Candra Kirana
White Versa

Kiran immediately washed her feet and face as soon as Mak Sinah opened the door. Out of the bathroom, the housekeeper was already waiting for him.

"This is a change of clothes, Kiran's shirt is wet! The air will get colder." Mak Sinah left Kiran who went back into the bathroom.

"White again? Are there no other colors?" muttered Kiran while rolling over Candra's overflowing clothes. Before long, he followed Mak Sinah into the kitchen. "What cooking, Mom?"

"You make rice tumpeng."

"Need to help, Mom? My love of work let's not be bored, I'm confused about what to do in this house."

Mak Sinah smiled warmly, "Mbak Kiran just rest in the room, after all only for five tumpeng. I used to work alone."

"I cooked the rice, Mom! I can make yellow rice, "pinta Kiran is half pushy. She felt so bad to have to sit in that kitchen.

"Let's just say, I will be angry with Mr. Subarkah if his guests are even busy in the kitchen!"

"But I'm not a guest of Subarkah sir, Mak! I'm a friend of Candra's, yes I just eat the same ride sleeping in this house."

"Again, both the father's guests and Candra guests must be well served," said Mak Sinah full of hospitality.

Kiran dies of style by Mak Sinah's rejection. "I've seen that cooking is okay, right?"

Mak Sinah did not mind Kiran just sitting not far from the kitchen area. The girl saw how nimble mak Sinah to process all the dishes needed for the ritual event later tonight.

Kiran parses the question of four black chickens being cleaned by mak Sinah. Not only black chicken, but also white fabrics that folded neatly and just delivered mak Sinah to the four rear rooms.

Actually Kiran already had a suspicion that the cloth might be prepared for four guests who will stay later tonight. But for the cold slope area, is not the fabric you saw was too thin if used for blankets?

The blankets for them should be exactly the same as those in Candra's room if you don't want to get cold. Never mind, it is not his business to also organize what is good for guests Mr. Subarkah. Who knew it was just a change of clothes like the one he was wearing now?

Kiran not only stayed in the kitchen, she also occasionally went to Candra's room to relax. The attempt to nap was unsuccessful because he seemed to have an excess of hours of sleep, his eyes were not at all sleepy.

In addition, his mind was complicated, also afraid due to hearing the conversation from the living room. Although it was not in his interest to interfere, but Kiran's curiosity and curiosity were too great to hide.

The rain began to subside, leaving wet marks outside the window of Candra's room. Kiran closed the curtains again as it was getting dark. He was tired of pacing back and forth in the room, kitchen to the back of the Candra house.

"Mbak .. This is the room light!" Mak Sinah's voice shocked Kiran who was busy with her thoughts.

"Yes, Mom!" Kiran opened the door, let Mak Sinah into the room and put the lamp on the hanger. "Have a glass, Mommy?"

Mak Sinah held back her smile, "The occupants of this house no one likes mirrors, Ma'am! Monggo, excuse me for preparing dinner."

"Thank you" Kiran said, closing the door.

Kiran really wanted to look in the mirror to see how messed up she looked. Candra is coming home soon, she does not want to look messy aka not sweet. Geez, since when would he bother looking attractive to people he just met?

Ck, Kiran cursed her brain which kept thinking about Candra. Seen from any angle, the young man was indeed dazzling and Kiran liked it from the very beginning they met.

Kiran's daydream dispersed due to a faint knock, Candra's face appeared with a line of thin smiles as Kiran opened the door. "Hey, just got home?"

"Can I come in?" ask Candra politely.

"This is your room, what do you permit me to do?" Kiran laughed lightly, half the weight of her heart lifted just from enjoying the smile of the room owner.

Candra entered with her signature scent, a strange fragrance that Kiran would not forget. The young man's appearance was other than the one Kiran had seen before, wearing the same clothes as her. Long sleeve white suit. Her hair was neatly combed like she had just taken a shower, looking fresh and of course handsome seductive. Holy hooch!

Actually Kiran was dizzy with the many white colors she had seen from since knowing Candra. Was the adventurer's favorite color white? Kiran hopes Candra likes black, wears a black top, she thinks it's more masculine than white.

"Where's your condition? More healthy?" Candra watched Kiran from head to toe. "She said you don't want to be taken to the postesdes."

"Yeah, that's so .. I was so healthy I even had a short walk this afternoon before it rained!"

"Oh yeah, what do you think of my village situation?"

Kiran turned her shoulders and also put on a horrified mimic, "Sepi, serem!"

Candra chuckled at Kiran's words, the girl did not lie. Her honest eyes implied fear and Candra was anxious to taunt her. "I've heard you talk to me often 'I'm not a coward'. Has all your courage worn off now?"

"Can!" Kiran glared with a face that was parched. Candra should empathize with him, not laugh at him. Kiran was about to cry hearing Candra's sarcastic-sounding words in her ear. "Nothing's funny!"

Seeing Kiran's eyes glazed over, Candra immediately approached and hugged. He had the heart to leave Kiran at his house alone without a conversation partner, it was natural that the girl was sulking because of the many strange things she saw.

"Sorry" said Candra. "I didn't mean to offend you, I was joking for you to relax."

Kiran hugged her waist and buried her cheeks in the chest of Candra's field, her fear spilling by dropping tears. "There are some things that scare me."

"Tell me later after dinner, you must be hungry!"

"Can, can I just go home tonight? You anterin until I can find a vehicle, or you anter to the climbing basecamp also no problem!"

"We'll discuss that later, yes, there's nothing you need to fear in this house. It's me" whispered Candra as she put on her smile. Both of his hands framed the face of Kiran who actually met red in the dim room.

"Where are you from, your hands are so cold?" Kiran shuddered, bristled, deg-degan and strangely .. seduced.

"Power cold water," Candra replied lightly, but removed her hand from Kiran's cheek in a hurry. "You're not comfortable with my cold hands, are you?"

Kiran grunted disappointedly, losing Candra's touch on her cheek turned out to not make her happy. "You're just being asked that it's hands off!"

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