When Kama Meet Silk 1&2

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Kama Leandra Rahayu's

Hi.hallo.nah, my name is Kama Leandra Rahayu. Age 15 road 16 years old. Height 165cm. Brown-eyed, curly hair, and slightly dark skin. My nature is cute, santuy, kind of tomboyish, but unfortunately crybaby. Ooh, really not in sync with my badass! This is because I have PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) since 10 years ago. Exactly when I was 6 years old, grade 1 SD.

This disturbance I am facing concerns the heart. To be honest, I don't care at all about what's going on around me. But this heart is really incapable, he is too sensitive, as if asked to be chopped, fried, continue to eat, so no need to cry again! (quite horror not my intention? hehe)

Oh yes, I am from the Island of the Gods of Bali, and I seem to be a Hindu. Because that's what I've been learning all along at my school. My mother, whom I call biang, is a real Balinese, and my father, I don't know who she is.

I have just arrived in Jakarta on my last flight, a metropolis that will be my second home starting today. Yes, right from today I will stay here until my college is over. Definitely not imagining, if a minor like me already wants to be a college kid..

I came to Jakarta to meet the invitation of one of the famous universities here, namely the University of Indonesia. I became one of the invited student candidates, who had the opportunity to enter this campus, with a smooth path without having to take the test exam.

Yapp! Coincidentally I was awarded a smart brain from the Powerful One, so I could finish school faster and enter through a special path in UI. I took the Faculty of Engineering majoring in Interior Architecture. A major I've dreamed of since I was in Junior High.

The clock almost pointed to the number 10 in my hand, but I still squinted where my suitcase was

" Mckk, lama nyaa!!" seruku slowly while bowed

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a cell phone fell right in front of my feet. Fatigued and sleepy, I did not realize the existence of the phone, and only Hampiiir was stepped on by me

" Don't get punched!!" a voice startled me, I raised my head and looked at the origin of the voice

A guy with a high posture, maybe about 180cm, but not clearly visible face because he wears a hat. and I am not the type of person who likes to pay attention to someone's face. He walked quickly towards me.

" I'm sorry ma'am, sorry excuse me, ee, it's my phone" he said slowly and lowered his head to pick up the phone right in front of my feet

" Heum, yes" I replied flatly

Not a cold snob, but it's cold at the airport, and I'm really tired and sleepy. So I'm worried about falling asleep here. And thankfully fitting, my suitcase was seen coming out of the queue, making me leave the guy immediately.

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Adrian Zanyar Sutra

I am Adrian Zanyar Sutra, commonly called Sutra or Adri. I'm 23 years old. My height is 180cm. My eyes are a little ash, with somewhat wavy hair. I was born to a Javanese mother and a Swedish expatriate father, who held a high position in a private oil company in Jakarta.

Thank God I am a Muslim. I was born in Jakarta, grew up in Sweden and returned to Jakarta, I was educated by my mother with enough religious knowledge.

My activity is now in the process of working on a master education thesis at one of the best universities in Jakarta, as well as being an assistant lecturer of the S1 program at the same place.

Right now I just got to the last flight from Bali and activated my phone immediately, and immediately put it in my pants pocket. I hurriedly picked up the suitcase and cardboard box souvenirs from my oma that had already been seen coming out of the queue of goods. Not only that, since getting off the plane earlier I have also carried 2 cantongans that also contain souvenirs from my oma.

" Aaah, I look like I'm not a normal guy with this much baggage, all alone anyway! Oma and mom were purposely pranking me like this!!" I am angry in my heart

Drrr.. Drrr..

My phone sounds, but my hands are full of stuff. It must be from mom. Since I was in Bali, my mother has 4x called me asking what time I arrived in Jakarta.

I forced it to grab my phone in my pants pocket, but when the phone almost made it out, it bounced right in front of the feet of a girl who was bowing her head. Whether she's sick or sleepy, I don't know, because her face is not clearly visible, covered by her curly hair. Hehe, funny hair.

I walked quickly towards her, and immediately lowered my head intending to take my phone

" I'm sorry, sorry excuse me, ee, that's my phone"

But my pesky eyes instead stared at her level and beautiful legs. It just so happened that she was wearing shorts above the knee, so clearly visible was the shape of her beautiful legs.

Astarghfirulloh!! What the fuck is my brain! I never saw a girl!

Then the girl raised her face, and answered with santay and flat, and,

" Heum, yes" without staring even directly left me at that moment. But...

Wuuzzuzzis..

The smell of her perfume lingered on my nose, making me momentarily fascinated, Huuumfft,

Whatts? Waduuuh, really not right my brain! Astaghfirullooooh, astaghfirulloh, aataghfirulloooh. Must hurry home, not yet praying isya!

I patted the eel, awakening my madness

Drrr..

My phone went back to sound, and it was really mom

" Hello, assalammualaikum ma'am"

" Walaikumsalam, O Allah SUTRAA, the phone mother from earlier was not adopted! You where is this? So go back to Jakarta, right? It's 10 o'clock, but I can't hear from you..!" my mom's nagging on the phone

I smiled, well, that's my mother, the one who's always chatty but loves me the most, her favorite boy. And it's just me Mom's son. Haha...

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Kama & Sutra