Anti Romantic
He's different

“Tumben lo dizzy because of girls,”

“Dia Different Dim.”

The confiding session of the two adult men who had walked from an hour ago was presumably not getting a bright spot, the remaining two empty glasses

hot chocolate and two glasses that are still full are a sign that the two people are not briefly in the cafe.

Long before the weekend arrived, Dimas had bocked Argan to accompany him to enjoy a work holiday after a few weeks the son of Raufan was refused due to busy reasons or wanted to stay at home.

And now, instead of enjoying the holidays as usual but Dimas had to give up his time to hear the grievances of an Argan.

“Emang who the hell is that chick?” Dimas asked curiously for an hour to hear Argan tell a story, not once did the man mention the name of a girl who made him become upset.

“Lo does not know him but you know.” replied Argan without interest.

At this time Argan has no intention to tell Dimas about Grey, other than to appreciate the girl's desire to be unknown

as a relative of the owner of the company where he works, he also only considers if what he is worrying about is not like someone who is upset to please the girl he likes. He thinks he's just

trying to please the child of his parents' friends.

“Well tell me who you like, how do you know I can help,” said Dimas while sipping hot chocolate

Argan snorted, “Gue does not like well, I just want to nolongin the boy,” his good

“Ya—yah I consider you do not like, but I was surprised from earlier you said boy but you are also dizzy to remember the boy,” reply Dimas, “Usually well boy or girl children are the happiest whose name is doll and chocolate,” he continued to give advice

Argan's shoulder slumped, if only the girl in question had a soul like most girls then Argan would not be confused himself. Got an order from both his parents to please Grey to make it

like a confused girlfriend to buy what gift to like

by her boyfriend.

“Well you dong Nak who thought how to make Grey not sad continue,”

“Dad doesn't want to know, as long as Grey stays in this house he shouldn't be sad because he misses his family,”

“It's your job to keep and make her happy both at home and at the office,”

Sentences from his parents until now still continue to dance in his body, a sentence that indirectly makes it

as a babysitter for a 21-year-old girl.

Starting from Argan who was found in Grey's room at that time and forced the man who has a nearly perfect facial line that must tell how sad Grey is

as long as he's in their house.

Although not often approached Grey who every night was on the balcony but not infrequently Argan saw the girl was silent with a face that was

bended sadly after making a phone call to his family.

“Gue has said that he is different from others,” replied Argan frustrated

“Emang how old is he?, still a boy but have chosen how much gedenya.” Dimas seemed to shake his head several times inexhaustible think of what kind of boy is meant by his best friend and boss.

“21 year”

“Uhuk..Uhuk!!” Dimas who had just downed his drink immediately choked upon hearing Argan's reply. “Sial, it's not a boy anymore Ar, it's,

but it is deserved to be said that adults can even be used as girlfriends,” he said

“According to me he's still a boy.”

“Daily anyway, you like the type of adult girl like aunt Monica that, hehehe,” circus Dimas while chuckling

"Lo style, it's not the same as my kayak lo"

Dimas smiled slantedly as he looked at the two people who had just entered the cafe, his hands raised onto the table then resting their chins.

***

Waiting is the job that most people do not like as much as Grey, when making his enthusiastic promises more than when getting a shopping discon, when making, but when the time came the clock which is usually made of metal material suddenly turned into rubber.

Grey breathed a rough breath as he wiggled his feet under the chair, currently the eldest son of Arum and Deana was waiting for Hana who asked him to meet and promised to come on time.

But by now, the clock had shown at 1:45 p.m., and it was already twenty minutes past the hour they should have met.

He had called Hana but the answer from the girl in the conversation remained the same from half an hour ago that was already on the road, whether on which road he meant up to half an hour had not yet arrived.

"Grey"

Sontak Grey looked up and found a man with a height of about 175cm had stood looming in front of him. "Fathirs?"

"Have you waited a long time?"

"Huh?"

"Where is no ngabarin lo?"

Grey seems confused, as she remembers Hana not talking anything about Fathir that will come suddenly.

"There's no story, he just promised to see you today and there's no talk about it"

"Gue?"

Grey nodded at Fathir's question and made the man smile. "Gue thought he had the same permission if he invited me to come with you guys hang out" said Fathir

This time Grey shook his head, an awkward atmosphere suddenly felt by Fathir for the response he got from Grey, inwardly hoping that his cousin would come quickly.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late." Hana came with a dull voice, the sweat dripping on her thinness was proof that the girl on the bangs was indeed being chased by time.

"Thank God you've come" said Fathir as he stroked his cousin Hana's back.

"Why?, you wait for me?"

"Not me but Grey"

Hana grinned forcibly feeling guilty for making her best friend wait. "Sorry, my dear, I've been waiting a long time" he said

Instead of answering, Grey glared at Hana while glancing at Fathir asking for an explanation why at a time that should only be there they suddenly had Fathir who also participated.

"Sorry Grey, actually last night I was suddenly told the same news if there was an event this morning, he said, so I ask my cousin to help me make nemenin lo so you are not disappointed because our promise is off, at least until I come." explained Hana not tasty.

"Kan you can chat me" whispered Grey angrily

"Sorry"

Understanding Grey's insecurities made Fathir feel even more awkward, swallowing his coarse saliva after he said. "Well Han, you've come so maybe I'm back."

"Thir, join me" Grey said as Fathir turned.

"Huh?"

"Lo already sampe here, you better come with us," said Grey, who hailed by Hana enthusiastically

"Not anything?"

"We're just gonna have lunch together"

Hearing the answer from Grey made Fathir's lip line interested. "Well, I've done it" cried Fathir spirit

"Depart your car too yah?"

"Yes"