Take Me Off

TAKE ME OFF | 48

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Nayra groaned in her sleep. His eyes were slow. The first thing he saw was a small figura displayed beside the nightstand. Nayra moved dumbly, leaning on the head of the bed. Slowly his hand reached for the figura.

Figura featuring a photo of Bara with a woman holding a small child. They look like a happy family. But who is the woman in this picture? Inner Nayra asked.

Possibly, wife?

Nayra had not had time to guess, the figura had disappeared from his hands. Nayra puffed up, looking at Bara in surprise.

"Don't touch anything that isn't yours, Ayra." the cold voice made Nayra speechless.

"The woman"

"Only my best friend." between Bara fast. Bara thrust a plate of food towards Nayra. "Eat, I know you haven't eaten" Bara said as she sat next to Nayra.

Nayra according. He ate it with gourmand. Not caring about the existence of Bara who was staring at him intensely.

A few minutes' delay. Nayra is finally done. He handed the empty plate back to Bara.

"What time is it?" nayra asked after sipping her drink.

Bara shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "I don't know" Bara said.

"I have to go home." Nayra came down from the bed. when she was about to reach the doorknob, Bara had already stopped her.

Next to Nayra's eyebrows raised. "Why?" nayra asked confusedly.

"Sleep here" Bara said.

Nayra. "I have a home, so I have to go home." Nayra replied casually.

Bara clucking. Strongly Bara lifted Nayra away from the door. Nayra suddenly cried out in surprise when her body suddenly slammed into the bed. Nayra looked at Bara furiously.

"You!" furious Nayra.

"I told you, sleep here. It's night." not minding the murky look that the girl put out, Bara casually cleaned up Nayra's food marks.

"W-what did you say? Night?!" jerit Nayra splashy. Nayra can't stay here. His work had piled up, plus his mother was definitely waiting for him at home.

"Mother must be worried. I have to go home." Nayra went down.

The coals that were in the udder of the door immediately closed it. I don't forget that he locked it from the outside. Nayra who saw him suddenly ran closer to the door.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY! BARAA OPEN THE DOOR!!!" scream Nayra.

Nayra tried to open the door. Yet difficult. Bara really locked him up.

"BARAAAA." shouted Nayra. His hands were flushed from hitting the door that was not open. The door handle was almost damaged because Nayra tried to pull it, hoping that the door could open.

"Sleep, Ay. It's already night. It's free for you to scream like that, because I won't open the door." said Bara who was still standing behind the door.

Nayra. "Why are you doing this to me, Bara?!!" tanya Nayra snapped.

There was no reply from behind that door. Once again Nayra tried to pull the doorknob, hit, and even kicked, the door did not open.

Nayra rubbed her face rough. His body was decaying, feeling that everything he was doing was in vain.

Nayra surrender. He wiped away the tears that suddenly flowed. Somehow his chest felt tight when he remembered the incident this afternoon. Nayra crying. He hugged his knees, hid his face. While Bara was still standing quietly behind the door, staring at the small figura in his hand. A photo of herself with Devina. The more Bara looked at the photo, the sharper the gaze that Bara put out.

....

Jeanna took a breath. Grabbing Evano's hands that felt very cold. "I promise I'll help you heal."

Evano. Sometimes his eyes are closed. Although his gaze felt empty, Evano could still listen to what Jeanna said.

After looking, and listening to what really happened from Ms. Jasmin. Jaenna was able to conclude that Evano was depressed. Jeanna's heart seemed to be moved to help Evano get out of the black hole that bound her.

"You must heal." Jeanna said.

Jeanna covers Evano. Closing those eyes that had been blinking since.

"Sleep." whispered Jeanna right next to Evano's ear.

....

"Rizkiyya!!!" peeked Erina as her phone was suddenly snatched away.

Erina grunts. He ran to chase the man. "Get me my phone!!!"

"No, you have to answer me first, who did you call?" tuding Rizky was curious. Because when he visited Eros' house, there was Erina here. The girl who used to like. He became curious, who was Erina calling these nights, wherever her voice sounded very soft.

"It's none of your business!" delik Erina is upset.

Erina jumped around trying to reach her phone which was held aloft by Rizky.

"Rizky give me my phone back."

"Son." read Rizky when looking at the history of the grill on Erina's phone. "You got a boyfriend?" tanya Rizky insisted. Erina shook her head, then nodded making Rizky confused.

"Yes or not?" ask Rizky again.

"IYA." cried Erina right in Rizky's ear. Rizky grimaced, rubbing her ears that felt buzzing. The opportunity was certainly not wasted Erina. He immediately grabbed his phone and took it running upstairs.

Rizky snorted at Erina's behavior. His gaze fell on Eros who was watching the news broadcast. It turns out that the news of Bara and Nayra's engagement is still a trending topic.

Rizky sits next to Eros.

"Where are you going, Ky? From morning I did not see lo." asked Eros who did not look at Rizky.

"Regularly, the duty of the Boss" Rizky replied briefly.

"How else?" Rizky nodded at Eros' question.

"Honestly, I don't have the heart to see Nayra's ex-boyfriend." said Rizky, then he leaned on the couch. Tired of facing Bara's behavior.

"His ex-girlfriend is paralyzed. I wish the man was an accident without anyone else's intervention." Rizky paused her speech. Eros still faithfully listened, though his eyes kept staring at the television screen. "Gue hope, this is not Bara's plan. I can't imagine that until it's true Bara did-Nayra would absolutely hate." continued Rizky.

Eros. Staring at Rizky who is now focused on seeing the television screen. Eros silence. His mind was muddled thinking about the possibilities that would happen someday.

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