Trapped in the Love of Immigrants

Of jealousy?

"So, are we here to watch?"

Navroy chuckled at my silly question. "Of course, Babe, we're not here to flirt with the female workers!"

An concerned look was now towards him, then throbbing and pinching this nose with anxiety. For a moment, both balls of my eyes enjoyed the view of—indah—it, was when that big, sturdy hand was still there, it was, clasping so tightly on this palm that it always sweats when our hands touch each other, I also don't know—and don't let go in the slightest while occasionally rubbing it gently with her thumb.

The cinema is quite spacious and crowded so it must queue up in front of the entrance. Moreover, the bar where ticket reservations lead directly to the main door. It took half an hour, we just finished the purchase transaction and fortunately, the film will soon start airing.

"You want popcorn or a soft drink?" bargain Navroy when we were in the theater, when for a moment passed the hawkers who went around selling in this large room.

The lights have not gone out. Navroy then sat to the right, his athletic body propped up on the red sofa. As soon as my body sat down next to her, her hand immediately grabbed and warmly grasped my hand. His distinctive smile seemed wide as soon as he found my eyes staring at his grasp and handsome face almost simultaneously.

"You cold? Your hands are so cold and wet." The whisper that keeps me in a smile.

"It's okay. Maybe the effect because the whole day is in a room that is paired with a cooler. And also, maybe that's why my boss installed those two 'sleep hypnosis' devices, to keep my brain cool while doing office work!"

He chuckled with a joke at the end of my sentence, but instantly clenched his jaw tightly as I was staring at him sharply—remembered—but in a smile held back laughter.

I was blown away in a stunned silent body, when that gentle kiss landed on the back of my hand, but that melted innocent smile still always made me glower with a hue. Then, the next second, grasping with both hands that are occasionally rubbed while approaching his mouth and blowing gently.

"It's warm now?" tanyanya in between activities rubbing it.

My smile expands in nods. This gaze was not even separated from his activity that tried to warm up earlier to make him more fascinated. "Lumayan, thanks."

Navroy leaned over, then whispered, "A lover or loved one, not knowing thanks to his partner or loved one. Because of love, giving each other happiness, not pain!"

His words made me stupefied. Meet up? Enchanted? Of course it always works! In fact, it made me fall in love even more.

These past few months, he's been carrying a lantern in my darkness, then pulling towards a bright spot. Although, sometimes afraid, if it may be one day wrong, if, that the bright spot was apparently just a reflection of the light from the heart that was burning slowly as longing raged on and waited.

"Hi, Key!" greet a tall brown man with his pinched hair. White shirts and knee-length shorts that were combined with a kettle seemed to cover his stocky body. With an innocent smile, he passed by in front of Navroy, ignoring the man next to me who was looking at him strangely, and then sitting next to me while telling a vague story.

"Sir Akbar, how are you here?"

"I'm watching, baby. Uh, I've been looking for you all this time, you know!" timpal Akbar's.

A smile evaporated on my lips. He was a new friend I knew, but he wasn't close either. Even so, he is the type of man who easily welcomes everyone, even as if he forgot where he was.

"I was the same friend, he went to the toilet and.... "

akbar's chatter is now getting longer until my lover is neglected. Moreover, the film is now starting to air and the lights have dimmed, but my friend still continues the story is not clear with a tone that starts almost whispering. I could even feel Navroy's sense of protest and dislike when I glanced at the look on his face that had now turned defensive in silence. Looks like it's getting upset.

"... yes, Key, so—"

"I'm sorry, but he had to accompany me to find a toilet" said Navroy, who deliberately pressed his vocabulary and then immediately pulled my hand away, while still chatting with Akbar who was gossiping and joking laugh—without giving a chance to say a word—dan did not care.

Navroy let out a long sigh then took a deep breath, when we had been in front of the theater. As if, he had been holding back for a long time and had just discovered oxygen.

"Why stop? Don't you want to go to the toilet?"

"I don't like the movie, I want another movie!"

"Baby—"

"Would you like to see it or not?"

Why her? I should have asked like that, why—

I let out a long sigh as I had to follow her as she pulled my hand out of nowhere.

Emotionally changing quickly? In fact, his attitude was sweet!

Navroy sat on a bench not far from the ticket lobby. Still with a cold and angry face. Asumsiku, he was calming down and thinking of something.

Again, I sighed, then I decided to sit next to him and calm down.

"Are you okay? Is there anything that makes you uncomfortable, Babe?"

Navroy glanced at it, then rolled his eyes.

Is he crashing?

Why is his attitude so childish, anyway? But the streaks of veins on his temple and white neck seemed tense. Is he angry?

I nodded as I looked at him for a moment. Wiping the sweat carefully at the temple and his forehead using the back of my hand.

"Sorry." It was my sigh that made him glance at me. "I'm so sorry," I continued. Our eyes looked at each other.

"For what? It's okay."

"Babies?" call me again who is still staring at him, though in a barely whispering tone of voice.

I now take his hand, then hold it with both hands while the glare of these eyes is still directed at him. The color of his iris instantly reconciled. "Because I ignored you and was busy chatting with my friend. But, really, Akbar was just a friend,"

"Accbar? Oh, that's his name? Whatevers! What if he's not a friend? It's okay, you don't need to explain."

I sighed heavily. I looked at that face that had been lowered in a cold face. The hand that was still holding his big white hand was now pulled and resting on my lap.

"Don't be jealous of her, honey!"

It worked! My temptation made him lift his face and look at me. The look on his face changed instantly, at least that cold look was no longer on his handsome face.

"I? Jealousy him? No, Babe!" she was beautiful, but as she held back a smile, her face flushed.

"Right, you're jealous, right?" I was getting more seductive, especially looking at that funny expression while gently touching her nose.

His expression now relaxed, although it was very clear he was trying to hide that amused smile, but still visible to the touch of the eyes.

My weirdness sounded which made him pinch this squashy cheek. Again, he pulled me to the ticket stand while the hand held my hand so tightly, then we picked another movie.

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