The Forgotten Asmara

Hope to see you again

The wind this time made me feel shivering, even though byan brought his motorcycle quite calm.

For a moment his motorcycle drove over the sleeping police or a slightly damaged road, byan so slowly driving it. It was as if he realized he didn't want to make a closer distance from me. More precisely I don't want to stick to him.

I folded my hands on my chest. I don't want to touch Byan either. Maybe when everyone saw us shaking hands I was a passenger and byan was a motorcycle taxi driver.. Ha.haa...

Really, even though I was sitting at a distance with her my heart felt dag dig dug. It's the first time I've ever had a conversation with a man, I don't even know him.

If I don't have to and know the way home, I won't be taken home by him.

"Where is your house headed?" Byan let go of the silence between us.

"I live in a complex not far from SMAN 4." While pointing towards the school a little already seen.

"Are you a student at that school?" Byan asked again.

"He'em" I answered briefly.

"What class are you in now?" Byan slightly turned his head to the side. Maybe he thought I didn't hear his words.

"I'm just down this alley."

"Where's your house?" Byan still runs his motorcycle.

"I have to get you safely, I don't want your family to worry"

"Get in that alley!! House number 2 on the left of silver" I didn't answer the question, I didn't want to add to the chatter between us."

Byan pulled over, entering the yard area of the house.

I tried to take the helmet off my head. Ahhhh it's so hard that the helmet is broken?? I'm trying to tamper with the hook. But my efforts failed. Why is it so easy to wear it? and why is it so hard to take it off?

Well, as the saying goes, letting go of something valuable is hard! but this is just a helmet, and it's not a prized possession in my opinion.

"May I help you?" Byan asked, glancing at his eyes for a moment as if he was asking for permission.

I just nodded my head.

"I'm sorry, yeah.." Byan grabbed the helmet hook that was on my neck.

CETREKKK..!!!

This helmet can be opened with only 1 pressure? O Allah. Stupid foolhh. Ah, how can I be so tacky!

Basic embarrassing! I stared silently at Byan cursing myself.

"It." Byan removed the helmet from my head by throwing a small smile at the corner of his lips.

I really don't need your deadly smile!! Why does he keep smiling in front of me. My grunts in my heart.

"Maraa...." Mother's voice broke my gaze on the byan.

I looked at the mother already at the door of the house with a slightly anxious face.

"Mother" I approached and hugged my mother.

"Sorry to worry, my phone's running out of power"

"It's okay, son, it's important you're okay." Mom rubbed my shoulder.

"Asssalmualaikum ma'am, I'm byan" Suddenly byan approached mother and experienced her.

She greeted him softly and with a smile.

"Anu, ma'am kak byan must go home soon he has important business" I cut off the mother's speech.

"Wouldn't you stop by first? want to rain, rest here, byan.."

I saw a byan's face that wanted to answer my mother's words, but I wouldn't give her a chance.

"Mom, brother byan there is important business, very, very important!!."

"Come brother byan, better get going later late"

Kuraih hands byan and pulled him towards his motorcycle.

Suddenly it rained down hard.

Mom screamed to get us in.

Rain, why should it come down now! I murmured in my heart.

Screaming the face of the byan that leads into the house, occasionally he smiles as if pleased with the arrival of rain.

"Let's sit down first, sorry, mom's house is cramped."

"No, ma'am, I like the house. Very neat and comfortable" Byan sat on the living room sofa.

He looked at me again, he smiled again! Geez, what he did made my heart tremble.

I immediately set foot into my room.

"Mara, make me some warm tea..." Mom told me to scream a little.

Huh, I immediately changed clothes. I wear a plain black short-sleeved t-shirt my flagship short jeans.

I immediately headed to the kitchen to make tea for her.

I stirred the tea, I occasionally tasted this tea until I realized what exactly am I doing??

Oh my God, am I afraid byan doesn't like his tea? I have never tasted a drink I made for anyone. I don't understand my behavior.

I went to the living room, I saw that mom wasn't there. My mother looked at me with serious eyes. What's wrong with me? Is my appearance strange? Hmmm, I don't know what's important I'm comfortable with. I am not so influenced by the judgment of others.

"It's tea.." I put tea on the table.

Byan grabs a glass of tea to drink it and occasionally blows it.

"Thank you very much, the tea is delicious." Byan smiled again.

God, I almost feel crazy with his smile today.

Just a few hours I was with him, he was already driving me almost crazy.

Yes, I admit that my face is interesting. His nose was sharp, his eyes brightly narrowed slightly with pliable eyelashes, his eyebrows black and thick, his lips filled but a little tiny, who was the woman who was not fascinated with him?

Even though he only wears a shirt and pants to play ball. just like that his appearance has made me unable to turn to look at him. Especially if you wear better clothes.

Huh, my mind has already drifted far, do I expect to see him again? Hope in humans it can be, but do not overdo it..

I really feel like I hope..

🍒Then? what's gonna happen next? will the byan and the romance meet again?