It's like, I'm in Love

Ch. 27

BRAKKK!!!!!

Santi and Wiji looked up as the table in front of them was blown over very strongly by an old man. His posture is short with the stomach protruding beyond the chest. His skin is oily, just like his hair. And he kept a thick mustache to cover part of his upper lip.

"When you can't find where Desi is? What a hard thing it is to go to town Y and get to the campus."

The man vented his emotions until his stomach swayed as he spoke while pointing at the face of Desi's parents.

"Ma.sorry Juragan. Ka..we've really been trying to find there. His friends say that Desi hasn't been home for the holidays." Santi replied while holding on tightly to Wiji, her husband.

"Bahahhh!!! Just tell me you don't want to keep your word." Hardik Juragan Topa's.

"No Gan. We don't dare." Wiji again. "We will definitely bring Desi to the Juragan's house."

Wiji's speech was greeted by a nod of Santi's head as a sign of approval.

"good. Because if you don't bring him, just bury your dream of becoming rich. You even have to give back all the money I gave you. WITH FLOWERS!!!" Said Juragan Topa full of emphasis then stood up.

Outside the house, Bagas stood close to his body on a wall that was more inclined out as a terrace divider. From his position, Bagas could hear all the conversations from the living room. But the person inside would not be able to see it.

When Bagas took a little peek, it appeared that Juragan Topa was preparing to go home. Bagas quickly slipped into the courtyard and walked as if he had just returned home.

"Good night, Jagan." Sapa Bagas's.

Juragan Topa looked at Bagas sharply. "You don't dream of competing with me."

Bagas frowned, pretending not to understand.

"What do you mean, what?"

The topa scribe flicked his hand in annoyance. "Goddessh! It's already! Move you!" He pushed Bagas out of his way.

Bagas silently grinned. "Be careful on the road ya Gan." Said this young man while waving his hand.

When he turned around to enter the house. Santi and Wiji were already looking at him in annoyance.

"Good night, Mum." Sapa Bagas's.

"You see! Because of your actions, the Juragan is angry with your Father and Mother."

Bagas put on a confused face. "Cock me anyway Sir. What have I done?"

"You made Desi run!" Reply Santi with emotion.

"Kan Desi seduces Bagas. Bagas was blamed, Mom. Anyway, what does the departure of Desi have to do with Juragan Topa who is angry?"

Wiji and Santi fell silent. Unable to answer Bagas's question.

"Akkhhh!!!" Santi screeched as he clenched his hands and entered the house while stomping his feet. Wiji followed the wife into the house leaving Bagas still standing in his place.

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Desi cleaned the cutlery that Alfian used. And let the Young Master continuously stare at him from where he sat.

Desi was uncomfortable, but she was confused as to how to say it. Because it was not too focused, the glass bowl he was holding almost slipped out.

"Be careful!" Alfian exclaimed while catching the bowl.

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Desi gasp. He was surprised, not only because the bowl was about to fall. But also because Alfian who was suddenly was already beside him.

"Think what the hell, hmm?" Alfian asked gently as he placed the bowl on the drying rack.

How did Desi answer that? If he answered thinking about the Young Master who kept seeing him, then the Young Master would think a no-no about Desi. But if he answers by lying, what lies will he tell?

Desi's forehead is wrinkled, her eyes are sometimes squinting, sometimes widening. Making Alfian smile amusedly and flicking his index finger at Desi's forehead.

"Ouch!" Desi holds his forehead.

"You're looking for an excuse." Guess Alfian.

"Eh, it.it.."

Alfian grew increasingly anxious and pulled Desi's nose. "You're thinking about me again."

"Well! Ti.no Sir. I don't dare." Answer Desi honestly. Because the context of 'thinking' that Alfian spoke was different from the reality. Desi immediately dried her hands with a cloth hanging in front of her.

"really?"

Desi nodded with excitement. "Really Sir. Suer ta kewer - kewer." Desi's right hand forms the letter V with her index and middle fingers. His eyes seem serious.

Alfian let out a laugh, anxiously he ruffled Desi's hair.

"Sir." Desi is upset and returns to tidying up her hair.

Alfian laughed, as soon as Desi's hair was tidy, he immediately ruffled it back.

Finally, Desi started laughing with both hands chasing Alfian. Every time there was a chance, Alfian slowly pulled the base of Desi's hair. And if Desi manages to catch Alfian's hand, then Desi will pinch.

"Oh, you dare pinch me?" Alfian asked with laughter.

"Mistake yourself, you seek for it." Reply Desi while chuckling.

Both hands went back to war. Laughter filled the kitchen area. Eventually, the defense of Desi opened. Alfian's hand quickly stretched out and pulled Desi's nose a little stronger. Until Desi's body approached Alfian.

"Ohhhh!" Desi held onto her nose which felt somewhat painful after Alfian pulled her hand.

"sick." Whine Desi while hitting the chest of Alfian's field. It seems he was unconscious when he did.

Alfian laughed, he pulled Desi into his arms. "You're adorable."

"It's not that either." Once again Desi hit Alfian's chest. Desi grumbling with pursed lips.

Alfian laughed, he rubbed Desi's head and kissed her. "Yes, sorry."

Alfian stretched his arms. He observed Desi's nose looking flushed. His outstretched hand touched the nostrils of this girl.

"Still sick?" Ask gently.

"Little."

Alfian drew closer and kissed Desi's nostrils. "I'm sorry." His right hand rubbed Desi's cheeks with gentleness. His eyes looked inside, describing him as being serious.

Desi's cheeks flushed, it struck him that their position was so intimate. Desi turned her face in shame. He even held Alfian's hand that was coiled around his waist, trying to let go of the burly hand. His efforts were in vain, as Alfian had no intention of letting go of Desi.

"This time I won't let you go."

Alfian's heavy and deep voice forced Desi to raise her face and look at Alfian.

"Sir."

"I don't want to hear you call me Young Master."

"Then?"

"Name my name."

Desi shook her head slowly. "No sir."

Alfian brought his face closer, kissed Desi's lips and held her back for a moment.

"I'll kiss you every time you call me that."

"But Tu..eh."

Alfian brought his face closer, Desi quickly covered Alfian's lips.

"Not finished talking." Desi protested when Alfian was about to kiss her lips again.

Alfian smiled. "Then call my name."

Desi pissed. "What's my fault that you can trap me like this?"

Alfian's forehead is wrinkled. "Thank you how?" He did not understand Desi's words.

"Yes, trapping. Master deliberately seduced me. After I baper, respond to Master. Master will fire me on the grounds that I am flirting with Master."

Alfian's face changed. He let go of his embrace.

"You think I'm that cute?"

Desi blinked, Alfian's gaze exuding disappointment.

"You think I'm playing around, does my attitude toward you show that I'm joking with you?"

Desi nodded as the answer. Now his two hands were clinging to each other to see Alfian's emotions begin to rise.

"Why do you think that?!"

"Then should I think how, sir? There is no way I think you have any other meaning. To be honest, I am also a baper. But I always tell myself. It can't be......"

"Nothing is impossible, Desi." Tuke Alfian. "Anything can happen."

Alfian lowered his head and turned his body.

"Aarrgghhh!!!" Alfian punched the air to vent his disappointment.

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