Me, You and Dusk
8.Revealed smouldering
Adira had finished replacing the shirt with a casual stelan, white shirt short sleeves, with jeans navi.Dira pinched her hair so, showing her white neck.
Dira picked up the army jacket and hat on the hanger behind the door, and rushed out. Before going away he still ensures his appearance on the glass, do not forget he smeared a little powder and lipstick. Then sprayed the perfume all over his body.
Arriving at the terrace Adira glanced right and left, looking for the figure of Andri.
"Yesy...!". Andri surprises Adira from behind.
" Yyyyy...!". Peeked Dira in surprise. Dira hit Andri for his prank.
Andri laughed out loud, taking her out of the post. They set off their motor to hurry to find food.
"We're buying something to eat there or to get a diposko?". Tanya Dira to Andri who is focusing on riding the bike.
" We eat in the post, because our treasurer has already nitip our meal money. So, I invite you to scream. Let's cut the rice in the back!". Andri said with a laugh.
"Ngajakin Dira just make rice? ihhh Andri tega deh,nganguni Dira only for nemanin bring rice only. Don't be beautiful anymore!". Degus Dira was upset, and he accidentally hit Andri's back. Andri just laughed looking at the behavior of the girl behind her through the rearview mirror.
They buy food for all the colleagues in the post, Andri put rice in the wide motorcycle seat. Then, he took Adira to a stall.
" Ice creammmm!". Pekik Dira excited like a child.
"Let's dir, andri treat the ice cream?". Take Andri, let Adira come in after she opens the door. Dira nodded in agreement.
They ordered a bowl of vanilla chocolate ice cream with a lot of toppings. Andri unknowingly touched Adira's left hand . Adira looked over and immediately pulled her hand.
" Don't.don't.don't show up now. ". Inner Dira, for a moment his psychosomatic recurred.
Cold sweat came out from his skin pores, his eyes were already shaking violently. He took off the spoon he held. Andri saw Adira's different gels directly approaching the girl.
" Stop! ". Said someone from the outside, until Andri turned to look at him.
" A..!". Andri was surprised.
Bruck..
his body almost hit the floor, Andri immediately greeted the girl's waist. Isan helps Andri open the door, they immediately take Adira to the hospital by car, who previously asked for help with one of the visiting people.
Infusion hose attached to the vein of Dira's hand. Andri still looks faithful to keep Adira until awake. Secrets like anything when hidden are finally revealed as well. Adira's psychic problem is already known by Andri from the doctor and also Isan. But not the story behind his psychosomatic.
Isan came home, took Andri's bike. Because in the motorcycle seat there is food that must be eaten immediately. Isan felt Andri deliberately kept him away from the girl.
Andri grasped Adira's fingers, which were still unconscious. The girl was so helpless. There is a sense of pity and curiosity at once in the mind of Andri.
What kind of problems make an Adira like this, and what kind of person who takes the smile and laughter of this cute girl.
Andri felt very tired, so he fell asleep by continuing to hold Adira's fingers. Adira's fingers began to move. Netra black adira began to open up, his view has not been as killing focus. He felt his hands heavy, and looked.
"Andre...". He said softly, not even heard at all.
Dira was about to touch Andri's messy hair. However, Andri's move suggests he's waking up soon. Adira pulled back her hand and closed her eyes.
" Dir.ayo get up, don't be like this. Seriously, if you're gini torture me so much!". Andri lirih said, while kissing Adira's fingers.
Adira opened her eyes, her eyes glazed and shed tears. Andri saw it immediately embraced Adira's body.
"Ssttttt .don't cry, you can't cry. Ugly knows! You can tell me everything and anytime. Don't be quiet anymore, you have me who cares!". Said Andri while stroking Dira's back gently.
The sobs of Adira increasingly broke, he held Andri's embrace until he fell asleep again.
Seriate..
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