Sincerely Love you

Sincerely Love you
Loving you in silence



Now DNK is on the rooftop to set up the barbeque and wait for their my prince.


trap.trap.


"assalamualaikum sorry to wait a long time" said Riski


"iya gpp kok" replied Dinda


"here help Kay" said Kay, turning the meat


"yes" replied Riski


"ki Lo is still semester 3 right?" ask Nai


"yes, why?" ask Riski back to Nai


"not sure for a long time we did not meet Lo is still another year of graduation and Lo kan netep here surely we rarely meet him" said Nai


"yes really know Nai we must rarely meet Riski" said Kay


"hooh really well" cried Dinda


yes' 'yes' because even though Riski is younger than them or you could say Riski is adkel and DNK is kakel but they are very familiar and close because since the beginning of DNK met Riski it was the beginning of frequent fights, often fighting, fighting, sneers mulu but over time they get a little along and finally they are friendly to build a joint effort to help, love and protect each other.


And unbeknownst to DNK actually Riski was in love with Kayra but he did not dare to express it for fear that Kayra would stay away from him and the friendship of the four of them so disbanded then Riski often fight with Naila to let Kayra feel Riski's presence.


Riski realized that she was different from DNK so she only loved Kay in silence and did not dare to express her feelings.


"it's calm I'm sure often your vc and then every month we meet just how?" riski


"that's how good it is" Kay broke up


"yaps ntar we set again" cried Dinda


"is the meat ripe yet?" ask Nai


"about five minutes away" Kayra replied


while Riski he did not focus on roasting meat because he was too focused on paying attention to Kayra so that her index finger was exposed to the hot grill.


"ahk..ssshhhhsss sore" said Riski in pain but more precisely because his finger was given red medicine by Dinda.


why Dinda? at first Kayra who wanted to treat but was afraid of being wrong then she handed it to Dinda who was a medical student must have known more than Kayra.


"still about Ki?" ask Nai


"a little" answered Riski


"here" Kay said by pulling Riski's index finger and immediately blowing it so as not to get sore again.


"echemm" deheman Nai


"we're the Din mosquito repellent" he said


"yes yuk yuk mending we make drinks only" reply Dinda invites Nai to the drink place


after Naila and Dinda left.


am I wrong to love Kayra? Kayra is perfect according to me not like women in general but I honestly fear that Kayra will stay away from me, thought Riski


"Riski" call Kay


"yes why?" ask Riski


"is Kay done?" dinda asked who approached the two of them


"already" answered Kayra


"yeah nih" replied Dinda while handing over two dishes containing the meat of their grill


"you have eaten" cried Naila as she placed 4 glasses on the carpet


"good meal" cried the four of them


it does not take long they have devoured all the food.yes because in addition to the delicious weather supports it once with the night breeze smelting stars


after eating they go to the kitchen washing all the tools.


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"gw go home first good night" said Riski


"yes thanks ki, the night is also careful on the road" said Dinda


the retorted nod and handsome smile of a Riski.


after Riski came home, DNK went into their respective rooms to sleep.


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the Riski apartment


hufttt...


Riski drew and exhaled her breath many times.


"i'm wrong to love Kayra, I'm honest with Kayra" Riski murmured


"huh why complicated very.but if I honestly continue ntar in the push means love I'm clapping one hand dong.yah not exciting" he continued


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