Steps Connect

Perfect 'Bryan' Playboy

Anara was busy cleaning the cutlery that was finished in use. Experiment succeeded. The vegetable was exhausted, either because Candra and Bryan did like it either because they were starving. What is clear according to Anara, as long as his first Kalumpe cuisine does not end in the trash, he considers more than enough.

The arrangement of plain white plates was neat in place. Done it. He poured water from a glass teapot and sipped it slowly until it was gone.

"Well, tired of my boyfriend?" Candra's voice welcomed Anara as she cleaned the glass.

"Smuck up. Udah cook, told nenteng place rice and vegetables from kos sampek here, where stop by Indomaret all. Ee here is still washing dishes." Anara said it with a face holding back laughter which also greeted Candra's happy laughter.

"Ikhlas right?"

"If you're not sincere how do you want?" The woman asked back.

"I'm a pijitin!"

"Seriously?" Candra nodded with a deathly smile.

"Yuk, yuk! On the couch." Anara headed to the sofa and extended her legs, preparing to receive a massage from Candra's burly hands.

"Geez, her spirit." Anara just smiled.

Now Candra's hand has begun to slowly incline Anara's hand while Anara's head is leaning on the sofa's hand.

"Sheylls." His eyes were closed and only occasionally opened to respond to Candra's story, which he said attracted attention.

"When you've been to Kalimantan, you'll have to go there again."

"What time?" Anara closed her eyes.

"Whoever drinks the water of the Mahakam River will drink it again. Have you ever heard that phrase?" Now Candra's massage has turned to the feet.

"Once, from you just now."

"Ck, seriously, Aaan." The man ruffled Anara's hair.

"Yes, from you just now. Can that really be?"

"Later proof yourself!"

"So think about coming with you."

"Jangaan! Just keep going."

Before long the sound of Anara's breathing began to be regular, he who initially closed his eyes to enjoy a massage Candra finally officially fell asleep on the sofa.

"An."

"An." Candra shook slowly Anara's body and found no response.

"He's sleeping really. Poor thing."

Candra takes the initiative to move Anara into her room so that her neck does not hurt when she wakes up.

"Move here huh?" Candra's voice is made as slow as possible so as not to wake Anara who now has enjoyed sleeping fast on Candra's bed.

Candra looked at the clingy woman who was even willing to wait for her almost two hours the other day, who had seen her sweat this morning because she was busy cooking her favorite food. Candra's affection for the woman in front of her was at its peak.

Candra covered Anara's legs so as not to feel the cold air coming out of the AC. He kissed the head of Anara, slowly,

The smell is no longer jasmine. Whatisthis?

Candra again kissed the tip of Anara's head hoping to find the bright spot of what flower scent came out of the strands of woman's hair that was closed in her room?

What is this scent anyway? I've never heard of it but what? Not apples or lemons.

"Ndra Ampuuun. Close the door! Was it intentional?" With a reflex Candra turned to that voice she had memorized so much, Bryan. It turns out he hasn't closed the door.

"Husses. Noisy." Almost inaudible but clearly catch Bryan.

Candra stepped out of the room. The wooden door has now been closed leaving Anara alone.

"Sleeping your girlfriend?" Bryan's question was taken by Candra who was now sitting on the sofa.

"Yan, the day after I went back to Balikpapan."

"Tuesday tomorrow? It's sudden." Bryan's tears wonder after Candra sitting on the sofa.

"Yes, I'm sick." His words imply sadness.

"What pain?"

"You don't know, said Mama this morning vomiting."

"Yes God. I hope you don't do anything, amen. Did you buy a ticket?" Candra had not answered the question, Bryan had already continued his sentence.

"If I haven't been able to stop. But sorry, I can't bring you home. I want regular consultations with Mr. Wito. Let's pass." Bryan's smile now rose like bread dough ready to be formed.

Bryan is more diligent than Candra. Although on his forehead engraved playboy writing embedded by some friends on campus, even by his own best friend.

He never took a headache, the most important thing for him could soon graduate and immediately develop a new business with his father.

"Thank you, but unfortunately I've bought tickets just like Anara all of you."

"Ntar. How do you mean? Did you buy a ticket with Anara?"

