When you kissed me

Enamor

After Diki flashed from before him, Moli fell down with a loud shout coming out from her mouth. Her body trembled, her cries increasingly flooded her beautiful face which was now damp like a landslide.

“Kak Moli..”

Yoga squatted and tightly hugged Moli's body that was still slumped on the ground. “Maafin Yoga yes..”

It seems like a lot of things that Doni has not known about Yoga this end. Yoga debt explanation on Doni who was actually still confused with what just happened.

“Yuk I anterin home..”

Yoga holding Moli's shoulder helps her to stand up. His heart seemed to be sliced when he saw the girl he loved was injured. He would never let something like this happen to him again. The hand was still coiled around Yoga's waist, and now his tears had begun to stop.

“Ya I've returned first. lo heart heart...” said Doni before leaving first.

“Gue direct anterin home or where to go first?” Yoga looked at Moli who was still hugging him.

“Back home..”

Arriving at Diki's house like a possessed man. He rampaged in his room, until some of his belongings were thrown down scattered on the floor. His eyes were rounded with clenched hands punching the wall until it turned blue. “Awas aja lo Ga... I will not let you deket Moli again.”

He kept nagging in his room. His anger was so high. He did not accept if his lover had to know a person named Yoga. A half-sister who until now has not considered him a brother.

“Diki... you're inside nak..”.

The sound from behind the door stopped his rampage. “Mama login yes..”

Santi gaped at Diki's room that was so messy. He shook his head then passed the scattered item approaching Diki who was standing facing out the window.

“Why you, baby? There's a problem..”

Hearing the sound of santi actually reminds her of Yoga. Without turning back Diki with her floor scolding her mother.

“Mama don't interfere! Mending urinate on that brash Mama's son!”

A look of hate was drawn from his face when he saw Santi. Diki's never been like this before. If Diki is angry with Yoga, he never has anything to do with Santi. But this is another day before.

The atmosphere of the room looks gripping. Santi slowly approached Diki who was still sitting on the mattress with her legs dangling down. The gust of wind from outside broke through making the room look tense. “You have another problem? Same story mom here..”

Diki squeezed the bed sheet until the rubber came out of the corner of the mattress. Her face flushed red, just like two years ago when her Love was rejected by Lia. His anger rises when Lia prefers a jerk whose tip ends up leaving him. All of these events reminded her of her past that she had long forgotten.

“Please mama out... I don't want mama to interfere..”.

Diki looked at the concerned face of Santi who was standing with one hand holding onto Diki's shoulder. He did not want his anger to be released on his mother who did not know what. Too much affection makes it unbearable to include Santi in this matter.

“OK Mama out..” soft kiss landed on Diki's forehead.

Diki fell silent without turning away. Actually wrong! Why did Santi have to get angry? He doesn't know what. Oh ruthless! Diki rolled over and hid herself in a thick, brown blanket.

“Sister Moli is not papa right? Maafin Yoga earlier.”.

Yoga parked his bike in the courtyard of the mansion. Taking off the helmet then rubbed the shoulders of Moli who was still limp to walk.

Moli smiled with Yoga sincerity. “Gue can myself Ga... I am not grandma grandma..”.

They chuckle trying to let go of what happened before. Trivial problems actually, but widened when Diki's emotions overflow only because of his misunderstanding.

When jealousy befalls sometimes silly things can happen without seeing the condition.

“Log in first yes Ga..” Moli pulls Yoga hand. They headed straight for the second floor where Moli's room was located.

No conversation for a few minutes. Yoga busy himself with his phone open a chat message from Doni who keeps asking things that are actually lazy to explain. Moli herself was combing her hair which was a little alarmed because of the battle earlier in front of the dressing table. His eyes sometimes glanced at the image of Yoga from behind the mirror, who was grimacing rubbing wounds on his nose and lips that felt sore.

“This is my medicine..” Moli pulled the box foam chair she had previously used to sit in front of the mirror in front of Yoga. “Sick??”

Moli rubbed gently with her palm. The two eyes meet each other, looking at each other trying to express the contents of each other's hearts. Yoga held onto Moli's right cheek which was still silent with her hands unceasingly rubbing the wound on her nose.

“Kak Moli..”

His arms were pulled back by Yoga when he was about to take P3K equipment from his corner closet. “Kak Moli is good, right?”

His worry for the girl was excessive. Maybe it was because she was already in love or maybe it was because she was his first love and kiss.

“Gue is good just fine... oh yes lo it knows Diki?”

The deg! Yoga gulps. Worried questions were finally heard. Yoga lowered his head with both hands fused a little tensely.

“Kok diem anyway.”.

Yoga took a breath, his lips began to shake and prepare an explanation for the question. “Gue is clear but must promise will not be angry.”.

“Appointment?” Moli slightly opened her mouth.

“Why be angry?”

“Ya anyway promise will not be angry..”.

“Iya yes.. promise!”

Moli raised her little finger right in front of Yoga's face. Yoga smiled with a soft sigh due to the relief from Moli's words.

“Actually Diki is my half-sister.”.

Those pretty eyes were rounded with their mouths wide open. They're both brothers? How can? Moli still does not believe in the word Yoga. “Seriously? No lie Lo..”

Yoga shook his head, indicating that his words were true. Previously He thought he would not need to explain all this to him, but the more here Moli also needs to know between the relationship of Yoga and Diki.

The look on Moli's face began to change, her face now looking flat. But he has promised Yoga not to be angry with him if Yoga has explained what is between Yoga and Diki.

“Kok you never told me?” asked Moli who immediately stood up and moved to sit on the bed with a pillow.

Yoga turned. “Because I don't think it needs to be explained..it doesn't matter.” Yoga bowed down to make Moli in the thick of various questions that He needed to ask her about what this was all about.

Moli crawled up and sat next to Yoga on the edge of the bed. He looked at the boy who was still in silence. There seems to be some things that he has been craving all along. Whatisit? Moli doesn't know.

“Gue also need to know Ga... you will know that Diki is my girlfriend..” Moli rubbed the back of Yoga's clenched hand. “So from when do you know the relationship between me and Diki?”

“Time Diki pick up Mr. Moli to home.”.

Moli sighed, then turned Yoga's shoulder to face her. Yoga still bowed in fear like a boy who did wrong to his mother. He had not dared to look at Moli's eyes who saw him bowed. The body can be high, but age can't cheat. Yoga is not yet an adult. Sometimes there are times when He sulks in fear because of his actions that disappoint those closest to him.

“Udah do not need to duck so.. I am not angry really..” Moli holds both cheeks

Yoga raised his face to face him. They look more like a mother and her child comforting each other.

Actually Yoga also knows, Moli will not be angry at him. It's just that He hates having to explain the relationship between himself and Diki. Sometimes Yoga is also jealous to see his Mama who is so considerate of Diki. That's why he prefers silence when he finds out Moli is Diki's lover.

It all hurt to him. Should a loved one be owned by someone he hates? His stepfather was good, but he never got the attention like Diki got the attention of his mother. Is Not Fair!

“Gue knows brother Moli will not be angry.”.

“Terus... Why is his face so flat?”

“No papa... I just want to be hugged..”

Yoga grinned and immediately rushed to hug Moli until stranded on the mattress. Maybe this is one way that Yoga does not need to explain more about him.

“Wooo... flirty basics!” Moli shuffled Yoga's hair which was still piercing her, then pushed her lying next to Moli. There was no sense of awkwardness or strange things in his mind. Moli just likes the spoiled manner of Yoga on her. They face each other in a sloping position. His eyes collided with a smile from each other's lips.

“Kak Moli shower gih... asem smell!”

“Basic! Resek.”

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