Not Ordinary Slant

Sixteen

After Rafka's departure, Gya pulls out his phone from his pocket, and appears to be typing something. Not long after, Rafish did the same. He checks his phone and apparently Gya sends him a message.

Agya Sofia

Can I talk to you for a second?

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Rafish did not type a reply message. He just turned his body slowly, then disappeared from the second floor veranda. Not long after, the front door of the Rafish residence opened and the handsome young man appeared from there with casual steps. Both of his hands slid into his pants pocket with eyes glaring at Gya with an unreadable look.

Slowly he stepped foot near Gya who was still standing near the guardrail of their house. "Speak in here?"

"Here you go," replied Gya slowly. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but everything must be decided immediately.

He did not want to be as greedy as Silvia had accused him of. He does not want to hurt anyone. Although he knows, Rafish is almost never serious. However, Gya knows for sure that Rafish has never messed with his heart.

"Mas Rafka .. intends to propose to me."

Rafish did not look surprised. His gaze still looks illegible. But slowly he lowered his gaze. Occasionally his legs swayed to kick slowly the edges of the ornamental grass below.

"The answer is two weeks away" continued Gya carefully.

Rafish still did not react. The thick-browed youth only seemed to be scratching his brows with his index finger. "Then?"

"Someone I want to make sure of."

This time Rafish raised his gaze, looking at Gya who suddenly choked. "What?"

"You ... are serious about how you feel about me?"

The young man who was sparingly talking today did not immediately reply. However, his gaze turned sharp and cold as he said, "I've never joked about that matter."

There is another side that Gya just learned from a Rafish. The side he has never shown.

"It's only natural that you doubt. My life is not convincing."

"Rafish?"

Gya's forehead is wrinkled.

"I tried to tell you everything."

Gya increasingly does not understand. When's? He wanted to ask, but Rafish interrupted.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Rafish's tone of voice sounded less pleasant, making Gya undo his intentions.

Gya's attention is suddenly distracted by Rafish's performance. He only realized that the young man who was cold to him looked very neat.

A navy long-sleeved shirt paired with beige chino pants makes the Rafish look more mature. In fact, the leather jacket seems to have been draped on a motorcycle parked in the yard.

"You want to go?" ask Gya after glancing at the sport bike.

"If there's nothing you want to talk about anymore, I'm leaving." Without waiting for Gya's reply, Rafish twisted her body. Then, step closer to the motorcycle, then grab the black leather jacket and wear it.

Somehow seeing the cold treatment Rafish made Gya feel unhappy. He looked at Rafish's back sharply, then a little annoyedly said, "I just want to say, from now on we don't have to see you again!"

Gya's breath seemed to hunt after saying the sentence. His eyes were still faithfully staring at Rafish's back. He was curious about the response.

Although Rafish has not turned his body, but the movement of the young man when wearing a jacket looks slowed. It was obvious that Gya's words were bothering him.

"OK," Rafish replied briefly after pulling the jacket zipper. Without looking, Rafish responded to Gya's request, causing the girl behind the fence to widen her eyes.

Not finished with his surprise, Gya was increasingly made inexhaustible when he saw Rafish wearing a helmet and riding his motorcycle. Then, slide out of the house with impolite speed. He didn't even look at Gya once.

The grim young man was now no longer visible, disappearing in the corner of the complex street. Only the sound of the roar of his motorcycle was heard growing farther away.

He's still stuck behind the fence. His lips were tightly clenched with eyes still looking at the remains of Rafish's departure, to the end of the road. There was a corner of his heart that felt sore. There was a great protest created in his mind, "Why didn't Rafish refuse his request?"

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