrel opened his eyes. But still looking back at Ben.
"Maybe ..he's a good man" Laras replied.
Laras smiled at Ben's words.
"I don't know .. I don't really know you."
"Try to get to know me then."
Laras. The mood was silent again. Only occasionally did police patrol car sirens sound from the city streets.
"Laras ..."call Ben.
"Yeah?"
"I've been to Bali, you know .. do you live near there?" ask Ben.
"No .. I lived in Jogjakarta."
"Is it far from Bali?"
"Depending, if you get on the plane you only need an hour, if you get in the car then you need 18-20 hours" Laras replied.
"Ah I see."
The barrel turned its body towards Ben who was beginning to look sleepy.
"Ben ..."Call Laras.
"Yes," Ben replied as he stroked Laras' face gently. His eyes are slightly closed. Baras' chest again thumped.
"Hey I can feel your heartbeat, Laras .. are you nervous or something?" Ben's voice was slow, but it made Laras feel nervous.
"It's nothing," said Laras covering his innocence.
"So you seem to want to ask me something." Ben opened his eyes, staring at Laras in a dim light.
The barrel swallowed his saliva slowly to wet his throat.
"If Anita saw me in your room what would she think?" ask Laras slowly.
Ben chuckles. Then support his side with his fist.
"Maybe you wouldn't believe me if I told you I haven't had anything to do with him, I slept with him once after the concert that night, I think I still feel the same way about him, but it didn't. And now that Anita misunderstood my attitude, I don't know how to explain to her."
Stunned barrel. But his heart was so relieved to hear Ben's expression.
"Ben ..." call Laras back.
Ben brought his face closer, observing Laras' face from just a few cent.
"I'm sleepy" said Laras. Then evaporate a few times.
"Ahh .." said Ben disappointed.
She covered Laras body then raised his body while placing both palms under his head. Look at the dark ceiling of his room.
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