The Mist In Arumi's Heart

The Unspoken Taste

"I'm sure there must be something else you want to talk to me about, other than discussing the issue of mobile numbers," Moedya said in a very calm tone.

"It's not important" said Arumi. He then smacked his lips. Inwardly, it felt like he wanted to protest to Moedya. She desperately wanted to cry and hit the man's tattooed arm while asking, "So ... have you completely forgotten me?"

In fact, the question only becomes an unspoken chunk. Arumi did not dare to say that in front of Moedya. He knew that it would only be a waste for him.

Three years have passed. It was only natural that Moedya began to forget the love story between the two of them. After all, the breakdown of their relationship is also not because of others, but because of Arumi's own carelessness.

If only that night Arumi had not come to the party that Diana organized. Had he not been drunk and done something so shameful, he and Moedya might have spent time with two cute children, like Keanu and Puspa.

However, all did not match what was expected. A reality far from hope, even ended painfully.

Arumi glanced towards Moedya. The man still stood up in his trademark style. Moedya looked much more mature and mature. Although not much has changed from her appearance, Arumi sees something else than usual. Something very different from a Moedya he knew three years ago.

Actually, Arumi was not satisfied looking at the man. However, he felt ashamed and did not want to until Moedya found out that he was watching the man, even though it seemed that Moedya had realized that. Everything was marked by the response Moedya showed the girl.

He glanced at Arumi with a small smile at the corner of his lips. The girl did not seem to have any intention of showing her face. Arumi realized that Moedya was watching her.

Begging me, Moemoe! Inner Arumi. He hoped that the man would give him a little appeal.

You want me to beg you, Arum? Forget that! Inner Moedya with indifference.

Silence was again present between the two of them. Although it feels uncomfortable, but the sense of ego that is too big inside them is in fact much more powerful and still they maintain.

For a while, the silence continued. A moment later, I don't know what made the two suddenly look at each other and also look at each other.

Moedya stared fixedly at the beautiful girl who was also staring at him. For a very long time he had not drowned in Arumi's beautiful eyeballs, delving into the warmth of the gaze and finding a sense that was not conveyed.

Arumi is like that too. There was a great longing for a warm touch of hands with Moedya's sturdy fingers. He felt very thirsty and longed for a drop of the love potion that the man once gave sincerely to himself.

"Why are you so stubborn?" Ask Moedya.

"Why are you not understanding?" Arumi asked back.

Both of them made a slow complaint. Arumi turned her face back. "So ... Have you moved on and started a relationship with Diana?" Arumi ventured to ask about the relationship between Moedya and her old friend.

"Who told you?" Ask Moedya.

"Diana told me herself. I don't know why he had to ask permission, or maybe .. maybe he did it on purpose so I knew it," Arumi said with a hint of resentment in her heart. "You want to make me jealous?" Tukas Arumi glanced at Moedya.

Moedya laughed softly at Arumi's question. He felt that it was a very silly and cheap question.

"Should I answer?" Ask Arumi in annoyance.

"No need," Moedya replied briefly.

Arumi complained slowly. He did not understand how Moedya could think that far about him, because in reality everything the man thought was wrong.

How could Arumi forget that long-haired man so quickly. Three years is too short a time to be able to erase all the good memories, and the love that is too great in Arumi's heart for Moedya. In fact, until now Arumi is still imprisoned in a feeling of love that he will either return to have or not.

Every second, every minute, every breath of the girl, everything was always adorned with a regret that was over. Untreated by even a painful wail.

"I'm sorry, Moedya" said Arumi softly.

"Sorry for what?" Asked Moedya flatly. He acted as if he did not understand, but he could guess where the conversation would go. However, actually Moedya also did not want to go back to discussing something that had broken her heart for a long time.

"I'm sure you must have known what I mean" Arumi said slowly. His lips felt heavy to speak. His tongue was too faint to say anything shameful that had happened between him and Edgar that night. However, Arumi was eager to hear Moedya's apology for her.

Moedya did not answer immediately. His gaze was still fixed on the swift rain that fell that afternoon. It was time for him to show maturity in him. Maybe this is the time he did all the Aryan advice that the man always gave during his life first.

"Is there anything you want to tell me, Arum?" Moedya glanced back at the girl next to her. While Arumi was still bowed listlessly. He did not dare to show his face to Moedya.

"There's a lot I want to say to you. But ... I don't have the courage to do it" replied Arumi slowly.

"Why? Do I look so scary to you?" Ask Moedya again.

"No. It's all because I'm too cowardly" replied Arumi. He repeatedly licked his lips and bit him slowly.

Moedya laughed softly. "What if I make you a cup of warm tea,? After that we can have a much more casual chat," Moedya bargained. His attitude had made the tension in Arumi's heart become a little duller. He knew that Moedya was not as cruel as he was from his appearance

Arumi looked over and smiled sweetly. "I should have brought biscuits here" said the girl with a slight smile on her joyful orange lips.

"Your Brest Paris is still the best" Moedya replied. He glanced at Arumi for a moment, after which he passed to the inside of the workshop and left Arumi with a smile full of flowers in his heart.

Moedya still likes Parist Brest made by Arumi. He also even expressed his flattery for the beautiful girl. Would it be nice if Arumi was a little proud and clung back to her expectations?

"Hey, Arum! Come ride! The tea is ready" cried Moedya from the top of the stairs.

Instantly Arumi regained consciousness. Then he looked and smiled. Without lingering, the girl immediately turned her body and climbed onto the second floor of the workshop.