"Well, I'm gonna take him home. Get to know the family." Bryan's eyes bulged as if he wanted to get out of his petals.

"Lu serious?" Recalling Anara's glance similar to Anjani, Bryan was surprised to hear Candra's statement.

How will her mother? her sister? or Candra's brother who said he was sick? Ah, but it's none of my business how the Candra family responds to Anara's arrival later.

"What do you want to do?" Bryan's hand held Candra.

"Sleep."

"With Anara in the dalem? Nope, nope. Lu mending sleeps in my room rather than me joining your sins." Bryan pushes Candra's back towards her room.

"Yeah, Yan. You are really." Finally Candra resigned, with a giant step he entered Bryan's room which was designed minimalist. Unlike the industrial-style rooms.

In one corner of the room, there is an acoustic electric guitar that Bryan used to pick up while spending his free time.

Playboy guys must have capital too.

Rows of books neatly arranged on a minimalist shelf that stands next to a table facing the window. On it is a printer machine, sound bluetooth speaker, and laptop that later often approached Bryan to pass on time.

Beside the laptop, still scattered some paper decorated with black ink scribbles typical of lecturers. Candra glanced at the cover of Bryan's thesis.

Aron Bryan Wijaya's

Portrait of Javanese Women's Inner Acceptance of Social Status In Pariyem Figure in the Novel of Pariyem Recognition by Linus Suryadi AG (Cultural Radical-Feminism Studies)

This buset is a very long title. Totalis also he understands women, not playboys carelessly.

Then Candra's eyes rolled on the top of the headboard, hanging a painting of a sea ship with an orange sky background behind it. While on the other wall, there is an anchor and rudder decoration of the ship with a cream color tone that is also hung adds to the marine impression of this room.

Maybe a gift painting from his father.

Candra splashed her body on a single bed. He smiled and was busy judging that Bryan was too perfect to be a playboy. But, aren't playboys usually cute?

Actually he was very upset with the attitude of his best friend just now, blocking his desire to enter the same room with Anara. They do not want to take away sins. Just-there's.

It didn't take long, slowly Candra's consciousness floated away changing her closed eyes with a smooth snoring sound.

In the living room, Bryan who because of his own actions, finally could not close his eyes. Two glasses of cold syrup with a melon flavor that left only the kulacino on the table had managed to open his eyes wider and wider.

"Dam. It's not good to sleep on the couch." Bryan grumbled and could only be heard by himself.

Finally he decided to go into the room to pick up the laptop, continuing the revision of chapter 1 he thought. At first glance, Candra is lying peacefully on her mattress. Ah my nyesel.

Almost two hours Bryan struggled with his thesis, until the sound of the door opening shifted his attention.

"Wake up, An?"

"Kok I can in the room? It was like on the couch. Which Candra trus?" Anara dizzy looking for a heart lover who in her last memory was busy giving a massage on her legs.

"Sleep in the next room."

"Your room?" Bryan nodded.

"Trus who moved me to my room?"

"Your boyfriend. It could be a world war if I moved."

"Sorry to Yan! Because of me, Candra so move into your room, you're here."

"It's okay. Rather than me joining your two-year-old sins in the room. The sin of envy is still added to the sin of letting you go again." Bryan's brows were deliberately raised and the two laughed.

"Busy what, Yan? Eh Caroline how are you?" Anara was sitting opposite Bryan.

"One-on-one why the hell, An?" Anara smiled forcefully.

"This is a revision of chapter 1, the target is to pass this semester do not want to add."

"Well, Candra hasn't started yet?"

"Not knowing either."

"How come?" Ask Anara enthusiastically.

"What?"

"Caroline?"

"Okay, so far so good."

"It's not exciting, it means it's been shot yet?"

"Dead doooong." Answer Bryan's origin.

Hufh. Anara who looks upset leaves Bryan for the pantry, a glass of water in seconds.

"Eh, An. Day after tomorrow to Kalimantan?"

"Hmmm"

"Where are you nervous about getting on a plane for the first time, right?"

"It's not ordinary."

"Then anyway? I used to go on a cold sweat plane all the time."

"Cemen doooong."

Women are creatures who do not forget to take revenge?

The conversation halted when Bryan's bedroom door opened and featured the man with his thin sideburns there.

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