Anti Romantic
Handsome ghost

"Kok himself down?, which Grey?"

"Just finished the bath, he said he'd be down in a minute." Argan replied honestly to his mother's question without her noticing that his parents' eyes immediately widened to hear his sentence.

Argan pulled the chair for him to sit on, not realizing his parents' gaze was directed at him, his hand grabbed the drinking water beside the plate that was still empty and downed the contents to the toilet. She coughed at the father's question.

"You don't care about Grey, do you, Ar?"

As if having the same thoughts as her husband Aira even nodded in approval to Raufan's question which further cornered the son.

"Is it true that you're suspicious of me?" Not accepting, Argan immediately stood up to leave from there, but stopped when he saw Grey who was standing in front of him.

"Sorry om, auntie, Grey is late." Grey Greetings

"It's okay, baby. Come sit down!, your favorite cooking aunt, says your mom - Grey likes sweet sour shrimp well?"

Aira embraces Grey to sit beside Argan's chair instantly making the man who is still standing snort, Raufan who saw the behavior of the son immediately glared at him, Argan realized that and could only roll his eyeballs lazily. Like a teenage boy who is still very frightened by the threat of the father who will close all access to happiness Argan can only resign back to sit and forget the accusations that were made to him.

Sucks.

"Eat a lot, Grey!" Raufan said after the plate of the child from his sahaba was filled.

"Yes, um."

more than half an hour of time they needed to finish her dinner, Grey helped her little sister in the kitchen despite being banned by Aira but she was still adamant, however, he also has the awareness that he hitchhiked in this house and it is his responsibility to help at least in terms of cleaning.

Grey washed his hands in the washbasin after he was done helping bi Minah then walked towards the refrigerator intending to take the cold milk she had stocked there, it became a habit of Grey after dinner to go back to the room he would provide cold milk for him to drink before going to bed.

Opening the black three-door fridge and taking out what he was looking for after grabbed the glass beside him, so far there was nothing strange until he suddenly felt goosebumps in his neck. The girl felt like someone was watching her, she turned her head to the right but there was no one and as she turned her head to the left she looked at the white face with a thin grin.

"Amazghhhhhh..!" Grey screeched in fear immediately crouched down with his eyes tightly shut.

It's not too late yet but why are there ghosts hanging around. Thought Grey. emboldened him to open his eyes slowly saw both feet touching the floor with leather sandals. But, back he screamed when suddenly that white face appeared again in front of his face. The reflex he hit the glass on the face frightened him.

"Aww"

Wait, ghosts can grimace in pain?.

"Lo want to kill me, huh?" The ghost nags.

"A-argan?"

Well, that ghost is Argan wearing a mask. The man in a t-shirt stood straight up while stroking his forehead which was hit by Grey was lucky the girl did not hit him using extra energy otherwise her forehead was no longer scratched with a small wound but broke and make it a concussion.

"Crazy well, where there's a ghost as handsome as me" Argan still raised his voice, "Bring me up." Her ringis with a hand that rubbed her forehead began to swell.

Didn't take it at the snapping Grey directly put the hammer earlier on the table. "Lagian lo why did it appear in front of me with the face taped flour like that?" The drill.

"Tepung lo say? It's a mask let me be more handsome." He still had time to boast in the middle of his ringing.

Grey's face flat did not fill, his hand opened the refrigerator that had been closed by Argan grabbed a bag of ice and closed the refrigerator again. "Can you sit?" The question leads to Argan.

Argan swooped his eyebrows confused to see Grey pulling a chair and sitting there.

"Can't you sit?" Repeat Grey who just flips the word.

"What do you think hurts my ass?, my forehead is a pain not the ass, well times can't sit." Argan is still sniffing but unobstructed he pulls the chair next to Grey and sits himself down.

Argan gasped as Grey drew his face closer, but Argan closed his eyes as he thought, Grey touched Argan's forehead, which was broken by his actions, and cleaned the cracked mask around the man's wound.

"Where's the P3K box?"

The masked man immediately opened his eyes clumsy feeling stupid with his own mind. "Ah, fuck. Why did I close my eyes?" Inwardly

Argan cleared his throat for a while then pointed to one of the drawers that were in the kitchen close to the refrigerator, he didn't have to ask if the girl asked him if he knew for sure to treat the injury caused by the girl herself. Grey stood up and walked towards the designated spot and took what he was looking for then sat back in front of Argan.

"Gue's sorry, I was reflex mukul lo." Sesal Grey while compressing Argan's wound after attaching a plaster to the man's forehead.

"Hmm" Pause Argan, "Important you're responsible for medication-"

"Gue just doesn't want a aunt and om thinks I'm molesting her son." Cut Grey on Argan's sentence.

"Lo"

"Udah" Back Grey cuts off Argan's speech. He stood up and poured milk into a new glass and left Argan holding his emotions in place.

"See you later, how far you will stay near me-Aww." His omel accidentally pressed his forehead.