Anti Romantic
Sexy

A few crosses appear to decorate each number printed on fancy import paper until it ends in the number 15 with a thick red circle, the number 15 that Grey marks on a desk calendar as

venting his frustration about today, he had no choice but to remain silent because indeed his body had no more intention for such emotions, Grey still could not forget the incident in the office last afternoon.

The attitude of the child of Arum was no doubt the attention of the residents of the house, Grey who was known not much to say it still sometimes chimed in chat when invited to joke at dinner, but different from now, but different from now, the girl was just silent for what she thought until the completion of the dinner, Grey went straight to the room after having helped bi Minah clean the table.

The 21-year-old moved her lap calendar onto the table beside her quickly when she heard her name being called out repeatedly, he who was on the balcony at that time rushed to his feet and ran into the room about to open the door which might soon be nagging at the cry of the person in front of him.

A beautiful face with hair that covers the forehead down the eyebrows meets Grey's view. Argan's face was right in front of him when the door had just opened, the man without warning immediately bowed to align his face with Grey.

“Lo is okay?” the question escaped out of Argan's mouth in a soft voice

Grey was stunned still looking at the eyes of the man in front of him until he gasped as Argan waved his hand in front of his face. “Lo don't do anything, right inside?” asked Argan again as he leaned his face combing the Grey's private room.

“What do you mean?” Grey tilted his body to distance himself as Argan tried to get inside his room and followed the man from behind.

Argan who had just stepped several times it immediately stopped and then turned his body to face Grey. He quietly examined the face of the child of his parents' best friend and then his hands raised touching both shoulders of Grey slowly.

“Lo again sad?”

Given such a question makes Grey immediately turn his face, it can not be denied a little bit of Grey she is still a girl who has a heart so soft, so soft, and as hard as she could, she harbored trouble, she was still a weak girl.

Argan smiled noticing Grey's expression trying to avoid him. “Package from aunt Deana?” said later

Sigap Grey nodded in agreement, he walked to his bed and then sat there and was followed by Argan who chose to sit beside Grey between two boxes of packages in the middle of both.

“This shipment from mami,” said Grey took one of the white colored blouses in the box

“Bagus”

“What?”

“Gue does not doubt the fashion sense of Aunt Deana, always fashionable and classy,” bright Argan honest

“Not like it?”

Argan looked up at Grey and smiled thinly. “Because it's lo sad?” his god made Grey's lips cut open with lazy eyeballs.

In his heart Argan can only laugh funny, very encouraging according to him when he managed to make the girl in front of him

displaying various expressions other than flat especially shy expressions like this time.

“Emang when did I say I didn't like it?”

“Thus of the day,” replied Grey

“Gue didn't say I didn't like it,”

“But, lo—“

"So I don't think it's appropriate to use this?"

Argan took a short breath before speaking softly. "According to you, Mr Rey chose what type of woman?"

That was not the answer Grey expected to his question, but he still tried to remember how the man's temper was meant by the person in front of him.

Silent while looking up, Grey occasionally repeats the name in question to help him read how the character of the man who had made him uncomfortable last afternoon.

"Gue think, Mr. Rey is a typical man who likes adult women with sexy and luxurious appearance," he said, "Maybe," he continued, shrugging his shoulder in doubt with what he said.

Argan who was in front of him just laughed thinly then chimed in. "Lo knows exactly how a guy like him is,"

"Gue's just guessing, Ar"

"Yes I know," said Argan while unpacking the contents of the box and removing lipstick with a brand that Argan knows very well what the price range is because the round also collects it. "And according to you, why is he able to notice you like you were this afternoon?"

Grey silently replied, There are several reasons on his mind and it makes him ashamed to say it in front of Argan.

"Ok, I'm the one who answers from the side of a grown man like him." Argan spoke when he realized Grey's discomfort with his question.

"That's because you with the kayak makeup earlier make you look more mature, by way of you explain the material make you look very classy, very classy, and with the clothes you were wearing earlier made you look sek-"

"G, STOP!!" Grey reflex smothered Argan's mouth so that the man's sentence was cut off.

He was instantly embarrassed by every word Argan had spoken that described him earlier this afternoon.

"Why? I still want to jabarin some more reasons, loh," seduced Argan took off Grey's small hand that touched his lips

"U-already, Ar. I already know, don't go on anymore," Grey broke up covering up his misdeeds

"Is this what I give to the adjah?" he muttered while storing the beavers that Argan had issued back into the box.

His face looked sad as he said it made Argan feel bad. "The man's gift shouldn't be given to anyone else either, Grey," he said, picking up an empty box to help Grey insert the tools he had unloaded. "What else is this from your parents" he continued

Argan shakes his head peeking at Grey's lowered face. "Lo won't be around 21 forever, Grey. You can keep these things until you're ready to wear them."

Grey sighed violently then stood up and walked towards the closet where he kept his belongings for almost two months.

After all the items were neatly stored, the girl returned to the bed where Argan was still sitting there while focusing her gaze on the glass cabinet with a height of about 2 meters which was next to the dressing table, a closet that holds a work suit often used by Grey.

Argan turned to Grey when the girl sat down next to him and crawled up onto the bed and put her feet under the covers.

"Gue wants to sleep, you can get out, right?"

Argan speechless with the extreme change of the nature of the girl in front of him, only a few minutes later the girl returned to her flat mode which made Argan impassive.

"Tante Deana used to crave what the hell?"