Steps Connect

Songs from the Kitchen

It has been five days since Anara found the photo of Anjani, the woman has not intended to simply reply to messages sent by Candra. His heart was still too sore considering every word of Candra which implied how special Anjani was.

Not because Anjani Candra's past. What Anara finds hard to accept is Candra's dishonesty from the start. The faces of both are almost similar. Increasingly reinforcing the assumption that Candra only makes Anara venting.

What a shame my relationship is now.

Anara is focusing on a laptop screen that displays her final task. Until the sound of WA messages a minute ago that came croyokan, made him tempted to stare at the phone.

"Oh, he used Bryan apparently." Anara muttered to see who the sender of WA just now.

His thumb touched the message of his distant friend and saw three messages there. The message of a friend who hardly ever greeted him, but this afternoon Bryan contacted him. For what and who if it wasn't for Candra?

An,

How's things?

Smooth encryption?

Anara typed a reply message,

Fine, you? My scripts alhamdulilah smoothly.

Bryan:

I was good even though I just heard bad news.

Bryan:

Yesterday Candra phone. Stories about all. He asked me to convince you. But I don't know what to convince.

I thought you were told by Candra. You are the same and the same.

Anara did not return Bryan's last message. His best friend is the same, Bryan should be able to tell him about Anjani. But the man chose silence.

Farting with her script for up to two more hours, Anara felt her eyes getting heavier. Sleeping is impossible because it is almost evening.

Anara's hand swiftly closed the laptop and continued to change her clothes with a bathrobe. His hair has been dipapol to the top so as not to get wet when the water refreshes his body later.

Czech ...

The door opened and how surprised Anara found the man she was trying to avoid standing there. Her hand quickly closed the door but with more swiftness, Candra held the wooden door.

Without permission or waiting to be welcomed, Candra was already in Anara's room. The guy looks messy. A crumpled white T-shirt that sticks to the body and pants that don't seem to be replaced for more than two days.

Not to mention her hair like long time no combed. The bridge which is usually short and neat, now seems to be left alone. The aroma of woody that was always missed by Anara, also did not smell.

Anara still refused to look at the man who was still her lover. I want him to end it all right now. He was really fed up with Candra's drama all along.

"Gapain you?" Ketus Anara without looking.

"Why isn't my WA you bales, An?" Candra moved closer to Anara.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!"

"Why? You disgusted at my appearance?"

"I'm more disgusted with your behavior."

"An, believe! Rasaku. Not just an impingement." Candra. Already full Anara read it through the message WA did not reply.

"Go home! I'm lazy to talk to a liar like you" Anara's heart slashed into saying.

His heart was still filled with love. It is not easy to remove the seeds that have been sown by Candra. In fact, the seed was growing and its flowers were in Anara's heart. His roots were firmly planted in the earth of his heart.

"What do I have to do to forgive you, An?"

"Go home! I want to be alone." Ketus Anara's.

"Not until you forgive. If necessary I'll spend the night here."

"Crazy you?"

"I'm crazy, and it's because of you."

"If that's what you want. Let me get out." Challenge Anara to step foot towards the door.

"What the hell are you? No turning?"

"I'm back at you sorry about me, An."

"Why be maksa? Here I am the one who is sick, Candra."

"Let me heal because of your wounds I made, An."

"Your staff. If you know this, from the beginning it is better not to continue. I became suspicious of all your expressions," Anara's words began to soften.

"Initially it was because you looked like Anjani, but .. the more I came here the more I realized. My feelings for you are sincere, An."

Anara's heart ached again when the name was called. And sure enough, it turns out Candra asked him to be a girlfriend because of his face that is similar to Anjani. Really a jerk.

"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning?"

Candra felt a little relieved because Anara finally wanted to talk. Both are now sitting on the edge of the bed. Trying to clarify everything.

"I'm not ready to accept your reaction like this."

"Would you tell me I didn't see that photo?"

Candra shook her head, "no, An. I don't intend to tell all stories. After all, I really love you. Why do we have to talk about the past?"

"So you're gonna lie for life?" Candra nodded.

"You know what women hate the most? Bo-ho-ngan. You did that."

"My heart hurts Candra you're starting."

"My wish is to please you, An. Without the shadow of the past."

"You want to build a relationship on lies?"

Both of them remained silent for a long time. This problem turned out to have not found a bright spot and the sky out there has changed color.

"You're out!" Pinta Anara at the end.

"I still need time to digest everything, Ndra."

"I'll give you time, An." Candra Sahut.

I'd love to hug you, An. But I don't think I deserve it.

Candra got up from her seat and opened the door. Leaving Anara after holding her lover's hand for a moment. His heart hated this situation.

"Turn yourself!" Shoot Anara right before Candra leaves.

"meaning?"

"I don't like to see you screwed up, messed up like this."

It's because of you, An.

Candra stepped away with a shunt step. The carrying is already like the proverb of life reluctant to die. Half his soul was torn apart due to this romance problem.

Do I really look disgusting like this? What kind of man am I? Facing this kind of problem just makes me so messed up like there's no tomorrow.

Candra runs her bike fast on the highway. His mind glared at the clever jauuuh, if only everything was revealed earlier. Maybe different stories, at least Anaranya will not be this cruel to him.

Arriving at the house that has also been a witness to a piece of his story with Anara, Candra hastened the steps to enter the cafe-like style house. His forehead frowned when the door was unlocked.

"I was the key, I was senile because of love. But ... maybe, too," said Candra.

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of people kicking from the direction of the pantry. A familiar voice to Candra, but soon the man with the messy sideburns brushed off his thoughts.

"No way." Tampik Candra at her own guess.

The more Candra steps towards the kitchen, the voice of the person singing was slowly shrinking and getting lost. His eyes widened to see who was standing there, with the same smile, mellowing.

"Huh? How can?" Candra wonders.

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