It's like, I'm in Love

Ch. 41

Nayra and Maria took the stairs to the room. They teased each other and laughed until they arrived on the third floor.

"Good night, my."

"Good night Bang."

The two greeted Rama who was sitting on the third-floor middle room sofa. Rama stared at the two alternately with a hard to interpret look.

"Good night." The reply. No more words he would say. But his view does not also return to the MacBook in front of him. Rama instead closed the object slowly without removing the eyes of the two girls who began to fidget.

Finally Nayra took the initiative to sit across from Rama. As it was impossible to return to the room, Mary sat down beside Nayra.

"Mas Rama is angry? But it's not nine o'clock tonight, Mas." Nayra tried to guess Rama's expressionless face. "We both went home before the deadline."

Rama was silent, Nayra was getting restless. He moved uncomfortably.

Finally Rama snorted. "Where is Mas's coffee?"

"Eh?" Mary looked at Rama, then looked back at Nayra. His friend was beating his forehead.

"Oh my!!!" Nayra lowered her hand from her forehead. "Forgot." Her booby was accompanied by a horse's grin, a sign of guilt.

"Can't you forget?" Rama's upset. He had waited long enough to bring coffee from the cafe that Nayra and her friends came to. Coffee is Rama's favorite.

"Yes can. The proof is now Nay forgot." Nayra replied while scratching her nape. "Marya, no ngingetin. He also craved that coffee."

"Well me?" Mary pointed to herself. "Where do I know you're buying nitip coffee?" He said defend himself.

"You had that coffee, too, Mia?" Rama curious. His angry expression began to diminish.

"Yes Bang."

"Likes?"

"Rubber." Maria replied with a beautiful smile perched on her face. I really liked the black drink.

"What do you think?"

Hearing Rama's question, Nayra rolled her eyes lazily. Because after this the discussion will center on coffee.

Maria shakes her head. "Hmmm. I'm not a coffee judge. But the coffee I drank just now was light and soft. The aroma is sharp and yahhh almost without waste. Not too sour, and the bitterness is just right."

"Wear how much sugar?"

"Little bit. I don't really like it when the coffee's too sweet." Maria smile.

Rama nodded his head. "But?" Rama knew something had not been delivered by Mary.

"But I prefer that long aftertaste." Maria answered with a shy smile.

Rama gave a small laugh, but the tail of his eyes caught the movement of Nayra who was about to escape. He is not a coffee lover.

"Where are you going?" Rama's tone changed drastically when talking to Nayra.

"Gee!" Nayra smiled awkwardly and turned around. "To the room, Mas."

"Coffee, how?" Rama still takes his coffee.

"Light is like this Mas. Tell us both to come out again." Nayra said.

"Who told you both. It's just you." Rama blinked one of his eyes at Mary.

"Maria will definitely come with me. Is that Mia?" Nayra asked for Maria's support through the look in her eyes.

"Yes." Yeah." Maria nodded.

Nayra laughed heartily. "O yes." He pulled out his clothes and sat down at the back. Nayra's hands quickly began to work, ordering coffee for Rama.

"Mia, tomorrow night come yuk. There is a traditional coffee shop Abang subscription. Guaranteed, you must be hooked there continue." Tawar Rama's. In her heart she was afraid of Mary's rejection.

"Really Bang?" Mary's eyes sparkled. "Yes I want to."

Nayra whimpering. "Keep, what's our plan?"

Maria looked at Nayra with a guilty feeling. Suddenly Rama cleared quite strongly. Nayra understood the code.

"Yes already. We can go Sunday afternoon." Nayra forced her smile.

"Thank you Nay." Mary hugged Nayra from the side. Nayra could only sigh silently.

For the sake of Mas Rama who again PDKT. Nayra murmured in her heart.

The three talked about many things while waiting for Rama's order coffee to come. Maria was carried away, she was no longer awkward to joke with Rama. A question made their laughter fade away.

"What is your relationship with Desi Sasmita?"

Nayra held her breath, Maria blinked her eyes with her mouth open. Close it, then open it again. Like I was going to say something but I couldn't.

"You forgot about Nay that the owner of the cafe was Mas's friend."

Geez, how could I forget such an important thing. Nayra's Rutuk in his heart.

"He, our best friend, Bang." Mary answered slowly.

"Mia..." Nayra tried to protest.

"There's no point in lying to Nay." Say Maria again.

Rama massaged his temple slowly. "Since when?"

"From the beginning of the game. From the beginning of college." Nayra finally spoke honestly.

"The desi keep the kost or the janitor's kost?" Rama continued to launch questions.

"He's a student also Bang. Just different majors same to both of us." Answer Maria.

The answer from Maria successfully made Rama spread his neutrality. He improved his sitting position sign he was interested in the story about Desi. Finally, without being asked Mary told about the figure of Desi to Rama.

"So that's it." Rama murmured at the end of Mary's story.

"Please, don't tell the bulek. To Alfian as well. Just don't tell anyone." Pinta Nayras.

"Yes Bang." Maria chimed.

Rama looked at the two girls in turn. He smiled softly. "Yes, no one will know."

"Yeayy, thank you."

"Thank you Brother."

Rama just smiled as he shook his head to see the happy faces of Nayra and Maria. But in the corner of his heart, there was guilt infiltrating. Rama does not recognize the friends of the Brother. Fortunately, Nayra was hanging out with good girls. Otherwise, perhaps Rama will dissolve in tears of regret.

"Worthy of the first time we met, Desi had made a different impression." Lirih Rama slowly.

While in his room, several times Desi sneezed. He felt bad in the nose area. Desi lying down cleaning nose with tissue.

"Capeck sneezed on." Complain Desi.

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