Papa To Kirana

Chapter 30 Less Sensitive

Whahuh?

He's gone mad. Asking me to wipe his lips. I took a deep breath, because now my heart is beating above normal limits.

“Come,” pinta Alexa waiting. “If you want my lipstick removed, please remove.”

“Remove it yourself. Do you have no hands?”

“If I don't want to?”

“Delete!” my orders are firm.

“You yourself removed,” says Alexa challenging.

I took another breath. Forced. What can I do.

With a slightly trembling hand, I wiped Alexa's lips and my other hand held her chin.

The red color slowly faded as I rubbed the tissue on Alexa's lips. I purposely slowed my movements so that I would have a reason to stare at the old face that had been filling my mind lately.

But unfortunately, I was interrupted by the restaurant waitress who came to our table. I pulled my hand open.

The waitress placed the salad on the table, nodding politely as Alexa smiled in thanks. Then the waitress disappeared.

“Balin, thank you so much for taking me to dinner at this amazing restaurant. I thought we were going to eat at your restaurant.”

“You're the strangest girl I've ever met.”

Alexa was stunned but did not speak.

“If analogized, I gave you a diamond but you asked for a pebble instead. It's a good thing I brought you to eat at a fancy restaurant but you want to eat at a small restaurant,” I mocked.

But Alexa is still Alexa who was never offended by my taunts.

She's cleared her throat, “Not so, Balin. I once asked you to buy food, but I mean, by you buying me a burger in your restaurant alone is enough.”

“Oh, so just want a burger?” tanyaku.

Alexa nods, “Say Rama, burgers at your restaurant are delicious. I was wondering what a burger was.”

“Why not buy it yourself?”

“I think it would be more memorable if the owner of his own restaurant bought it for me.”

Alexa is a girl or what?

Most women would love to be invited by their partners to dinner at an expensive restaurant. He wanted to eat at a middle-class restaurant.

Alexa hastily added, “But I'm happy, you brought me here.”

Come to think of it is also true. Why do I have to go deep? Alexa only asks for food.

“You know why I brought you here?”

Alexa seemed to think for a moment, then shook her head.

“Try thinking why?” bejukku.

Alexa taps her fingers at the table and bites her lower lip. From her eyeballs, I knew Alexa was thinking hard.

“I don't know,” revealed Alexa gave up.

“Before you had dinner like this with another man?”

“Enter.”

“Then what is your relationship with that man?”

I held my breath waiting for Alexa's answer. The girl in front of me was getting confused by my question.

Come on, say girlfriend. Say boyfriend. Boyfriend, lover, or whatever it's called.

“Kakak.”

“What?” i'm flabbergasted.

“I've had dinner like this with my Big Brother.”

Brakes.

I dropped my head on the table, and kicked the table with one hand.

“Oh, now I know,” said Alexa like an SD child who finally managed to find answers to math problems.

“You invited me to dinner like this, because you already thought of me as a sister. Aye right?”

I try to catch my breath, then sit up straight. My mouth is open about to scream, ‘I like you, stupid.’

However, the restaurant waiter came to deliver our order steak.

“Come, eat,” take Alexa after the waitress leaves.

I just glanced at the steak in front of me.

“Do you ever have a girlfriend?” ask me in the end.

Alexa shakes.

Quickly. It is only fitting that he is still innocent in terms of love. Actually, I've never had a boyfriend, but I'm not as innocent as Alexa.

Actually he pretended or really did not know?

I looked at Alexa who cut the steak and devoured it. His eyes widened during the first chew.

“Hm, the steak is delicious. Come dong quickly eaten! Don't look on like that.”

We eat in silence. Twenty minutes passed, until our food was unceasing, we remained silent.

Alexa chose to look at the cityscape while sipping wine occasionally. While I ruffled the hair in frustration.

Late at night, the wind breathed out a bone-chilling cold. The longer the blow gets louder. Gently rubbing Alexa's strung hair.

I saw Alexa rubbing her arm. A sign that he is cold. I took off the suit, then threw it at Alexa.

However, my throw was not precise. My black suit just touched Alexa's shoulder, and fell on the floor.

Alexa flinched, glancing at my suit which was now beside her feet.

“Why was dumped?” ask Alexa.

I didn't throw it away. I threw that suit for you to wear.

I want to scream like that.

“Take and use!” command's short.

Alexa obeyed what I told her to do. The dinner date I expected would be like in the movies is gone already. I held my head up.

Alexa is not sensitive.

Finally we decided to go home and I walked ahead of Alexa. Just a few steps away, Alexa hit me from behind.

I turned around, saw Alexa trying to hold back from yawning.

“Sorry, I'm sleepy,” he said.

I offered my arm, intent on noble so that Alexa could step while holding my arm towards the car. But he chose to close himself to the wall.

“Come, Balin. We home. I've been dying to be in my soft mattress, ” muttered Alexa who walked while propping herself up against the restaurant wall.

Instantly behind Alexa, I immediately punched the cold wall.

Damnit. He prefers walls to me.

 

***

 

We were in front of my house too. I turned off the car engine, turned to Alexa who was fast asleep in the car.

I shook Alexa's body to wake up, but she just muttered softly, keeping her eyes closed.

“Hey, wake! We have arrived.”

Alexa muttered again. Curling up the body to find a comfortable position to sleep.

“You think my car is a hotel room what?” I am getting increasingly angry.

In my attempt to wake Alexa up, I smelled strawberries. Out of curiosity I drew myself closer to the side of the girl's slumbering neck.

I inhaled a deep breath. That's right, fragrant strawberry ranum mixed with floral aroma.

What perfume is she wearing?

Then my eyes were glued to Alexa's curly hair. I touched that hair. Examined it.

Why in the world are there people with curly hair? Is this her real hair?

Mom's hair is straight, Karina too. But this. Straight from the root of the hair, yet coiled like a spiral at the end of the hair. I played Alexa's hair by rolling it on my finger.

“What are you doing?” sounds of Alexa.