The Deepened Taste
episode 8
Drrtt.. Drrtt..
Acha smiled looking at the short text on her phone screen. Already an hour Acha and Erga chatan, Erga blatantly teased Acha making Acha chuckle ria.
"I thought you were dating Chikal, apparently just a neighbor" Acha smiled bitterly. He wanted more than the neighbors.
"Yes, it's just the neighbors." Acha replied
"There's a chance for me hehe"
"What chance do you try?"
"Acha don't pretend to be plain 😑"
"Haha yes what??"
"Not be. Let's go to sleep. Good night, sweet dreams."
"Eh don't have a good dream, my dream is yes" Acha laughed at the contents of Erga's chat. Sweet pedekate guy sweet disgusted ya, he thought.
"Yes. Night." reply Acha short.
Acha got out of her bed, opened the window, inhaling in the scent of the night breeze playing on her spoiled hair. Sitting on the edge of the window, staring at the window across from his room. Remember first he and Chikal often talk using cans connected to a rope, a telephone in his era. Acha chuckles remembering all that.
Drrtt... Drtts.. Phone's vibrating. Acha squinted her eyes at the name of the caller. Doesn't he want to sleep?
"Hello?"
"Eh not sleeping?" ask for a voice across there.
"Udah. Wake up again because of you."
"Udah ya." Acha turned off the phone.
Since his first meeting with Erga, the man had already begun to launch his action. From chatan every day, call suddenly because miss Acha voice, walk, and more.
Actually Acha a little uncomfortable, but not too he thought because of Erga's attitude is quite cool. Perhaps her closeness to Erga was able to erase a little of her feelings for Chikal.
Using someone to forget someone. Very cute you are Acha. It was what he always thought of whenever he returned Erga's temptation, as if giving Erga a chance that he himself did not know could give his heart or not.
Drrtt... Drrt..
A message came in. "Sorry interfering. May your sleep be able to treat your tiredness today and increase your stamina in the morning" Acha smiled amusedly. Quote where the hell are these people?
Acha picked up her diary and sat down at the window. Read slowly his outpouring of heart during these seven years. It was already three books he had spent on pouring out his feelings. If it was published, he might have been rich.
03 August 2013
Today I am happy because of someone's words. This time it is not because of the affection of mom or dad who said he would buy new clothes. But it was he who said he was going to marry me. That's a proposal, isn't it? I will look forward to it with pleasure, no matter how long.
The first writing that Acha made seven years ago, imagining a 12-year-old boy writing a note as sweet as it makes Acha ashamed.
Acha switched to her third diary book, taking the ribbon that marked her notes. Grab a pen and start writing.
Sorry Chikal. In fact, seven years together we only consider friendship, while I want more than that. Can it be if I stop now and start looking for my new happiness?
In fact, he had written several times to stop liking Chikal. But writing is just writing, desire is just desire. The heart cannot be denied. As much as the desire to forget that the heart itself does not want to move one cent only then all for free is not it?
Erga. If you're serious, let me fall in love with you!
