My Beloved Arana's

Chapter 22: How About You, Honey?

"Thank you! The food is delicious." Arana said unconsciously. His habit since childhood to always say thank you after enjoying food makes him always not miss to say so when his stomach is filled.

Alva looked up and smiled. "Happy? Does the food fit your tongue?"

Arana nodded, not hiding her satisfaction of the delicious food she had just enjoyed. In any case, with his former circumstances, the thought of enjoying a delicious meal in the class of a 5-star restaurant was almost devoid of such a desire. Looking at the dirty plate she had just used, Arana had obvious doubts. Does he have to wash his dishes? But, Alana had never done a job like this. Alana says clearly, that her skin is sensitive to soap, and even her bath soap is the skin doctor's choice of soap. Arana struggled with her doubts for half a minute, before her inner voice whispered to her to clean up what she had made dirty.

Arana glanced at Alva who was using earphones and seemed to be talking to someone. The girl hurriedly grabbed her plate and stepped towards the sink. He turned on the faucet and flushed the dishes under the water, taking the soapy sponge and with lightning movements washing the dishes. Before rinsing it and putting it on the shelf.

Looking back, Arana saw Alva still struggling with her phone, and the girl heaved a sigh of relief. Drying her hands, she stepped back into her room after making sure Alva was really still busy.

He needs rest.

What he didn't realize was, just as he stepped up, Alva turned her head. Look at the dining table, without a word.

...***...

Arana was unable to sleep when she felt the bed creak half an hour later after she ate. He lay down on his back to Alva who had just taken out a part of the bed and a blanket. Arana's heart beats faster. Between nervousness, anxiety and shame, everything is mixed up. Arana had never been this close to a man she had even known for some time.

When a pair of sturdy arms wrapped around her waist, Arana's body stiffened. But he tried to stay calm and maintain the image of the sleeping person he is doing at this time.

Arana regulated her breathing as naturally and calmly as possible. Letting Alva channel the warmth from a pair of firm hands that hugged gently. Truly carrying a feeling of comfort and warmth, but given that this was once a fake, Arana felt very guilty towards Alva. Oh, however, he's not someone Alva loves. If until Alva finds out that he is someone else, Arana is worried that Alva will immediately expel him, Arana is sure. If it wasn't for the information from Alana, Arana was sure she was already on the street this second.

Oh, naw. There's still Amber.

"You haven't slept?" Questions that were more like that statement made Arana's inner jerk. He doubted whether he should say no or not. Oh wait, where there are sleeping people answer already when asked whether they have slept or not.

"Not yet."

In the end, he said yet in a soft voice. It seemed that Alva asked because she realized that she had not slept. And Arana feels that her acting sleep has never been that good since she was with Amber. If he pretends to sleep, Amber can always guess him and ends up dealing with Amber, playing card games and ToD overnight while staying together.

"Can't sleep?" Alva's voice echoed softly in his hearing. Her warm breath was spouted behind her ears, and brought a significant impact to the girl. Arana could feel her heart beating fast, and her face involuntarily flushed red. Too close!

Arana shook her head with a crying face, almost confused to say what. "Maybe."

"Want to talk to me?" Alva's question made Arana hesitate for a moment, before turning around. Arana thinks she needs more information about Alva than Alana tells her. Indeed, what Alana said was not enough to help her know what Alva liked and what her daily activities were. So he nodded, "You."

Alva weaves Arana in her arms as she nods her head. "Do you have any recommendations on what we're going to break?"

"Umm, how about you?"

Alva raised her eyebrows in a tone asking, "Of mine?"

Arana nodded her head with a big smile. "I want to know more about you."

Arana slightly coughed at the super sweet call. Before opening his lips, he asked. "When you eat breakfast, do you prefer heavy or light meals?"

"Em, I prefer snacks." Answer Alva. "Example?"

"Sausage and bread?"

Arana nodded her head in understanding. American breakfast's. Arana also likes it, especially sausages with a slightly spicy dip of sauce. That's delicious!

Arana opened her lips again. "Who's your closest friend?"

"Erlan of course. We've been friends for a long time." Alva's words surprised Arana.

"Oh yeah? You friendly? But Erlan worked as your assistant, right?" Arana is purely curious.

Alva nodded. "We've been friends since we were in elementary school. His father was the owner of a large hospital while his mother was also a doctor. He was actually asked to become a doctor, but he was never interested in the health field."

Arana nodded her head understandingly. He just found out that Erlan is Alva's best friend. Alana never said it. Arana had guessed, Alana's information was incomplete or even just a little. Well, she only knew about Alva when she was with him. It seems that Alana, never asked and chatted like this together with Alva.

"But Erlan was like that, huh? Cuckoo and look cold?" Tanya Arana in the middle of her curiosity.

Alva laughed, "You know what? Actually, Erlan was an expert comedian when you got close to her."

Arana flashes. "really?"

Alva nodded her head. "One day at High School, he once showed off his beloved hello kitty shirt to all his classmates. He even undressed in the middle of the blanks when punished for being late. When asked why she was late, she said she was helping grandmothers on the street and getting kissed. Even the red lipstick and the wrinkled lips stuck clearly on her cheeks.Everyone laughed at her because the lipstick was still there the next day."

Arana nodded, before laughing. He knows what it's like to be Erlan.

She was seven years old when her grandmother, wearing red lipstick, kissed her on the ground. His friends laughed at him, and in the end he was ashamed of the kiss. But she was not ashamed because of her grandmother, she was embarrassed because the lipstick lasted 3 days on her forehead.

Oh, grandma's lipstick is so durable.

"It's funny." His laughter just slid off.

Unfortunately he did not realize, that Alva's lips were silent into a straight line. His gaze was fixed on him, with a pair of cold beads without the slightest bit of warmth.

"What about you, baby?"