Attracted By The Moon
Chapter 42: The First Person

At the cafe, the office people are enjoying their lunch. Dania also enjoyed her meal. Since the incident that night, Dania asked Mr. Tara for permission to stay in her dressing room. He also asked his manager to sleep there.

Dania looked up, when she saw someone giving her a hot cup of coffee at her desk. "You...?" His annoyance while staring at the face of the coffee giver, which is none other than the Moon.

The moon smiled faintly, he sat in front of Dania. "Thank you, because you called Bima that night."

"What exactly is your relationship with those crazy people? I didn't expect my building to be bombed just because of a human like you." Oceh Dania with sewot face.

"You're not hurt, are you?" Asked Moon sincerely, he was worried that those people might hurt Dania.

"Stop getting along!" Ketus Dania, he stood up in annoyance. When he was about to lift his tray, he accidentally nudged the hot coffee glass. His coffee spilled, doused the backs of the Moon's hands, and of course the Moon whimpered the heat.

He shook his hand, it looked like it was going to blister because the coffee he had just made with very hot water.

"mom..." The moonlight while cleaning the splashes of coffee on his shirt.

"Sorry..." Lirih Dania was nervous, but her face was still song.

Bima who witnessed it from a distance immediately ran towards the Moon. "You all right? Your hands are red, they must be hot, right?" he rubbed the back of the Moon's hand using a tissue soaked in drinking water.

"Dania, you should be more careful. The moon is still in recovery." Bima looks very upset, his tone even ketus and high.

"Here you go, he didn't mean it." The Moon whisper to make Bima calmer.

"I'm still recovering, too, traumatized by the events of that night. When my house was almost on fire. Is it only natural that I made a mistake? You think I've been okay since that night?!" Dania replied to Bima's words with a loud voice. Both eyes looked at the face of Bima. No doubt some people there are watching them.

Dania turned around and left the place. Tears seemed to roll in the corner of his eyes, but he held back. It felt like he hated the Moon even more, why all the actions taken by the Moon seemed natural to be understood, while his small mistake seemed enormous.

"That damn woman..! I should've just let him die in the hands of those lunatics!" Curiously annoyed.

Bima still rubbed the back of the Moon's hand. He seems so worried. Moon to wonder, where is Bima who always behaves as delicious as he can? Why the more days Bima turned into attention, is it just his feelings?

"Taste painful? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Bima asked, while blowing on the back of the reddened hand.

Instead of answering, the Moon squinted at the man. "You're so worried about me..?"

"Of course..! You should still be lying on a hospital bed. But you were stubborn and chose to work. You and your mother are in danger because of my mother, if something more damned happens, you think I can forgive myself?" The row of scolding came out like smoke from a train, so fast and sounding fierce.

The moon attached its palm to Bima's eel, to check if the sharp-mouthed man was still sane.

Only the palms are attached, but Bima's heart is already pounding.

"You don't seem sane today." Ledek the Moon while pulling back his hand.

Then the Moon went from there, leaving Bima in place with a roaring heart rate.

"Why does he touch me..?" Bima muttered annoyed, looking at him very hard he controlled himself. Especially until touching.

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While busy with his computer, the Moon shook his hand under the table. The pain and heat continued to roll, like stabbing each layer of his skin slowly.

Behind the hair, the Moon's sweat dripped slowly. One of the ACs in the room was being repaired, only one was left of course, the temperature was not enough to cool the big room.

"Are you not hot?" Ask Arkana, she just got back from the meeting room.

"Why hands?" Arkana sits at the table, right next to the Moon. He even rolled up his shirt arm because of the heat.

No doubt the charm and charisma more radiating, making anyone who looked must be amazed. No exception to the Moon.

"So hit by hot water..," The Moon said awkwardly, Arkana's position is very close. Plus there were only the two of them in the room.

"Great?" Ask Arkana again, observing the ointment-covered arm.

"Not really..." Moon tried to hide his hand with the tip of the shirt, he was embarrassed because in addition to a bit swollen, the back of his hand was also a little reddish. Just like crab backs.

Arkana grabbed the pen box, where there was a rubber band there. He took one, then stood behind the Moon. He gently touched the Moon's hair, and tied it up slowly.

"It's just right that you don't tie your hair, but you're hot."

"What are you doing..?" The Moon tried to dodge. He could feel Arkana's hand gently stroking her hair.

"Brush your hair." Answer Arkana. I don't know why he didn't feel awkward at all. He still felt a special closeness between himself and the Moon. Although through abstract relationships, the link of feelings that Arkana felt so far is very real.

The moon looked down, then turned toward Arkana. "People might misunderstand."

"May mean?" Arkana is sitting on the desk. The look of his face looks gamang, as if he wants to get angry and flower.

The moon smiled wryly, "Why Bima?"

"You like it?" Arkana asked, sounding frontal until Moon rounded her eyes.

"No.."

"You got a lover?"

"No.." Answer the Moon, more astonished and unable to dwell.

"You're dating me again?"

Not just pounding, this time the heart of the Moon like it was flying into the air, all of its skin like a butterfly, churning with goosebumps.

"haha... Funny, you're talented to be a comedian. haha..." The laughter of the Moon sounded loud and bland. He even turned the chair towards the window, to take his eyes off.

But Arkana turned the chair back, until the face of the Moon again looked at him. "I'm serious, I still like you."

gleekk...

The moon swallowed the whole saliva that blocked his esophagus. He found the two gazes of Arkana so sincere, the man was not messing with his words.

Arkana removed her grip from the handle of the chair, her hands moved to gently grab the nape of the Moon. He bent down to reduce the distance between them.

"Just hit me, if you deny my feelings." Her whispers were soft, without asking, without asking Arkana to softly kiss the lips of her ex-lover.

He sucked it slowly while closing his eyes, while the two eyes of the Moon were wide.

The moon pecked, both of her hands clenched tightly. This is her first time. The lips were never touched by anyone, and it was Arkana who took her first kiss.

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