Rinai Longs from the Sky

Scutum

Loving secretly can be both fun and torturous.

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I woke up after a few seconds of silence. He blinked a few times. "Eh, it means really good, yes, I'm back now," he said rather salting.

"Yes. Thanks, yeah."

Bara nodded with a smile.

Dira tilts his head to talk to Kevin. "Kevin, let's say thanks to Om."

"Thank you, Papa," said Kevin without turning his head. He's busy taking off kangen with the Batman.

Again papa, making Bara laugh amusedly.

"Duh, sorry, yeah. He is, who is called Papa. The male personnel here are also called all papa."

"Oh that's it." Mangosteen coals. "Honestly, the time at the mall was quite shocked, but not anymore. Count the habit before you really become papa."

They laugh.

"Maaa, ester ...," whined Kevin then.

"Well, he remembered. Kirain forgot after meeting Batman." Dira's little laugh was on the air.

"Ester?" Bara frowning.

"I mean ice jars."

Bara oozed without a sound, then grimaced while shaking towards Kevin.

"She likes to eat ice there." Dira pointed at a green painted shop across the street.

Bara straightened his back and followed Dira's index finger.

"You're cobain?"

Bara. A bowl of hot-hot iced jars like this is certainly very delicious. But ... Bara felt that there would be something wrong if he followed Dira's invitation.

"Yeah!" Dira had risen from his seat. "I treat. Counting thank you for coming here just to turn Batman."

If only Dira knew, not only that.

Although still having difficulty speaking, Bara finally stood up and began to walk side by side with Dira and also Kevin who looked impatient.

***

Maybe it's been hundreds of times at seven past fifteen minutes like now Rana through it with Bara. Conceded by the man to work it still feels as good as the first time. Rana is determined to improve morals, becoming a full Muslim figure. But to refuse to come into direct contact with a man who is not a mahram, he has not yet arrived at that point. In fact, he was too bad to refuse to sip the distinctive aroma of Bara's body coming out of his back, also from small movements as the man turned his head left-right to notice something on the side of the road. Loving secretly turns out to be fun at once as tormenting as this.

Usually Bara will chatter anything. About his writings, about his efforts penetrated certain media, about his feelings when receiving rejection emails, about his activities on campus, to the character of his friends. Yeah, up to that chirping stage. But not this morning. He looked lethargic and suddenly became quiet. Actually Rana knew the cause, but he could not do anything about it. Let it go, until Bara finds a strong reason, why should this heart be for someone he just knew. Because she reminded him of Luna? If so, is it just a bottle of gasoline? Then, isn't there a little attention Rana has been all this time that also reminds her of Luna? Ah, what exactly is the figure of the little girl? Rana really wants to be a duplicate.

Bara certainly doesn't want to be like this. This is so wrong. Especially when you think about yesterday afternoon. Dira's right, the ice in front of his office is really good. But that is not what makes Bara continue to be imagined. But because he enjoyed it with a woman who was already a mother. It's not wrong, they're just friends, right? But the feeling of not necessarily too quickly infects the entire Bara's heart cell. Now he has to fight hard to get rid of it.

***

As usual, Rana arrived almost simultaneously with Bian. This time Bian was a few seconds faster. He had already gotten out of the car when the typical sound of the matic Bara filled the morning sheet in the courtyard of Sakura Shop.

Rana got off the motor while frowning, sharpening her vision. He approached a few steps to make sure, the man who is still standing next to his car is really Bian.

While Bara just smiled while giving a thumbs up as Bian stared at her. She did not expect the man to follow her advice so quickly. One thing Bara could read in this situation, Bian's intention to approach Rana was not playful.

"Augly, Bro!" greet Bara while raising her hands high.

Bro? Rana's sense of wonder which was still half, now really peaked. Especially when Bian replied, also while raising his hands high. Wait, even he smiled so widely. Where was his face, where was it this morning? Or maybe Rana saw it wrong?

