Karma Love

Who's He Who

"I'm still very sleepy, just give me 5 minutes. Or else you're with Aunt Noah first." Syila replied as she yawned.

"What did you do last night ? Are you staying up late ?" Syila did not answer she had laid herself in the bed again.

Aunt Noah delivered her order cake. And Dika was told to wake Syila himself.

Dika entered Syila's room without Syila knowing.

Taking her laptop, Syila's face filled the laptop screen, posing as if she was sleeping in the chair with her head down and legs up, her hair was beautifully draped down to the grass with a bright smile plus there were some dried leaves falling down.

'The pose is strange, but she looks beautiful as well as seductive.'

Dika mengotak laptop atik, until he was curious about the new file. He opened it and read it.

The love...

Never hesitate when I'm silent

To love you I don't want to say

Because you're the poem that always makes me nervous

Could this be a sign ?

When my eyes roll real on the beauty of your eyes

Without me knowing you've been cooking my happy mercilessly

No matter how weak the shakes combed my mind

All I know is I miss you

Dika smiled reading this article Syila made.

'It's sweet, sweet talk too, but why don't he practice when with me huh.' Inner Dika.

Then he looked next to her where Shila was struck. It had been almost an hour waiting for him to sleep in the room. Nothing he did. Just silently watching her lover sleep.

The mane that covered that face. From the forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks and lips. Dika admires everything. Everything looks good for Syila. Even when she fell asleep like this did not lessen the impression of ayu on her.

Syila was pierced with a hand that made her cheek.

"Well.. Syila's sleepy, she'll garden." Oceh Syila's.

"Wake the princess to sleep, if you don't wake up, your godless prince will kiss your lips." Whisper Dika.

Seconds

Two seconds

Is the prince not riding ? Dika ? Kiss ?

Syila immediately gasped sitting reflexively pulling the blanket covering her body, Dika laughed seeing Syila so.

"Not polite !!" It was ready with a pillow that would be dropped on Dika.

"Get in someone else's room without excuse !!" Banging Dika with the pillow, Dika laughed. Then get that hand.

"I'm sorry Miss, you didn't even close your door. I think it's a sign you're letting me in."

"What are you doing here while I'm sleeping ?" Syila was alert and suspicious.

Dika deliberately rubbed his lips with his thumb with a seductive look on his eyes, "Semanis the person." Said. Success made Syila again upset.

"You took my first kiss !! Stealing the chance to do it, huh ?!"

"Basar pervert, have no ethics, I'm angry with you, get out of my room, Mr. Mesum !!"

He came out with a broken laugh. He really likes to see Syila like this.

'I will stay young every day like this and what was it ? First kiss, haha I can't believe she's that innocent. '

She cleans herself. He rubbed his lips repeatedly. Although Dika is her fiance, but she shouldn't kiss him secretly like that.

Dika did nothing.

***

Syila came out of the room in her casual clothes, her hair was still wet, she saw Dika was sitting sweetly in the living room.

Syila went to the kitchen to make turmeric milk for herself. Then join Dika.

"You know where Aunt is ?"

''He's delivering cake orders. You seem to really like turmeric milk, is it delicious ?'' Dika saw what Syila was drinking.

Then without warning he immediately seized the glass of Syila and drank it. Right on Syila's lips.

''Dika...'' Ahh he was lazy to argue.

''Could you stop acting like that ? You make me ticklish and scared.''

Also chuckles.

''You're funny, I love teasing you. I will miss you very much later.''

''When, even you haven't left, but you've said miss a thousand times.''

When laughing, ''You are like hyperbole majas only, excessive in choosing the word.''

''And you're like a poet carrying around.''

The long quarrel in the morning, made Syila upset, and happy for Dika.

***

Today Dika took Syila around the city. Some places they visited, last Dika took Syila to go to the mall.

''Syila wait a minute.'' Syila is waiting for Dika.

Almost bored, Syila already wanted to get out of her seat. Before a large rabbit doll startled him from the side.

Who else did it if not his fiancee.

''For you.'' Dika.

''I'm not a boy, Dika.'' But Syila accepted it with excitement.

''If you need to hug me or miss me when we're far away, you can hug her as my aunt.'' Syila. He's nodding.

''If you are old, you do not deserve to act like this, are you not ashamed ?''

''cc.. I'm still young, especially if I'm always with you, I'll stay young.'' His gaze in making Syila's heart melt.

''You like poets ?'' Ask Dika.

''A little.''

''Looks like you're fit to be a poet, your poem is good.'' Said Dika.

''You're packing my laptop ?'' Dika nodded.

''What else do you see ?''

''Just some of your college assignments.''

'He didn't discuss the job application, meaning he didn't open my email.'

''I'm glad I went to the toilet first.'' Pamit Dika's.

Syila was enjoying her food by looking back and forth the people there. Then there are some people consisting of 3 men and one woman, very prominent among other immigrants. Clothes, appearance.

''The rich.'' Syila said to herself.

When those people had passed, Dika came.

''Hayo see what !?" Dica.

''That was, there was a bunch of people coming to make a scene for the visitors here. Who the hell is it ? Is he an actor ?''

''You don't know who he is ?''

''Come on. If I knew, I wouldn't ask.'' Syila.

''He is Emperor Javier Mahendra, the second son of Mr Mahendra. He's the one who runs his family's subsidiary in this town.'' Obviously Dika.

''Ohhh so, deserved his arrival was like a general only.'' Syila replied indifferently.

''You're not interested in him ?'' Dica.

''You want me to be second to you ?'' Syila.

''It's too horror, dear.'' Answer Dika horrified himself.

''The origin of the women at my place of work all talk about it, some say she is a widower.'' Dica.

''Stop talking about other people, Dika. You make me think that you like him too.'' Syila squinted her eyes.

''Honey, I'm a normal guy, his love for the opposite sex is not the same sex.'' Bela Dika's.

'He imagined how to 'play' with the same sex.'

Dika shuddered in horror and felt nauseous himself with what was on his mind.

''You why ?'' Ask Syila.

''No, just a little digesting what you said.''