Painting Your Eye Ball

ROMANTIC PLAN

“WHY you?” Naya, who has been planning revenge since home, stopped her from launching the action. He was standing in front of the class waiting for Cakra to arrive.

“Neither important,” replied Cakra walking bent down while holding his waist.

“Lu, really, suddenly old? Guruk you relapse?” asked Naya origin even though her face showed worry.

“Enak aja lu. Still can you, yes, suck me at a time like this.”

“Yes, so you clear why?”

“Mistake my sleep,” replied Cakra finally.

“Hahaha. Sleeping can be wrong. Didn't learn how to sleep well and properly, anyway, lu.” Naya watched her best friend's waist closely as if a rare object she had just seen for the first time.

“Basic lu! Help,kek!” The thick-lipped man extended his hand.

Plaque! Not that heed, Naya instead slapped Cakra hard.

“Kok you slap me, anyway?” cakra asked in surprise, his reflexes standing upright. The pain in his waist suddenly disappeared.

“Racaine! You wanna try lying to me like yesterday? Pretend to be helped but steal the chance?” spray Naya with the neck looked up.

Cakra. Not daring to look into the eyes of the girl.

“Nnot again, yes. Watch out for you!” Naya scowls. But that makes her even more beautiful. “I was going to teach a lesson to a perverted guy like you. But, since you already got the first lesson by itself, I am kind enough to not addin, deh.”

“Enak aja you said I'm a perverted guy,” protest Cakra not accept. His face was red. Not because of anger, but shame. Embarrassed to admit the reason he pulled Naya that afternoon. He also did not know the courage from which it managed to possess him. There was not the slightest intention to make Naya feel bad. It just happened, without being able to prevent it.

“Lu not accept? Do you think with your affectionate confession to me it could be a ticket for you to curl me up at will? Disappointed I'm the same you.” Naya raised her voice. His heart was too embarrassed to admit that yesterday's events were so hard to forget. His ego said it did not want to say that Cakra's entire struggle had come to the end of the success of his feelings. All of this was so difficult he accepted with a chest. Giving up on feelings is not the feature.

“Nay, I'm sorry for my sassness yesterday. I don't mean to make you low or look for an opportunity. It's all I do because my impulse of feeling is so strong to you. There's a part of my heart that wants to show my affection to you. Honestly, I have no intention at all to do anything. Trust me, Nay.” Cakra held Naya's shoulder until the girl's body was facing her directly.

Naya silently looked at Cakra's eyes. His anger was slowly fading. What was left behind was only a gurgling that was getting tighter. Whether Cakra was conscious or not, it seemed that indeed the man had already occupied an important position in his heart. “Lu already got an idea for our pension, right?” tanya Naya switched the conversation. His eyes blinked repeatedly, then turned to the right side, avoiding Cakra's gaze.

The chakras exhale. Maybe Naya needs some time. At least Naya's emotions had returned to normal. “Udah,” replied Cakra briefly while nodding. He then released Naya's shoulder after wriggling the tiny body.

“Ah, so spoiled, anyway, lu,” taunted Naya then sat Cakra beside her.

“What is the concept?” ask the girl excited.

Cakra instead felt it was just a spirit that Naya had deliberately created to divert their conversation earlier. How could he possibly forget so? You hot girl!

“Lu trust me? It's gonna be cool, deh, we'll. Bentar, yes.” Cakra opened the gray bag with the black front of it in a hurry. After a few minutes of rubbing the contents of his bag, a paper that looks more like a former bag of salted fish was found as well. He proudly showed it to Naya.

“Aaan, here?” Naya looked at the slum paper in wonder mixed with amusement. “Lu want to present the concept, or want to tell me to recycle used paper?”

“Read first why, anyway? Lots of protests lu.”

Reluctantly Naya accepts her paper and examines the abstract. His forehead wrinkled. “Can you bacain for me?” The snub-nosed girl pushed back the paper that was invisible, the catfish was similar to the one with.

“Ngak. I'm the only one who needs to read. You can play guitar. No need to read all guitar keys,” replied Cakra snatch the paper from the handle Naya.

“So why do you love me?” attack Naya sewot. “Begging to exterminate you, huh? Is that a row of guitar keys? I guess the mosquito carcass that you water hardain.”

“Your imagination is very high. Basic imaginary girl!” tease Cakra right on Naya's face. The feeling is still there. He shouldn't have behaved like that, either. Love cannot be forced either. Even if looking for the wrong one, her sudden hug yesterday afternoon should make Naya more angry than she is.

“As of you, deh.” Naya nodded tired. “Now you just know how the concept.”

“Oke.” Small throbbing chakra. Like a businessman who wants to present a brilliant idea. “So, I think rather than you singing, mending you painting aja on stage. We both know, yes. Your voice is so sweet. Tone high a little bit already suffocating, tuh. Kayak cat to her tail.“

“OK. Okay. Don't be insistent. Proceed to the core,” cut Naya upset. If only he had not thought of Cakra's waist still in pain, he would have just picked up the boy.

“Yes you paint, I want you to use guitar while singing.”

Naya. “Bby also, anyway, your idea. I agree.”

“Well, what are your ideas?”

Naya smiled meaningfully. “Gue tell you tomorrow when we practice.”