"Today you don't want to stay in the store?" Rana again observes Bian's appearance is very lame than before. A red Polo Tshirt betrothed to a faded blue slim fit jeans makes the man more fresh. White sneakers reinforce the change in appearance.

"Stay, really. Even want to jump directly to help you. We haven't got Helen's replacement yet. So, today there's no boss, we're partners. Okay?" Both of Bian's eyebrows shot up.

Rana blinked in wonder. Even Bian's gesture when talking also feels different, making Rana even more confused to respond like what. Previously Rana thought, with a look like that, Bian there was an event outside, or just comforting himself from the busyness in the store.

"Ran, let's open the shop."

Rana gasped from the reverie. He immediately reached into his bag to find the key.

"Be careful!"

Since when are they that familiar? Rana is gawking.

***

The atmosphere of Sakura Shop on the morning shift today really felt different. All because of Bian who suddenly changed, like having a dual personality. During this time Bian was not the type of superior who if he appeared to make his subordinates suddenly silent, or pretend to be busy. He never gets angry indistinctly, always reprimands according to portion. But to really mingle and laugh together like today, even once in a while he brought up the topic, really never before. All the changes are getting thicker because he was forced to intervene in the work of dimeh because he was short of employees. From the morning his smile continued to bloom, defeating all kinds of flowers in Sakura Shop.

As if complementing his subordinate's sense of wonder, today Bian deliberately did not eat outside. He also ordered the rice box when Rana permission to go buy food. Now he is eating his lunch with Rana. Rana wanted to let Bian eat alone, let him rest later. But Bian asked for company. This is Rana's first experience of resting and eating with the boss, natural when stiff. The food felt all bland.

"Bara doesn't have a boyfriend, does she?"

Bian's sudden question made Rana almost choke. Rana needs to drink first before answering. "To my knowledge, I don't have. What's the matter, sir?"

"Oh, it's okay." Bian quickly chimed in, afraid that Rana was misresponsive. "Because all this time it was just for you."

Rana smiled knot. I don't know, just because someone's judging like that makes him happy.

"Remain, you're just suhoor?"

This time, Rana had trouble answering. For a moment he stopped chewing.

"That song .. is unique, sir. He is sloppy, but able to handle several jobs at one time. He is forgetful, but able to keep the target that has been set. Although he is quite optimistic and explosive with a million dreams in his grasp, but he is still too unstable to live a commitment. Her childishness sometimes makes me anxious."

Unknowingly Rana really lived the words that came out of her mouth, until it arrived at Bian's ears with a different interpretation. No doubt, Rana loves Bara. Bian is sure in your heart.

"If I?" bian asked again after putting a spoonful of food into his mouth.

"Mother why?" Rana really doesn't understand.

"You say, right, Bara is unique, well, what am I?"

That question made Rana chuckle. He covered his mouth with his palm.

"The father is the man of all women's dreams." Rana emphasized her sentence.

"Including you, dong?" todong Bian's.

"What, anyway, sir?" Rana chuckled again. "Yuk, eat again," he said dodging.

Until their food runs out, there is no more conversation. But just as Rana was about to stand up to throw away the box of her food scraps, Bian made a sound again.

"Mc ... Ran, my parents' night is celebrating their wedding anniversary. You can come, right?"

Rana cringing.

"If there's no show, anyway." Bian was prepared to accept the rejection.

"Kok, me, sir?"

Bian let out a long sigh while squeezing his fingers. "Later tonight must be a lot of mama-papa friends who come. Usually they bring their daughters to be known to me. If there's you, at least I'm safe from the ritual."

"So, do I want to be made a shield?" According to Rana, this is ridiculous.

"If you don't mind, anyway." Bian presented a salting whimper.

Rana laughs. The boss is just there. "Can, sir. I don't have a show tonight, anyway."

"Seriously?" Bian's eyes widened.

Rana nodded. "Feeding free. Or if you want to be included as an additional bonus at the end of the month, I also do not refuse, sir."

This time it was Bian who was laughing. Just being able to talk like this was enough to make him happy.

"If so, I'll pick you up at seven, yeah."

Rana nodded.

***

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