Devano Pranata Yoga
Raining

Safira ran towards the side garden to lift his clothesline. He occasionally screamed in a frenzy as rainwater whistled down on his head. The woman ran back with her hands carrying a clean basket of clothes towards the ironing room.

"This rain will surely continue into the night" Safira murmured and closed all the open windows.

After all the windows and doors closed, Safira again stepped towards her room. But his steps came to a halt when he saw a man who was none other than Dev. Dev stood not far from the door of Safira's room, not knowing what the man wanted now.

"What's up, brother?"

"Please make me an instant noodle" Dev replied still in a slightly cold tone.

"Instant noodles?" ask Safira to clarify.

"Hmm." The man walked into the kitchen first. Sapphira was still in her place.

"Khemm!"

Safira immediately gasped in shock, then walked after Dev towards the kitchen. Safira opened a drawer and picked up two packs of instant noodles she bought at the minimarket a few days ago.

"Sister Dev wants what? Soto or chicken curry?" safira asked while showing him the two packs of noodles he was holding.

"Soto," replied Dev and then returned busy to his phone.

Safira nodded and instantly stuffed the chicken curry-flavored instant noodles into the drawer. After that, Safira prepared water to boil Dev's noodles.

5 Minutes later. Soto-flavored instant noodles are now presented in front of Dev, complete with eggs and also several pieces of sausage in it.

"You? You don't want to?" ask Dev. Safira shook her head then smiled faintly.

Dev wanted to ask again, but his sense of prestige re-emerged and Dev paled his intention.

'I guess rich people like Kak Dev don't like to eat instant noodles. But he didn't, he even seemed to like it." Inner Sapphira while looking towards Dev.

Uhuk....Uhuk....

"Sister, drink" Safira said as she offered Dev a glass of water. His hand also spontaneously stroked the man's back.

The man slightly turned his head towards Safira who was standing beside him, and was also still stroking his back.

"Get your hands off!" suddenly Dev said.

Sapphira immediately bowed and moved her hand so as not to touch Dev's back again. He walked up to the refrigerator, and took a box of milk chocolate there.

Different from Dev. The man immediately left his noodles which were still half left on the dining table. He stepped out of the kitchen and went straight up to his room.

'Patience, Sa. Maybe he didn't mean to hurt you with his words. You have to be patient, patient, and patient.' Inner Sapphira.

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The night was getting late, and it was still raining heavily out there. Safira looked out the window of her room, then smiled to strengthen herself.

Moments later, Sapphira regained her senses from her daydream, as her phone rang and for some time.

"Cummer, Sa. I'm sorry I bothered you, I just wanted to ask you about your arrival. Are you really coming to the cafe tomorrow? If so, I'll wait until you come, otherwise I'll have permission to see you home."

"Yes, Al. I must come, you take it easy, I will try to come, however I can," Safira replied and exhaled slowly.

"Sa."

"Yes, especially?"

"Where is it raining?"

"Rain, why?" Safira slightly frowned.

"You're not warm with your husband, are you? Hehe, I'm sorry if my phone call interfered with your activities."

"What's? That warm?" Sapphira was silent for a moment, her brain began to spin, looking for the intent of the word 'Warm.'

"Alishaa! Just watch out for you tomorrow, yeah!" he said a little scream and immediately severed the connection unilaterally, then threw the flat object on his mattress.