My Match On The Place Kkn

4

Geck... Geck... Tock....

"There is a man in front of the gate. He said temen you"

His eyes are still reluctant to be opened, after performing the morning prayer Tasya chose to sleep again because today he has no activities on campus.

Tasya only nodded when the door was knocked on by Rosa, her boarding friend. He didn't hear a notification on his phone because he put his phone on the desk.

The girl who was still in her pajamas walked to the study table to check who was waiting for her. He felt he had made no promises today.

"Iqbal?" he murmured, he rubbed his eyes still hesitating.

"what's he calling me?" tasya was still confused.

Not wanting to make the freak man wait a long time, Tasya immediately headed for the bathroom. He washed his face and changed into polite clothes.

He stepped towards the fence. There was a man wearing a dark blue shirt standing there, Tasya immediately approached him.

" Iqbal" he called, the man was staring at the cell phone.

Hearing his name being called, the man who could be said to be handsome turned his head. He smiled at Tasya.

Serr.....

There is a strange feeling when you get a greeting in the form of a smile.

Ahhh what the hell, Inner Tasya.

"What are you here for?"

"Don't you read our group chat?" Tasya shook his head. Iqbal just smiled looking at her innocent behavior.

" We have to find some necessities for the preparation of KKN. All tasks have been divided, because our residence is deket. I'm the same you get the same job" he explained.

Ahhh believes that it is only Iqbal's mind.

"Oh that? I slept last night" Iqbal nodded.

" Yaudah, I'm ready. You wait here or come in?" Tasya opened the gate wider, allowing Iqbal to enter.

" Can you?" he hesitated to enter a boarding house whose residents were only women.

" Could you wait in the lobby here." Tasya walked first and Iqbal followed behind.

Tasya continued his steps towards the room while Iqbal sat on the chair that had been provided.

About 30 minutes Tasya went down, he was done preparing. Iqbal heard the footsteps of someone he believed was Tasya. His gaze was fixed on the sound of those footsteps. Iqbal made gawking, fortunately he had closed his mouth if it was not certain the saliva fell spontaneously.

"Let's go" Take Tasya, Iqbal is aware of his daydream.

"Oh... Come on!" Answer stuttered.

Tasya felt clumsy, he felt strange with Iqbal's gaze.

"Pretty Tasy" Praise Iqbal.

The girl wearing the matching dress and veil blushed in embarrassment. His heart also beat very fast when it got that praise from Iqbal.

Tasya simply smiled in response to Iqbal's praise.

" Here you go" Invite him to divert his embarrassment. Iqbal nodded without removing his smile.

"Udah bal don't keep smiling. I'm ashamed ahhh" Tasya protested. The vow! He was really embarrassed to look at Iqbal.

Iqbal turned his eyes. It was enough to make Tasya's face red, very adorable.

the handsome man with a neat cheer opened the driver's side door for tasya. He allowed the girl to enter first. Tasya nodded her head as a form of gratitude.

" What should we look for Iqbal. I'm sorry I didn't open the phone" asked Tasya when the car was running a few meters.

" The son told us to buy groceries at the supermarket. Before we go shopping, breakfast is good! You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Tasya nodded his head in agreement. The man smiled at Tasya's nod. There is a chance to buy longer for both with his heart. He truly thanked the Son.

"What do you like eating Tasya?"

"Whatever bal. I followed you."

"Okay, shall we eat chicken porridge? You want to, right? Bargain again. Iqbal was really afraid that Tasya would not fit in with such a meal.

While heading to the dining area, they occasionally chatted. It turns out Tasya is a fun girl. He wasn't as arrogant as the first time he met. It's possible that Tasya is still uncomfortable with new men, especially Iqbal from the beginning always looking for his attention.

Iqbal occasionally glanced at the girl beside him. The girl looked so beautiful, her aura so radiated. Her face is clean white with pliable eyelashes, especially the brown Tasya eyeballs add beauty to her face.

Tasya was a little clumsy, he knew that Iqbal always looked at him when he was talking. But luckily Tasya was able to manage his feelings, so he didn't look so tense.

" Oh yeah by the way you majored in what Tasy? I forgot to ask"

" I'm taking bal medicine. What if you were majoring?"

" I'm mechanical engineering. Usually, boys take the "answer technique next to a smile. Tasya is just a mangut.

Arriving at the red light, the atmosphere was quite tense as the two of them ran out of talking materials. Iqbal faced forward and Tasya glanced sideways. What a little stiff atmosphere.

" Iqbal "

" The Tasya "

Say them together. Why is it like this? Intentions want to break the silence even simultaneously. Iqbal scratched his non-itchy hair.

" You used to be Tasy? What was? " continued Iqbal.

" Emmm where are we shopping? " Tanya Tasya's. She was really missing the question she was going to ask. Tasya's shy, brain blank.

Iqbal smiled, he knew that Tasya would not ask because they had discussed going to the supermarket F.

His smile was still not lost, Iqbal felt funny to see Tasya who was too embarrassed. While the girl turned to the side so that Iqbal did not see her red face.

" We had agreed to go to supermarket F" Iqbal explained. Tasya cursed to himself, he was really embarrassed.

" Oh, I forgot!" his answer was accompanied by a shy smile

Ahhh Tasya why Lo is so adorable, inner Iqbal.

" We ate there!" Iqbal pointed to a chicken porridge shop beside the highway. Chicken porridge is famous and has also become a subscription. Tasya just nodded his head.

" The chicken porridge pack is special two equal warm teas "

"ready mas Iqbal" replied the seller who looked very familiar with Iqbal.

They both sit at the end of the bench so that other buyers do not pass because this store includes a chicken porridge shop that is famous for being a lot of visitors.

As they waited, their orders finally arrived.

"The girl, huh? " ask the middle-aged man and the seller.

" Please pray, "Iqbal replied in a whisper but his voice was deliberately hardened so that Tasya could hear. The salesman glanced at Tasya with a smile, the girl just smiled then lowered her head.

"What the hell bal" Tasya said as the seller returned to work. Iqbal just smiled seeing Tasya's response.

"Disn't Tasy? " Iqbal shifted the atmosphere so that Tasya felt comfortable.

The girl nodded her head, seeing Tasya enjoying her breakfast menu. She is not a picky type of girl, so eating in an ordinary shop Tasya enjoy.

" Sorry yes Tasy if you are not comfortable with my answer earlier. I was kidding . I don't want to be mocked by Mr. Budi. He always said that I was handsome but not good" said Iqbal. He did not want Tasya to feel uncomfortable with the answer, but all lies. He does have feelings for the girl and hopes that one day Tasya can complete his life.

" Yes gapapa bal. Don't you have a girl? I don't believe it".

Guys as famous as Iqbal can't possibly not have a girlfriend. He's handsome and well-established like him. There can't be a woman who rejects her charm. Tasya who interacted for a few days already felt strange because he was so attentive.

Ahhhh what the hell is this feeling of mine. Like a child abege aja, Inner Tasya refused.

"Really Tasy. You must think I'm a fuckboy, right?"

Huh!

Tasya belied, why Iqbal could read his mind, Tasya felt guilty.

" Gapapa really is that. Is it wrong to be a humble guy?" Iqbal let out his breath.

"Eng... Not the bal. I never thought of it that way"

" You're a good man"

Iqbal smiled looking at the bewildered and guilt-ridden Tasya. He was happy to see Tasya who was overwhelmed.

" It's easy" answered Iqbal