The Secret With Bad Boy

Kala's Message

On the way home, the two men did not speak at all. Both are still with their own minds. Kinanti hugged Kala who hugged her, holding on tightly through the increasingly late, cold and silent night.

The road also began to stretch, not many vehicles passed. Perhaps most of the inhabitants of this earth have rested and only a few are still doing their activities.

At eleven and ten in the evening, Kinanti and Kala arrived at Kinanti's house. As usual, Kala helped Kinanti down and helped her remove the helmet that protected her head. They only looked at it for a few moments.

“Take this, you haven't eaten yet, have you?” this cold man still remembered that Kinanti must have not eaten.

“Hem, thank you. Come in, we eat together.” Kinanti gave a meaningful invitation to Kala and then first entered his house after opening the key and turning on the lights of the house.

Kala followed from behind.

“Sit here,” with the corner of his eye, Kinanti pointed to one of the chairs on the dining table.

Kala walked slowly while looking around Kinanti's house, tiny but warm. In every corner of the house, he saw carvings of affection between their owners. Very different from his home. Although big but so cold with many trauma carvings and bad memories that stifled his chest.

Kinanti who prepared the warm drinking water, quietly watched Kala until the teenager sat quietly in her dining chair. He brought two cups of warm tea and a plate with two spoons.

“Come here, wash your hands first,” invite Kinanti to the men who sit pensive.

When according to move. He approached Kinanti and washed his hands. Kinanti gave him one puff soap and the busa was instantly plenty. He noticed Kala's foaming hands while Kala chose to look at the reflection of Kinanti's face from the sink glass.

“Your scarf is full of blood, take it off first.” Kala commented on the scarf he gave.

“Oh yes, I almost forgot.” Kinanti immediately removed the scarf and attached it to the chair. He washed his hands again after Kala was done.

They sat in the dining chair, side by side. Kinanti looked at the food Kala bought, fried rice with a different variant than before.

“It's cold, definitely not good.” A little disappointed.

“Whose word, precisely because it is cold we can easily eat it. No need to bother niupin and ngipasin right?” Kinanti gave one of her spoons to Kala.

When she smiled a little, this girl always had the answer to her disappointment.

“Eat, the rice will be geer if you continue to see,” chirp Kinanti while feeding a spoonful of fried rice to her mouth.

Kala smiled hearing Kinanti's chatter. He tilted his head and purposely stuck his head with Kinanti's head. Kinanti smiled as she enjoyed this cold fried rice. They began to enjoy their fried rice until it almost ran out and only a few grains left. It feels so filling.

“Sorry for making you see something you shouldn't see,” said Kala suddenly.

The two compactly put their spoons and sit leaning against the chair. Each needs a backrest to straighten his body.

“Why should you apologize for the difficulties you face? Instead I thank you because you are still so strong to this day, Kal.” Kinanti.

When smiling a little, Kinanti's response was always different to what she imagined making her always pounding waiting for each of Kinanti's lines that were often so soothing.

“You're right, that's my biggest difficulty. But not to face the man, but to face myself and protect myself from getting hurt. I always fail to do those two things, I am always provoked by his words and attitude when I have promised to let him behave as he pleases and I will no longer care.”

Kala paused his sentence by sipping warm tea water to warm his body. Kinanti did the same.

“That's how bad I am with my parents, so much different from your relationship with your parents. Sometimes I envy seeing your closeness to your parents.” Kala turned to Kinanti who was beside him and listened to his words. He really meant his word.

Kinanti smiled slightly and understood.

“You can only envy something you don't have. But do not envy something that you are not grateful for its existence.”

Kinanti's words made Kala wrinkle her forehead.

Kinanti spoke straightforwardly and slowly Kala nodded. He clenched his grip on the warm cup. He understood clearly and Kinanti's speech seemed to awaken him to what he had now.

“I can ask for something?” suddenly tanyanya.

“Hm, say.” Kinanti looked at Kala.

“I, hate myself so much when I feel that I am so useless to someone especially someone I love. Can you not do that?”

Kala's words sounded deep and hopeful. For a while my heart was pounding hard and his face was flushed red, for whatever reason. But he understood very well the meaning of Kala's sentence at this time.

“Sorry, because I made you anxious. I'm sorry I didn't tell you anything. Not because I wanted to make you feel useless but, I don't know, I was so confused by my focus. Maybe because I'm not used to sharing my difficulties with others.”

Kinti pulled her hair rough. The incident was so shocking that he forgot a lot of things. He focused only on himself, there was no one else in his mind including Kala and Lukman.

“Hem, I get it. But next time, don't do it again. Now you are not alone Kinan, do not have to think about everything alone,” said Kala.

Small nosedived, “Thank you.” Those two words were all he said but made Kala's chest feel flowery. The faces of the two teenagers were blushing by themselves.

“Then I go home first. It's too late. We have to rest.” Because his feelings are uncertain, Kala chose to move on.

“Yes, it's too late. Tomorrow we have to go to school.” Kinanti said, she felt the same way.

“But the plate I didn't wash.” He remembered the plates they had eaten.

“Do not think, I will wash it later. Go home, your mom must be worrying about you.” Kinanti pushed Kala out of her house.

Kala gave a small smile, deliberately petrifying so that Kinanti continued to push him. Kala's body is so hard to push, maybe because he still feels at home in this house. Kala only chuckled feeling the impulse of Kinanti until it reached the mouth of the door.

“Helm you,” Kinanti gave Kala helmet that almost left in the guest chair.

“Oh yes,” Kala immediately take over and wear it.

“I'm home yes,” part.

“Hem, be careful on the road.” Kinanti leaned against the door of her house while looking at Kala.

“Okey, I'll be careful. See you tomorrow.” Spit time to wipe the head of Kinanti for a while.

“Yes, bye!” Kinanti waved her hand at Kala.

Kala also stepped away. He rode back on his horse. The sound of the engine was already on and he took the time to stare at Kinanti for a while before he actually left. He made sure Kinanti would appear in his beautiful dreams tonight.

A horn becomes a sign of kala to go home. The man left, leaving only a thin puff of smoke from his exhaust.

“Bye Kal,” Kinanti repeated her sentence with a small smile. Looking at Kala's behavior, his heart was always pounding. He also rubbed his own head that had been rubbed Kala, it felt anxious and warm.

“Kelak, you will not feel jealous again Kal same me and dad.” Kinanti said, remembering Kala's words and the events in the hospital. He hopes Kala's relationship with his father improves.

Kinanti breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately went into the house and locked the door. To him, today was too mixed, all the feelings were in Kinanti's heart.

Is it a good dream or is it not a dream at all?

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