Love Comes Because of the Unaccustomed

Motorcycle

“ Lo why is gini day already hanging out at my hostel? “ greet Paris as she sees her husband standing next to Agam's KLX motor while crossing both legs.

It is very special not to say hello to a man who has been a husband since one year ago with such a style of speech. If it wasn't Paris, no one would have dared.

“ Just got home? “ ask Agam with his best smile. Contrary to the look of the face of judes and ketus the wife.

“ Lo see for yourself, I still wear uniforms, still carry a bag kayak gini. “ replied Paris ketus. But Agam still gave his smile.

“ Have lunch? “ ask Agam back.

“ Not yet. Want to change clothes by putting a bag first just looking for food. “ replied Paris.

“ Yes already, change clothes first there. I'm waiting here. We find lunch together. “ said Agam. Without replying to Agam, Paris entered his boarding house. Not until fifteen minutes, Paris out while carrying his motorcycle. When visiting the campus earlier, Paris did not bring his favorite motorcycle because of the position of the campus and its adjacent boarding place.

“ Why bring motor ? “ ask Agam.

“ Said want to find a meal. “ replied Paris relaxed.

“ Balikin motor. We perhi together. Use my motor. “ said Agam firmly indisputable. And finally Paris brought his bike back inside. Paris could at least refute Agam if Agam was already in serious and indisputable fashion. A faint smile rose from both corners of Agam's lips as he watched Paris bring his motorbike back in. I am grateful, at least, Paris is willing to hear his words at this time. What a wonderful development for Agam.

“ Yes already, let's hunt off. Hunting laper. “ says Paris ketus.

Agam smiled, then he put on his full face helmet and rode the bike, then started it. After the motor machine life. Paris immediately went up to the back seat. Because of the Agam trail bike, so Paris had to sit very close to Agam. It makes Paris a little upset.

“ You know you want to eat lunch. Why not bring a car anyway. “ grumbled Paris while confirming his sitting position behind Agam.

“ Just sit down. Keep on not forgetting the tight grip. Don't you grumble. Beware, entar fell. “ said Agam who heard the grunts of his wife. Indeed today Agam deliberately brought his trail bike.

“ Apaan anyway. “ protest Paris. He did not hold on to Agam. He put both his hands on his own two thighs.

Agam who wanted to prank his wife, and indeed he wanted his wife to hug him, began to run his bike a little fast and make Paris surprised, and almost fell backwards. Fortunately, he immediately held on to Agam's waist by holding the shirt that Agam wore.

“ WANT TO MAKE ME WRETCHED, LO ? “ screeches Paris. “ DELIBERATELY WANT TO MAKE ME FRACTURED, YES? “ he continued no less hard than his first words.

“ Hence handle. Let's keep. Not falling and breaking bones. “ said Agam while chuckling slowly.

“ Slowly why the hell? “ grousers Paris.

“ Intar if I run the motor slowly, in say like a snail? At that time I did not bring a motorbike. Serba salah deh. “ protest Agam pretend.

“ Want a handle ? “ ask Agam.

“ This is also already a handle, bring. “ said Paris which was from earlier he held both ends of the Agam shirt.

Agam stopped the bike. “ Want to fall again? “ tanyanya. Then he took both of Paris's hands and looped into her belly with a slight pull of Paris' hands a little tight. “ Kayak gini handle so as not to fall. “ he said.

Paris pursed her lips. And it was seen from the rearview mirror by Agam. Smiling to see it. Although Paris looked annoyed, but he did not take off his hand that was coiled in Agam's stomach. Agam then run back the bike quite fast. Fits Paris's likes of course. Agam runs his motorbike through the thick and thin streets of Bandung city. While Paris hugged Agam's waist tightly.

After tidying up his helmet, Agam immediately entered the restaurant following Paris who was seen sitting down while choosing his lunch menu regardless of her newly arrived husband and sitting in front of him.

“ Buruan lo want to eat what. I've starved this. “ said Paris while thrusting the menu book that had been held in front of Agam. Then he wrote the menu he chose on a piece of paper that had been given by a waiter. I immediately opened the menu book.

“ Lo want to eat what? “

“ Same as you ordered. “ replied Agam.

“ Do you know what I want to eat ? “ asks Paris while squinting one eye.

“ Double tenderloin steak, same chocolate milkshake. Isn't that right ? “ said Agam.

“ Sok know. “ murmured Paris while lowering back his head while re-writing the menu.

‘ How can he know if here must be the menu message anyway? Intentional or what? ‘ murmured Paris in heart. ‘ Ah, bodo highly. ‘ he continued.

“ Paris, we are married one year ago. When can you talk to me without me. When can you wear me you think you're talking to your family again? Hem ? “ ask Agam after the waiter takes their order notes.

Paris sniffed her shoulders. “ Entry. If I'm in the mood. “ he replied.

Agam heaved a heavy sigh hearing the answer from Paris. He's asked Paris many times to talk without me. But Paris's answer is always the same.

“ When can you accept me as your husband? “ ask Agam back.

“ sometime. “ Reply Paris origin.

Sick, of course. Disappointed, don't ask again. That's how Agam feels right now. His patience with a Parisian for one year has still not produced anything. Everything is still the same.

“ Paris, you used to agree when I said that we will be friends first, only after that we will be dating, and after that we just live our marriage. But until one year of our marriage, our relationship did not develop at all. Don't date. Being your friend only you do not allow me. “ said Agam with a tone of voice full of disappointment.

“ Have we not been friends all this time? “ said Paris still with a tone of voice.

“ What kind of friends do you mean? If we are friends, why are you always angry and dislike when I come to you? You always talk to me. Can't you speak in the same usual tone of voice as me ? “ protest Agam.

“ I have been like this since. My tone is like this too. My face also judges like gini. It is lebay. “

“ No. I see your attitude and your style of speaking to me the same to your other friends is different. Is that what your heart hates about me ? To be a little sweet to me is so hard ? “ asked Agam while looking at the face of Paris who had been reluctant to look at him.

Paris was silent this time. He was confused as to what to answer. He does not hate Agam. But his pride and selfishness are too high to admit if he actually likes the figure of Agam.

This figure who had been there for a year was always there for him. Always watching. Always put her together. But the Paris fortress is too high to see all that.

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