Letter From Primus

TWENTY-ONE: PRIMUS WROTE

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Lula had just groaned happily as soon as she finished preparing the complete package fried noodles Primus' favorite. As usual, Lula always deliver dinner for her best friend if she knows that om Bram has not yet returned from the office. While expecting Primus to come to his house and ask for something to be eaten is very unlikely, Primus must have been hesitant because he felt always troublesome himself.

Then with a fluffy smile, Lula just left the kitchen and galloped to the house next door. When she arrived, Lula greeted Primus who was sitting in the living room. "They're serious."

Primus's shoulders flinched in shock and his agitation was extremely stiff. "Lula..."

"You don't knock on the door, La?" asked Primus with a loud heartbeat. Lula's sudden presence this time really made her distraught. Soon the guy hid the paper into the back pocket of his pants and threw the pen to the table.

Lula shook her head but kept smiling. "The door is not closed. So I just went in."

"Lo why did I see that ghost?" The horse-pointed female asked again as she stepped closer to Primus on the sofa.

Primus who was asked so, scratched the back of his head with a wide forced smile. "Huh. No way. I'm surprised, La."

Lula immediately reached out a hand forward, revealing the purpose of her visit tonight. "Gue bawain lo nih's food, Prim."

Still with an unwavering heartbeat, Primus exhaled and then skimmed at Lula. "Your attention is not diminished in the least by me, La."

Primus grabbed the plate while smiling widely. "Thank you, La."

Lula's lips curled up perfectly to reply to Primus's exclamation. With a frowned, Lula muttered a little. "Oh yeah.. You know what else, Prim?"

"Ehm."

Lula felt a bit confused because he found Primus writing something on the paper. The woman tried to make sure he came back. "So what did you just write?"

It felt impossible for Primus to say that he had just written down the feelings he had poured over a paper, moreover it was about his feelings for Lula. Primus only wants to capture his feelings on paper to be read to him someday, as a reminder that he once fell in love with his best friend.

With a slightly stiff smile, Primus replied to Lula. "Not written anything."

"Misagine look, La. Hehe."

Sensing another Primus mood, which was completely full of stiffness, Lula asked once again with a squinted eye. "Prim...lo no longer hides anything is it me?"

"Is there anything that lo secret is the same to me?"

Primus shrugged his shoulders and his chest pounded. "Lo talk what the hell, La?"

Lula shifted her body to the side, docked at Primus so that the guy next to her wished that Lula had not heard her racing heartbeat. Still with a probing gaze, Lula pinched. "Gue see how you get so tense with that?"

"It's not like you usually do that."

Primus stopped chewing and chuckled. "Ah... time anyway? Your feelings aja time, La."

Although still very curious about the Primus gelagat which tonight is arguably strange, Lula nodded her chin only. "Yes already, Prim. I want to go home first."

Primus held out his thumb. "Again thanks La, for dinner."

"Yes, Primus. You're welcome." Lula replies then disappears behind the door she shut tightly.

Primus clucked sliced and lowered the plate onto the table. His hand reached into something in the back pocket of his pants. With his head bowed, the man stared at the piece of paper in his hand. "Gue couldn't have told you that I wrote you a letter."

"Perhaps until any time this letter will never you know, La."

"Until any time you won't know how I feel."

Primus folded the letter and exhaled deeply. "All this is too good for me, La. I don't want to change everything because of my silly love."

"Gue doesn't want to ruin our friendship. I don't want you to stay away from me because of this love. A love that shouldn't be between us."

Primus' hand stretched out and put the paper on the table. Primus leaned against the back of the sofa and drowned his face with both hands. "I'm sorry La, who already has feelings of wanting to have you in our friendship."

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