Romance In Makara Orange

In the Still of the Night

The division of the bed by Mas Une does not seem like a pleasant thing.

Initially Vira thought it would be next to Mas Dody because of kinship. But Mas Dody instead requested that he be given a bed near the door. Mas Une asked Mas Cokro to sleep next to Vira because it was not noisy when sleeping.

Their rest time today was quite a lot, since lunch hour just sat and intermittently stood up, looked outside staring at the hail that never stopped.

Vira used this opportunity to cleanse her body. Just like the internet, a warm bath is also charged an additional fee of two dollars or 200 rupees. Hopefully if you take a shower now, his hair will dry quickly and not make him dizzy because he sleeps with his hair wet.

Everyone gathered in the warm restaurant as the heating had been turned on, except for Vira who chose to return to the room. Vira permits Mas Une to dry her hair and lock the room so that no one enters as long as she does not wear the hijab.

For a long time Vira was in the room until someone knocked on her door. Immediately grabbed the hijab shirt to be worn immediately. Looks like the owner of a classic analog watch in front of him. Remembering himself yesterday was found not veiled by Mas Cokro.

“Oh Mas Cokro, enter Mas.”

Mas Cokro immediately put his body on the bed. Making Vira confused, his hair is still damp but alone with Mas Cokro in the room is not a good choice. Vira closed her room and was forced to head to the restaurant.

Mas Une, Mas Dody, and Bobby seemed to be engrossed in playing playing playing cards with the guides and porters.

Vira approached Sandeep and asked him to order dinner earlier. Vira wanted to avenge her sleep deprivation last night. Hopefully after dinner he will soon sleep and sleep first than the mas-mas climber.

Vira ordered a vegetable soup and dimsum with a glass of warm ginger honey lemon. Vira ate pretty fast today.

“Tumben lu Vir, this hour have you eaten?” ask Bobby

“Let's fast sleep Bi, want to sleep first,” said Vira.

“Gue eat it aja ah, if eat now ntar the night that there is my stomach rumbling again.”

Bobby goes back to the circle of card games. Leaving Vira eating her dinner.

After eating and waiting for Maghrib, it turns out that the internet signal has begun to stabilize. Vira paid two dollars to get a wifi password. After that, a lot of notifications came.

Open a chat message with a green phone logo. There are many unopened and unread.

Vira opens a message from Kosa first. There were dozens of messages from him. In addition to its content about love and longing, Kosa reported that the schedule to Yogyakarta to look for script data was advanced. So that Kosa can pick up Vira later at Soetta Airport and after it is not separated anymore.

There are some photos that Kosa sent. Selfies of himself at the Train Station and on Malioboro Street. Photos of her clean face, which showed her good looks. Which makes Vira a kasmaran.

Instantly a video call request ring from Kosa rang. Vira immediately took a position in the corner of the room, leaning her body against the wall to make her feel comfortable receiving the call of Kosa. The voice she so missed. A warm voice, which gave new energy to him.

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Finished video call with Kosa, Vira permission to sleep first to Mas Une.

“Vir, you are okay to sleep in the room with Cokro?” ask Mas Une

“Means Mas?” Vira did not understand what Mas Une meant. Seems to have misheard.

“That was the Cokro also had his dinner first like you, he said mo slept early,” Mas Une tried to explain.

Ah, Vira just understood the reason why Mas Cokro was in the room. It was similar to him who wanted to quickly go to sleep.

“Means Mas?” Vira's face frowned towards Mas Une.

“Si Cokro the widower. Abis his wife died like not interested in girls, so relax. Nor does he date kayak the Obi.”

Vira laughs. Actually if you can, Vira prefers to hold back her sleepiness which starts to creep slowly into her eyes rather than sleeping alone with Mas Cokro in the room. But he thought his sleep would be more disturbed if he slept with Mas Une, Mas Dody, and Bobby.

Slowly open the door. Silent. The room lights were also turned off. It seems that Mas Cokro is already asleep. The thermal sleeping bag. Post hail and Deurali altitude that has been above 3200 Mdpl make the temperature plummet. The temperature gauge on the digital watch shows three degrees Celsius.

The distance between his bed and Mas Cokro's bed was so close. Mas Cokro's breath was heard clearly in the silence of this room. Slowly Vira went into the body wrapper containing goose feathers then closed the zipper well and and then lay down himself.

Vira closed her eyes, trying to sleep in this quite silent atmosphere. But his mind was out of sync with his eyes. His eyes were closed but his mind wandered.

Changing sleeping position from supine to sloping facing the wall. But it only lasted a few minutes. Facing the wall instead made it choke, feeling so narrow.

Reversed his body became stretched. His eyes looked at the ceiling. There was a hint of light shimmering on it from the incoming moonlight from the sidelines of the curtains. Vira thought it would make her eyes and mind tired but it wasn't.

Vira turned her body towards Mas Cokro in a very slow motion. However, instantly his eyes caught a pair of eyes staring at him sharply. Cokro did not sleep.

“You can't sleep?” ask Mas Cokro slowly.

Vita. Just this time Mas Cokro asked him to talk.

“Iya,” replied Vira slowly and briefly.

Cokro fell silent and kept looking at him. Vira was wrong. His eyes closed again trying to sleep.

“Vira,” call Mas Cokro slowly.

“Iya Mas?” keep her eyes closed.

“You are beautiful.”

Vira just shut up. There was a swish that flashed in his heart.

“Vira.”

The voice of Mas Cokro sounded so clear and close.

Vira opened her eyes. Mas Cokro's face was right in front of his face. Somehow.

“Mas,” said Vira quietly which sounded like a sigh.

“Can ya Mas kiss Vira?” pinta Mas Cokro's.

Vira was silent and did not answer. But it was felt that something was sweeping his nose and breathing was blowing into his face.

The soft, tobacco-flavored lips touched the dry lips of Vira. Slowly grab it and wet it.

A kiss that is not demanding and only for a moment. But being able to make him fly and then fall with a deep feeling of guilt.