When you kissed me

Twenty-six

“You stopped by?..” asked Moli when she got to the door.

Yoga still stands facing the motor by removing the helmet that faithfully protects his head. Smile expands. “Bby, if at permitin.”

“Actually anyway enggak.” The thin lips threw a laugh as they sauntered into the house while wagging his unraveling hair to the front of his chest.

Ten minutes later Moli had taken a bath and changed clothes, then approached Yoga who was lighting a cigarette with her legs raised on the table. A hidden smile from her beautiful face as she stared at the handsome face of Yoga that somehow Moli started to realize that. Yoga is perfect, its humorous nature and able to melt the atmosphere is always missed by Moli who is more often lonely friends. Somehow all that exists in Yoga self there is no part attached to Diki self. He never found joy when with Diki, even before the case like yesterday though. Diki can not make him laugh freely, his heart is too frozen to enter Moli which is considered an active girl in talking.

Silent silence He realized he had admired the figure of the man he met before without intention. The meeting that before him had never been thought of until now continues. “Drink Ga.” Moli said as she put the glass she had taken from the refrigerator.

Yoga smiled then took a sip. Perhaps He was thirsty, as evidenced by a glass of juice that He immediately poured into his throat. What a handsome face it is. Moli admired him even more, He glanced at the eyes of the eagle that was flashing in silence. Moli kept asking in her heart, since when did this man look so handsome? If you are wearing a uniform, of course, Yoga still looks Junior High in general. But when the free clothes stuck on his body, the aura of his good looks was immediately plastered.

Moli continued to look at him until she was unaware that the man before her had turned to look at her. Yoga had a smile before then approached the face of the angel who was still quietly tracing the round black object. Moli's mind drifted deep in thought, in her brain she felt a spring that came inappropriately on the appointed moon. He saw a man who slowly kept his face close to himself until the nose touched each other. Then felt a spongy lump touching her soft red lips.

Moli opened her eyes after conscious touching it. “What is this? Why like this?” A gentle swipe to two Yoga palms coiled around the neck of the angel's level. Isn't Moli sober? But the kiss of the lips still felt softly touching his lips. The eyes of the two of them clashed with each other, until finally Moli encouraged Yoga to stay away.

Both silent. Silence does not sound. Moli turned around, her face flushed red by biting her lower lip. His breathing rose and fell rhythmically with his beating heart getting louder. “What have I done?” the question echoed within his body which began to sweat wetly.

“Where is my consciousness?”

“Sorry that was.” said Yoga who was still down. Maybe he's afraid Moli's gonna be mad. Moli turned her head then pulled onto Yoga's two hands, grasping them tightly. Moli rubs the hair that covers the face of Yoga because it is bowed. It's freaky. There was not the slightest anger towards Moli. It seems like Moli welcomed everything that Yoga did.

“No papa kok.” Moli smiled then hugged the bowed body. He buried his face on Yoga's shoulders. Feels warm.

Slowly both hands of Yoga grabbed Moli's slender waist and returned her embrace. Who would have thought this kind of meaningful silence would be? Yoga closed his eyes tightly, assuring whether all this was reality or just an illusion.

“Kak Moli.”

“Hmm... why Ga?”

“Sister Moli is not angry?”

“Anged! So angry even.”

“Sorry yes, unintentional oath.”

“Udah, don't discuss.” Moli take off

his embrace then randomized Yoga's hair to a mess.

“Udah gih home, it's late.”

Yoga smiled as Moli's soft hands suddenly rubbed her cheeks. He knew this girl wasn't mad at him. The evidence is that his nature is getting softer on him. “Yes, I'm home.”

Moli stood to take Yoga to the front of the house. Actually his synthetic body is still vibrating but he is still conscious to be able to walk. “Heart of heart.”

“Iya.” Answer Yoga that has been perched on the motor.

“Why?”

The cup!

One kiss landed on his nose. The girl ran and disappeared into the house. Yoga is still stupefied. The kiss really surprised him so much that his heart seemed like it was going to explode. He pinched his own left hand trying to convince whether it was a dream or reality.

“Stt! Pain!”

From behind the living room window curtains, Moli laughed at Yoga who seemed really surprised by his treatment earlier.

“Why with me? What am I doing?”

Moli ran towards her hiding place on the second floor. He rolled over on the soft bed biting the pillowcase holding his screams so as not to spurt out. All of this is very difficult to explain. What he feels now is something he has never felt before. Strange, very strange.

Love can come from anywhere.

“Heh! Home is finally lo!” Diki pulled a Yoga shirt when he entered the house. Almost two hours more Diki waited for Yoga in the living room, until finally Yoga appeared and was immediately attacked by Diki.

“Apaan hell lo! Play serobot only!” feeling unaccepted Yoga shook Diki's hand that gripped her shirt.

“So all this time elo still related to Moli? You jerk!”

“Create the problem there huh?!”

“Clearly problem! She's my girlfriend!” Diki pushed Yoga's body to hit the large closet in the living room.

Yoga only sighs, He chooses not to return Diki's treatment to him. Tonight his mood was happy, he did not want to ruin it just because of fighting with Diki. Yoga was instantly indifferent and turned away from Diki who was still provoking his emotions.

“Woi! Where are you going! I'm not done yet speaking.”

“Serden elo!”

Ck! Damn that boy! Yoga clucked with hands still clenched. His eyes glanced at Yoga who finally entered the room. A snort from his nose indicates he is very angry but confused what to do. In her small heart Diki is actually aware that half of what is now happening with her relationship and Moli is her own fault. The relationship that has been on the edge of this horn seems to have been very difficult if it must be repaired. Like a word, Rice has become porridge.

Moving from Diki who is still silent in the living room, Yoga is actually enjoying a truly beautiful night at this time. He continued to imagine the figure of the girl who might now be dreaming across there. Occasionally Yoga rubbed his lips, remembering the gentle touch of her red angel lips. The kiss on his nose that made him smile like a madman.all of it was possessing his brain right now.

Is this a dream?

Sometimes Yoga patted his cheeks trying to wake up from his long sleep until he realized all the actions of his hands were painful. And this is reality. A reality that He could never explain.

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