A Five Step Match
38. A Word of Caution From Friends

Dinda and Yoga had just gotten home, their steps were slow when they went inside because they did not want to disturb the occupants of the house who might have fallen asleep.

"Slow down, Ga!" dinda whispered while sticking her index finger in front of her mouth as Yoga closed the door and heard a creaking sound.

"Yes, this is slow too. Elo's ears are like rabbits, small sounds too."

Yoga closed the door very carefully, not forgetting to lock it again.

Looks like the tv screen is still on, indicating if there are still people there.

"Mama hasn't slept yet" whispered Dinda again, looking at the back of the head which she believed to be Puspa.

"Yes, but be quiet as if sleeping, the tv's on."

The two men walked on their toes so as not to make any noise. Sure enough, when they had arrived near Mama Puspa, it turns out that the woman who had not even turned fifty years of age had fallen asleep.

"Well, did I say, Mama's asleep. Go upstairs first, I wake up Mom. Mama is waiting for us. It's a pity to sleep here."

Dinda nodded her head and immediately went upstairs with her shoes in hand.

"Ah, it hurts my legs" said Dinda and then sat on the edge of the bed. His legs were indeed scuffed, this must be because he had walked quite far.

"Is there a salve?"

"Remember with the P3K box in the kitchen, Dinda went back downstairs again. He saw Yoga turning off the TV and cleaning up the food on the front desk.

"What are you doing?" ask Yoga when she finds Dinda in the kitchen.

"Search ointments. I think I saw yesterday, but where is it?" murmured Dinda more to herself.

"What sale?"

"Make that wound or scuff."

"Oh, I guess this one, right? Just jerk."

Yoga brought out something that was next to the refrigerator, and it was true that it was what Dinda was looking for.

"This, right?" ask Yoga.

"Yes that one."

"Attent." Yoga read the name of the ointment as well as its usefulness, before long he approached and asked Dinda what was sick.

"Feet, I think I got the high heel earlier. Yes," said Dinda.

Yoga led Dinda to sit on a chair, she lowered her head, kneeling in front of Dinda with one leg in front of her body like someone who would express love.

"Eh, what's elo?" dinda asked confusedly staring at what Yoga was doing.

"Elo's legs are sick, right? Can you take your own leg?" tanya Yoga, then without the approval of Dinda she opened the lid of the ointment and found out where her aching leg was, Yoga raised Dinda's right leg, placed it on the knee, and then, then rub it on the back of Dinda's scuffed and flushed legs. Dinda grimaced in pain feeling the pain in her leg.

"Each of them, if you are not used to wear heels do not need to use. It's gini, scuffed. Who is the sick Rasain? Elo, not me."

Dinda just kept quiet, she put her lips together. Where's there wearing a dress without wearing heels?

"Anybody wear a dress but wear regular shoes?" said Dinda.

"From the foot of the elo-scratched kayak gini? Also why do you have to work hard to use what you do not like? Elo tuh habit, think more want to nyenengin others, why not think of comfort for elo itself? I know elo don't like the place of rame kayak that, but elo still come to the place of the Galih. I know you don't like to wear heels, still use it too. And if one day the Galih tells you to drink bayklin, you want to drink too?" ask Yoga.

Dinda was upset to hear Yoga talking like that. As if he would do anything for a man and not love his own life.

"Yes, it's not good. I may be a pussy, but I'm not crazy!" dinda. Yoga raised his face and smiled at the sweet girl's words.

Yoga made Dinda calm this time.

"It has. Elo's leg hurts, doesn't it?" tanya Yoga, still with a sweet smile on her bibr.

"It hurts, it has not been treated," said Dinda, then lowered his leg from above the knee Yoga and raised the other leg to the place earlier.

Yoga painfully smeared Dinda's sore legs, though not as badly as earlier.

"It has. We're sleeping yuk." Yoga got up from the floor and tightly closed the ointment.

"Take me."

"Curly, spoiled!"

"My legs are sick!" Dinda stretched out her two hands.

"I've treated it!"

"Yes, but it was Elo who made his legs sore. Come on, my husband, when you don't want to carry me? Mager's the way."

Yoga shook his head. Dinda's behavior is disturbing, but strangely she does not want to scold or nag as usual.

"Yes already. Gonna carry?" ask Yoga. Dinda smiled and nodded her head in pleasure.

"You, but you don't want to be behind."

"Well, where are you?"

"Front is!"

"Ish, just like a new waiter." However, Yoga still holds Dinda in front of her body ala-ala newlyweds.

Just as Yoga was about to step out of the kitchen area, Dinda told Yoga to stop.

"What? Elo weight. Pake stopped everything again?"

"Be there first. I remember there was a snack there. Want to watch drakor," said Dinda while pointing at the closet in front of her.

"Ish, instead of sleeping, even want to watch drakor. What's so good about Drakor?"

"What's so good about watching anime?" Dinda asked back.

"Good, because of the technique of drawing it!" kata Yoga's.

After finishing taking what Dinda wanted, Yoga brought Dinda upstairs very carefully. He did not want to stumble over the stairs and make himself and Nayla roll down.

Up in the room, Yoga rested Dinda very carefully on her bed, but Yoga's body lost balance so she could not hold herself back and fell on her body.

Their gazes immediately collided with each other, so surprised that the two were now just silently staring at each other.

Dag-dig-dug, chest pounding inside the chest is a little painful, but strange. Amused, embarrassed, but still want to look at me in a moment.

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