My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant

Completely Your Fault's

Naja moving in a cloth so warm. His eyeballs move in closed eyelids. Trying to gather memories and energy that wander during sleep. At this time Naja is not even able to move his hand just to shift the item in detail. Fat and tired as if walking a long way.

Ai's shadow flipped over her body feeling real and incised pain in Naja's heart. In the darkness of the view, Naja bit her lips to hold her bitter. Ai's expression that was so shocked and disappointed made Naja's cry could no longer be dammed. Sealed but Naja's body shook, even Naja had to silence her mouth to dampen her sobbing. If only Naja's memory hadn't realized that she was married to a man, Naja would have shouted to her Ai, but right now she doesn't even have face to face with her beloved Ai. Yes, after a pseudo-shadow that says they are not in line, now Naja realizes that she still loves the man who since High School in her admiration.

Naja getting harder and harder, aground already first love predicted by himself as the first love story that became real. But the way of life depends not on the myth or the word of a few men, but on the surprise of the Almighty. His surprise sometimes felt heavy. Although it has been asserted, that every difficulty is always included with it the way of convenience. Yes, the path is easy, which is to accept with resignation.

No matter how long, Naja was still loyal with tears and her reluctant eyes opened. Ignoring the wrinkle of his stomach that full day filled nothing even a drop of water. His body was full, full of pain and burdens of life.

Now Naja decides that he will end his story with Ai, not wanting to get the man into trouble for ignoring Mama. True Linda said, she is not the right woman for Ai, and that is evident now. When Ai fought for him, when Ai was ready to coup Mama, Naja instead did the opposite. Naja leaves Ai with a million wishes for her.

“Sorry Ai ...,” says Naja finally. His throat was so dry that his voice was almost stuck. Slowly the eyelids are open, as wide as the eyes of the laron. Crying for too long makes her eyelids swell.

His first appearance when his body is parallel to the headboard of the bed is the man he immediately hated. Putting disaster on someone else's life plan. Yes, the destroyer was sleeping soundly, as if he had done nothing wrong. Naja was grieving with his upper lip raised.

Naja lowered his legs, tracing the slippery floor glittering barefoot, even though there was footwear that was already available at the foot of the bed. It was cold but it was like a stream of ice that drove away the boiling hot air that ruled over him.

Swapping her own hair loop that was adorned with purple-colored live flowers. The flower looked crumpled and broken on its crown. Grunt the available trash, leaving his back brown hair loosely. Spreading again the bangs that have been pulled over with one fast pony.

When his steps arrived at the side of the sofa, Naja paused for a moment. Staring at the stiff man who was wading through the dream calmly, even though the sofa seemed to make it less comfortable. Once again a critical smile was pinned on Naja's lips, before again swinging a step into the bathroom.

Sighs in and then starts the ritual bath that no matter how long it soon ends. Concluding the ropes on the bathrobe that had lined his body, Naja exited the bathroom.

Sitting upright, with the look of –wicking– messy, Naja ignored the man who glanced at her. Passing by and then tearing his body on the bed opposite the sofa.

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Excel awakens when the glare of the afternoon sun penetrates his eyelids. Jolted by the memory of Naja, Excel rushes to his feet. The bed was already deserted from the breath of its inhabitants.

"Where is he?" Excel sharpens the eyes, upholds the ear lobe, the man's mind suddenly clouded by prejudice.

"Snow?" excel forehead wrinkled deep. Lamat-goar heard the sound of water splashing from the bathroom which apparently was not closed perfectly. The man breathed a sigh of relief as he thought, the woman who only a few hours ago officially belonged to him chose to run away from him.

“Basic sloppy.” Excel grunts while getting up and closing the bathroom door. Not before the fragrant aroma and shadowy hides of Naja bounced on Excel's eye sill accidentally.

Excel clucked, his cheeks felt hot, due to exposure to the afternoon sun, visit Excel while then, re-tapping his body on the sofa. Grunts, then grabs the phone lying under the sofa. Excel spends its energy at work - even though it's not a workaholic - so when it's doing nothing, its eyes feel heavy and tired, the body felt the comfort of a nap that he almost never did before. Even the work he had intentionally requested from Rega was still intact and contained in his email inbox.

The fragrance again danced at the tip of Excel's nose, entering with the air inhaled by it. However, Excel immediately threw it away violently. Do not want the smell to crawl himself, master and rule.

However, curiosity about the girl's state, which lingered behind her, made Excel's tail move to glance at Naja. The girl was looking at him with eyes full, hatred creeping through those eyes.

Still staring at Naja who did not ignore him, Excel followed Naja's movements and steps until he reached the edge of the bed. I don't know what the woman was thinking, other than hate for her. That guy maybe? What was their relationship like before? Excel hasn't even seen them spend time together. Ah wait .. indeed when does he care about Naja?

“Borrow your phone!” simply Exclaim without looking at Excel. After thinking and weighing, finally said the word. Yeah, Naja doesn't want to wear a bathrobe all his time here. Makes it uncomfortable.

Excel frowned. “for what?” tanyanya.

“I asked for what, not no! Where is your phone?” Annoyed by Naja's behavior, Excel raised his voice.

Just move and turn to face Excel, “have you forgotten? I came here empty-handed, of course my things are still in that house!” naja's expression was completely unfriendly and annoyed. Doesn't he know that?

Excel looked down at Naja, his originally upright body now leaning back leisurely. “Did your vision begin to blur? Don't you see what all that is?” Excel points at the end of the sofa with its chin.

“Why not tell me, you'll know I need it!” Naja stomped her feet, feeling played with by Excel.

“I was just about to tell you, but you're already angry first! I thought you were going to use your phone to contact the man who claimed to be your lover!” excel Speech.

“She is indeed my lover ...,” Naja stopped in front of Excel, her gaze unsettled. Like a lion who was disturbed by his sleep, Naja again remembered Ai, remember her pain, “And you made me lose her, forever!” he said it was full of emphasis.

Excel freezes. His heart was like being gripped by an invisible hand, squeezing until it was painful. Is that as big a mistake as that? Moreover, seeing Naja who looked like kembis pulled over the crying that almost poured out again. The guilt in Excel rolls up is getting bigger. Either way, seeing that the woman looked hurt, Excel suddenly felt bad and stupid.

Naja grabs her belongings roughly, taking her to the bathroom to dress properly. Also spilled a clear liquid that started to boil and felt hot in his eyes.

Naja dressed with tears. Even he had to stop for a while to calm his heart. Look up to pull back the water that has taken the queue down. The pain was stabbing, and there was no cure. It may gap or rot, until it may be amputated.

Naja's hand stretched out, pulling the door open after drying the trail of weakness left behind and ending with a slow breath. It tiptoed when it almost hit the body in front of him, but he immediately normalized his expression.

“Eat .. I ordered the food! Your medicine is on the nightstand. Read carefully the rules of drinking, I have not seen it before.”

Naja raised his face, his bead moved to find out the meaning of Excel speech. During this time, Naja had never heard Excel talk much so that when his voice still sounded cold but implied care and honesty, Naja felt Excel was showing itself.

Or maybe just a feeling?

Or is that really the nature of Excel?

Worse, he just felt guilty for his actions?

Just setting aside his body so as not to bump into Excel, spaced that close, made him uncomfortable. Pass by without responding to Excel's speech, then land his body on the sofa. Excel stared at the back of Naja's body. I don't know, Excel took a slow breath, it's completely his fault.

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