Anti Romantic
Ordeal or grace

A little rejection was thrown by Argan when both parents told him that the room that would be occupied by Grey was right next to his room, but rejection is only a rejection that has no satisfactory results in fact both Raufan and Aira are still adamant to put Grey there.

And this is where Argan was with eyes that snickered cynically carrying two suitcases up into the room and put it next to a single bed-sized bed with a bed cover in green tosca-pink with a picture of a rabbit head, and, I don't know when his parents prepared it.

"Lo can keep your pakean in that closet." Point Argan in a 4-door closet at the end of the room lined with study tables and bookshelves.

Not making a sound, Grey just looked back where Argan was after setting his gaze on the cupboard in question.

"Lo can't say thank you?"

"Thanks" Gray said, he did not like if there were other people who were nearby for a long time, and he thought Argan had been there for a long time, he wanted to rest his body as soon as possible and hoped that if the man who was praised by his god-class handsome by his classmate to immediately come out of the room that would be in his place somehow to stay for a long time.

Argan snorted a slanted smile, he could assure if this girl in front of him would never match him with such a vastly different personality. Argan breathed in a rough breath while flipping his body quickly as Grey made a sound again.

"Gue's gonna take a break, you can get out, right?"

Argan walked quickly while mumbling, "Oh my god, whose host is whose guest."

Grey heard it but he didn't care he thought it wasn't important, he still speaks naturally and also he has also refused even though his parents are asking to stay in this house but his parents' two friends are none other than Argan's parents even forced him to stay.

On his body on the bed, one hand he put behind his head and one hand closed his eyes, he was tired and wanted to immerse himself in a dream even if only for a moment without him realizing the door to his room was still not tightly closed.

***

"Where's gray?" Aira looked up to see the new son coming down the stairs.

"Not knowing, Bund. Still in his room this time." Argan shrugged both of his shoulders.

"Call over there first!, make dinner that way." Tell Aira from under the stairs.

"Mother can't call yourself? Or maybe it's that way." Tawar Argan refused.

"RATHERAAN!!"

Argan peeked a little in front of the door of Grey's room that was not closed tightly while calling the girl quietly. "Grey!"

Argan chuckles to himself with the call he pinned on the girl, according to him it is more suitable for the character of a girl who is expressionless like her, whereas 'Grey' and 'Grey' it is the same as distinguishing from language. But, for Argan the name 'Grey' is too cool for a girl who hasn't even lived in her house for a day.

"Where is he?" Argan pulled his head back to comb the outside of the room when he didn't see Grey inside.

"He hasn't come down yet, has he?" Monologue, back he gushed his head into the room followed by his feet that began to step in, his hands pushed the door open wide before his body came inside.

Argan combed through the invisible room of a wanted man inside, there was only a set of gray-clothed sleeping pajamas on top of the mattress. Unknowingly, Argan sat down next to the bed and waited for the girl to come out of the bathroom. Well, she knew that Grey was in the bathroom because the sound of water gurgling could be heard coming out.

"It's not wrong if he I call gray, he likes it that color." Argan Mumbles.

Actually, he could have shouted behind the bathroom door to tell the girl in it to immediately go down to dinner after finishing the bath, but for some reason it seems as if Argan's smart brain is closed and instead waits while playing the game on his phone.

The sound of the door squeaking could be heard changing Argan's attention, his gaze was straight with round eyes looking at Grey coming out of the bathroom with a light blue towel wrapped around his body to the knees as well as the hair covered with a white towel.

"Why in my room?" As if there was no problem with Argan seeing him in such a condition Grey instead asked with his flat expression.

Argan opened his eyes at a glance then immediately stood up straight, a little difficult to swallow salivah after he said, "Lo called mother for dinner."

"Yes, I'll come down." Grey replied as he walked closer to the bed intending to pick up his clothes.

Argan glanced at Grey who was already standing beside him while bowing. Grey's body really made Argan stiffen in place.

"Lord, is this a trial or a blessing?" Inner Argan closed his eyes.

"Gue's uncomfortable, you can get out?" Sarkas Grey without seeing Argan.

"Yes, sorry." Argan said, "More times make sure the door is tightly closed." he continued, then walked quickly out of the room leaving Grey, who was stunned in his place to regulate his heartbeat which suddenly beat fast. It is wrong to assume that he is experiencing the same feelings as people who start to like someone because now what he feels instead wants to cuss at him who is so careless. This was the first time there was someone who saw himself in a state that he thought was half-naked and that was a man.

Shit, shit, shit