The Second Rani

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It's not the first time I've been driven by a guy. Even a moment ago, I was also piggybacked by Ryan the head of my class. There was no sense whatsoever, it was as ordinary as when I had a conversation with Stevi.

But why am I feeling awkward right now? I tried to sit up to the back end of the motorcycle seat. Hoping not to get close let alone hold the body of Kak Bintang in front of me.

"Rania," he turned his head while saying a little scream because his voice was almost swallowed by the wind that was blowing around us.

"What Brother?" I answered with my position.

"You scared?" ask her with a grin that looks sweet from the side

"No, it's not ..."

"Tell?"

"Yes, what the hell!"

Suddenly the motor speeding through the road with a shock mark (sleeping police), until my body slightly jumped because of shock.

"Aw!" I shouted, and accidentally my body docked to Kak Bintang, my hand was coiled around the waist, until it touched his stomach. I was shocked not only because of the shock, but also because my ungodly hand could touch the stomach of a man. And alas, this palm of my hand clearly felt his stomach muscles hard. Really hard, no belly fat that usually feels tender.

My face is hot, shaming, or whatever I feel. Is this the charm of torn bread that I often read in comics? All this time the handsome prince imagined, with a checkered decoration on his stomach. It is amazingly beautiful, especially not only do we imagine, but we really feel with our own hands.

I shook my head, waking me up. Throwing away the dirty thoughts that had crossed my mind. I pulled my hand that had circled the belly of Kak Bintang.

She's looking. Then reduce the speed of the motor.

"Why?" tanyakanya.

"What?" I asked back, with both hands now holding the helmet strap.

His smile disappeared immediately. His face turned, looking ahead. The speed of the motor is getting faster. I was scared of him. I held her white shirt with both hands. For some reason, not to be slow but even firmer than before. Not to mention we went through a pretty crowded afternoon road.

Repeatedly he overtook cars, trucks, and no matter how big a vehicle. I hit his shoulders. But it doesn't seem to mean anything to him.

I closed my eyes to take away my fear, and ... Hup! My hands are back around her waist. I accidentally hugged her tightly. Put my head in the frame.

I slowly opened my eyes. The street view looks slow like slow motion. Has Star reduced its speed? But, why does it look so slow? Everyone on the street seemed to be conversing with each other, but their mouth was really slow, very slow.

My ears are ringing, sick. I closed my eyes slowly. I feel comfortable leaning against the back of Kak Bintang. The smell of his body filled my nose. Is that how close we are now? Ngiiiing, the sound in my ear gradually disappeared.

"Rania .." he said, shaking my arm slowly.

I opened my eyes, and pulled my hand from her body. I slightly rubbed my eyes, circulating the gaze around. What did I just miss? This where? Am I asleep?

"Where is this Brother?" many confusions.

This is clearly not my home. It's still downtown. My eyes surround me. Was I kidnapped?

"Let's eat first .." he said slowly, while opening the helmet from my head, I was still confused made.

"But where is this?"

"Just ask, don't ask too many questions..."

"I'm not hungry,"

Krucuk krucuk ... The sound came from my stomach which was not self-knowing. I bit my lips, held my shame.

"Yes, Rania is not hungry. The hungry ones have worms in their stomachs." replied Kak Bintang while pointing at my stomach.

He ordered the menu, I waited for him in the chair. Sometimes he looks at me, waiting for orders to come. I was wrong about it. Then he brought a tray, with two rice dishes, two delicious fried chicken flour, along with ice tea and lemon tea.

I was tempted by the menu at the table. Without a second thought, I washed my hands and ate them. I am so hungry for this stomach. Looks like I didn't have time for lunch at break time. Even in the house of Lingga, not a single piece of food entered my stomach. Because of a plate of fried noodles that makes me nauseous. I don't know when, I hate all kinds of noodles. Hmm, how does Kak Bintang know that I do not like noodles, and that fried chicken flour is my favorite food?

"Nake?" ask the Star.

What's my meal of bemptots? Is my eating way weird for him? Let it be, let it be. Let her feel good about me, so she probably won't like me anymore. No more burden for me.

"Sister Bin, thank you for the food. I'm being treated, right?" tanyaku plain. Obviously, I wasn't bringing much money to pay for the food I had eaten.

His hand suddenly almost grabbed my cheek. I dodge.

"Why do all guys like to hold cheeks anyway?" my many.

"That's it too?"

I'm speechless.

He also kept quiet, then stood up and left me. She mad?

"Sir Bin .." I followed him from behind.

He remained silent and continued walking.

"Sister, sorry .." I preceded him, and stood in front of him.

"I'm sorry?"

I don't know why I suddenly apologized.

"Have I been jealous?" jleb, the answer is correct.

"Huft, gini it feels like a second person."

I looked down, looking at the end of my shoe. The Star Brother's hand stroked my hair, slowly. I felt like I was carrying a burden, getting this kind of attention from her.

I can't return his joy. Can't do anything for him. I have no power to deny his feelings. I shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't have given her a way to get close to me.

I took two steps back, so that his hand would no longer be in my head. He came forward following me. Brushed my hair all the way to my shoulders. I felt the flow of affection from every touch.

"No papa. I will keep waiting for you. Don't feel burdened. Like it or not, I will still love Rania. Let alone a matter of days, even years I'm ready to wait for you."

"Sister don't like me,"

"That's an order?"

I'm nodding.

"Cannot. Even if I'm put to death, I won't be able to get rid of this feeling."

Ringga, I'm sorry. I'm not up to the heart to hate Star Sister. I am absolutely powerless to deny his feelings. But I also cannot repay him, because there is already a lingga in my heart.

With my mind wandering towards the memories with the Ringga, but my body was now tightly hugging the figure in front of me. With the motor speeding so fast, he didn't let me let go of my grip on him. Why am I like this?

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