The Casual Lover

Chapter 1

"That's what I should be doing Nin, but like they say, I'm not as good at hand dragging Saga to BK."

The gurgling rainwater slowly subsided. The window glass began to look clear with the rest of the rainwater that made small saplings of the river on almost the entire surface. But it's still cold. The rain subsided leaving a silent and hostile temperature grip on the thin skin of Ravela Brianna—eighteen-year-old girl, the final grade of the High School level.

The rose is wounded by its own thorns.

That's how people call Vela. At least better than a dandelion in a meadow that was blown away by the wind, without a house and a handle. A wounded rose sounds better even if it means more slicing.

"BK is too warm for people as cold as Saga."

Anin smiled thinly while propped up by her chin. It takes a special understanding to understand a Ravela Brianna. Sometimes he's so secretive. At certain times it becomes very open— is easy to read like an open book.

"But when?" sahut Anin's.

"When what?"

Anin sighed and took off her support. "Lo knew Vel, there was a time when all prayers were suddenly answered. There are also times when everything we don't want, becomes something we get."

"That's what I always felt. Your last words."

Vela switched her attention to her phone located on the table, vibrating with a newly-appeared notification.

Saga: Want some chocolate or coffee?

Me: No need. You go home.

Vela shut the phone. The air magically grew cold when the rain had completely stopped. The space of the osis is also getting quieter as the night grows.

"Do you want to stay in my house?"

"I shouldn't have asked you for the ngawarin." Vela chuckles. "Saga is sick. Can't pick it up."

Anin just smiled. Both of them left the osis room after turning off the lights. Down the dimly lit alley that is still passed by some children who deliberately live to take care of the needs of the literary festival tomorrow.

Saga: I'll wait in front. Your coffee will be cold for a long time.

Me: But I don't want to go home with sick people.

"Great yes Saga, sick but still can wildness," kekeh Anin.

"Name also Saga." Vela smiled thinly. His eyes were fixed on the crowd near the gate. Pay attention to someone whose appearance is no longer reasonable for the size of school children. Has a lot of bruises and typical street children's urination suit. With his leisure ignited the fire at the end of his cigarette and the smoke billowed slowly.

His face was very unfriendly.

Me: I'm in Anin's place. You mending home.

Vela kept her cell phone and looked at the crowd again to see the reaction of the figure she had noticed. As Vela had guessed. Saga who could never accept any rebuttal, threw a cigarette that he just sulut.

Vela feels smug with Saga as well as with herself. Especially with their ambiguous relationship. His grip on Anin's arm tightened as Saga's figure with her sinister appearance approached with definite steps.

"And I told you that over time the coffee will be cold. Now how's the coffee?"

"Drink your coffee with yourself."

Saga snatched Vela's arm. "Lo why the hell?" maybe he was frustrated hearing a short, dense and piercing sentence from Vela. Vela doesn't know, this is one that Saga hates the most.

"I want to go home." Vela's tone sounded half whining half-tired while trying to pull her arm.

"But I don't want to go home with people who are sick anymore" said Vela Ketus.

"Gue is no longer sick."

"You're sick!" exclaim Vela.

"..."

There are many things that Saga hates in this world. One of them is when the principle is weakened when dealing with Vela. Saga could never accept resistance from someone, but Vela was the exception. On one hand, his ego was injured when someone yelled at him. But it clashed with the work of his muscles that refused to act. Saga was just silent with her sharp gaze.

Vela's breath suddenly felt shortened. It was clear that his breath was choked and suffocated by his own feelings. He stared at the cold face of Saga that was getting frozen. Saga looks pias because of his behavior. But the man was silent.

"If you want us to go home, take care of your own wounds," continued Vela could not bear to look at Saga's face. The girl pulled Anin's hand and quickly left Saga.

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Vela is the pinnacle where Saga finds the thing she hates most. Saga never liked to pull his words. Saga hate according. But Vela is an exception. Always and always, Vela will always be the exception.

Saga hates it when she has to get angry if Vela ignores her message.

"It's easy Ga, it's a fork tarok first."

Saga only realized that the fork he held upright as if ready to attack anyone. Blame Vela with all her indifference. The girl didn't even return a single message from him, damn it.

Saga got up with a pias face after slamming his fork. The tall body with a few bruises on the face made it look terrible as well as apprehensive. His steps were steady towards the osis room where someone he believed was there. Someone who managed to make him carelessly half dead.

"Let him meet his handler. Can you fight him?"

"My feeling or yes, if the Saga is not aware that it is already baper?"

"Diem aja lo Peng. Don't talk about it yet."

"Tch, yes Sat."

That was how the conversation of his friends accompanied Saga's departure. Saga itself bodo time, the long step closer to the room osis. The real space is anti for Saga to come, if not for Vela. Damn, again he.

Saga stood in the doorway. Staring intently at someone who had just walked out of the room made the person shudder and quickly put their feet up from there. Saga's attention was fixed into the room. His arrival without sound does not mean not attract attention. That creepy aura was the omen.

Vela was in a straight line with him. Standing behind a table and stunned by the arrival of Saga. Vela's face turned to the side with a breath that was thrown away until her lungs felt empty. The girl looked at her fellow sausage. It was awkward to see the disturbed gazes from his juniors in the organization. Vela said nothing. He just went around the table and left the room. Approaching Saga.

"Where's your phone?" ask Saga directly.

Vela did not answer. But his hand still reached into the pocket of his skirt and took out the rectangular thing.

"Why what?" tanya Vela finally saw Saga fiddling with her phone.

"Delete my number" he answered. "If you do not want to thicken my message at all, mending do not need to simple my number," he continued to make Vela stunned and rigidly took his phone again.

There was no emotion whatsoever that Vela could see. Only a look that has no expression. Even when the man turned around, he left her easily. It was as easy as he interrupted the impromptu meeting of the osis with his threatening death glare.

He's not smiling at all. Not even just to grin.

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