The Secret With Bad Boy

Perky

The atmosphere was a little awkward the moment after the embrace of the two came off. Both Kala and Kinanti, showed a reddened face and did not dare to look directly at it.

“Sorry,” Kala expresses his apology for his uncontrolled reflexes. But it does not necessarily remove the awkward feeling of a pair of lovebirds.

The awkwardness was still carried over until Kinanti and Kala arrived home.

“You drink warm?” hag Kinanti who did not dare to look at the face of Kala who was right in front of him and was taking off his helmet.

“Bby,” said Kala who stared at the pair of clear eyes and the reddish face. He took a little while off the helmet Kinanti in order to take longer to look at the beautiful face of Kinanti.

“Sit down, I'll make it.” Kinanti immediately turned away, just after Kala managed to take off her helmet.

“Iya,” Kala smiles restrained. His chest is still blowing.

“Hah, shit! My chest feels like exploding,” murmured while wiping his chest pounding. He looked at the Kinanti who entered the house and left her alone on the porch.

He chose to sit on the chair on the terrace while trying to calm himself and the turmoil in his chest. His feet twitched by themselves, as if he was enjoying the incoming groove that flashed through his mind. Maybe it was a love song he had in mind.

Before long, Kinanti returned to her presence with two cups of warm drink. One he gave to Kala.

“Drink, let's not catch a cold,” bargain.

“Still.” It is with pleasure that Kala accepts it.

He sipped the drink without diverting it from Kinanti. While Kinanti prefers to look the other way. Her heart is not safe if she looks like this with Kala. His time was like stopping and his palpitations were getting harder and harder for him to control.

“Kal,” call Kinanti hesitate.

“Hem?” Look, the man turned his head quickly and his gaze was extremely sharp, attentive. Kinanti's heart was like being showered with many arrows.

“I can nanya?” turning his face and looking down, he asked.

“I will gladly answer,” Kala said.

Kinanti. With all his courage, he decided to ask.

When he did not answer, he tried to remember what happened one year ago. Memories of sadness and anger also appeared in his chest and mind.

“Because of an error,” Kala said, starting his sentence.

Kinanti turned her head and looked at Kala in confusion.

“You mean?”

Kala sighed deeply and then exhaled slowly. It seemed like there was nothing he needed to cover anymore from Kinanti.

“My parents separated one year ago. They made a decision that I found very disappointing. Split up because of the third person, asshole, right?” Kala asked Kinanti. Questions he doesn't need to hear.

“I'm angry at their decision. I acted a lot to express my frustration. I also often quarreled with my ex-husband until I was considered a child who did not know myself. But who does not know themselves? Wasn't he the one who set the example inappropriate to his son?” Kala's words sounded sarcastic. Kinanti could see flashes of anger from the pair of eagle eyes.

“That man not only ruined my dream of a happy family. He also lost my respect and trust in him. He had also eliminated the people who should still be with me. He ruined many things in my life.” Kala's breathing sounded heavy and Kinanti could feel that.

“Until the peak of my anger, I often go to wild races. I race almost every night. I also became a rival of the head of the motorcycle genk that had confronted us. And one fateful thing that I did not expect, the previous chairman of the motorcycle genk died in an accident while competing with me.”

“According to them, I was the cause of their head of genk's death. Until finally they hate and antagonize me.” When bowed lethargic. Considering how he saw the man bleeding on the street after hitting a roadblock, it felt terrible.

Kinnati did not dare to comment. He let Kala with the regret he felt. Maybe right now you just need to listen. Not a solution, not a judgment.

“That son of a bitch is my life Kinan." Kala looked at Kinanti with nanar.

"I will not force you to accompany me, but I hope, you will never leave me.” Kala said softly. He looked at the Kinanti in front of him. The girl looked at him with an unknown feeling.

Kala ventured to touch Kinanti's hand, meeting her pinky with Kinanti's pinky. The rubbing between the surface of the skin makes the heart Kala like to stop pumping. Kinanti did not refuse, making Kala grip it tightly. It feels very warm and soothing. His spirit seemed to re-collect only from seeing a pair of eyes that were always looking at him attentively.

“I'm not going anywhere,” timpal Kinanti. He not only promised Kala but also to himself.

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