I Pursue Your Love, Rector

Milk tea

Rico and I forgot about how I felt being watched by someone. We continued our conversation, occasionally joking and laughing together.

I feel comfortable being close to Mr. Rico. But not to be comfortable with the meaning of liking this Mr. Rico. I still can't get away from Mr. Rama. Although Mr. Rama never showed me love or even care a little.

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From the moment I got kicked in, until I came home. I haven't seen Mr. Rama one bit. I thought he was out with his cousin's sister. But it's impossible, because Salsa was busy looking at the magazine in the guest room.

'I'm so glad****well. Why should I think of Mr. Rama who never thought of me. The guy he's going where he's doing. My time is dizzy, ' I said in my heart.

I sat down at my study desk, busy with the hefty tasks piled up on that table. But instead of doing the work, I was busy with my phone.

The day had begun to twilight, my mind was again reminded of Mr. Rama who had not yet returned home at this time. I decided to look out of the house from my bedroom window.

Right once, when I looked out of the house, Mr. Rama's car just entered our yard. My fretting heart suddenly calmed down when I saw Mr. Rama's car coming home, and the owner of the car came out casually from the car.

I prepared warm water for bathing, Mr. Rama. I also prepared clothes to wear after the shower. Then, I sat back down my study shirt.

As usual, Rama never rebuked me. Never said anything to me when he came home to our room. I'm busy with my business and he's busy with his business.

I'm trying to be strong about what really hurts me. I'm in this room, rooming with him, always trying to chase his heart. Never seen and appreciated. Slowly but surely, these tears just flow. Falling on this study table, drop by drop.

So bad was I in the eyes of Mr. Rama, that he never thought I existed. Until when can I survive a life like this. I wasn't strong for long.

I wipe away these tears, trying to look okay. I want to go downstairs and enjoy dinner in the dining room.

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After dinner last night, I went straight to my room. Same with Rama. He also went to the room after eating. As a result, I was busy at the study table, while Mr. Rama was busy on a mattress with a laptop on his lap.

Maybe, tonight Mr. Rama is doing a lot of work, so he does not joke with his cousin's sister.

Before long, aunt delivered a glass of milk tea to our room. One for me and one for Rama. I'm thanking aunt for the milk tea tonight. It's kind of weird actually, there's usually no one delivering these roomy drinks. But, tonight someone delivered milk tea for us. Is this Mr. Rama who asked, but also made for me all.

Why is this milk tea the problem in my mind. Wouldn't it be great if someone brought me a drink. I also drank milk tea slowly but surely ended. Same with Mr. Rama, I see he also enjoyed the drink delivered by the aunt earlier.