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Chapter 9's

Tara approached Tari and knelt in front of Tari. "Hi Dance" she said. "It's nice to meet you."

Dance could see from Tara's meaningful smile, of course she still remembered him, Tara just pretended this was the first time she met Tari. It feels like Tari is the same as Tara, who refuses to explain to Caira and Gala how they actually already know each other.

Tara touched Tari's ankle and watched him. "Can you move it?" ask Tara.

Dance tried it, but the piercing pain spread all over her legs. Dance took a breath and then she shook her head. "No way, it hurts a lot."

Tara gestured to Gala. "Get me a place for ice!!"

Caira followed her husband to the cupboard. After the two left, Tara looked at Tari with a sweet smile. "Hi" he said, blinking one eye.

Dance tilting head. "When we first met, you were drunk. And now you're drunk again? What kind of businessman are you, just drunk."

Tara laughs. "I swear, I'm rarely drunk. It was Gala who took me out for a drink after seeing the cosplay parade."

"Then yesterday?"

Tara smiled again "That's me having a problem."

"Just the same."

Gala returns with ice cubes wrapped in a worn napkin, handing it to Tara, and Tara presses the ice to Tari's ankle. "Caira, I need a P3K box in the trunk of your car. Can you please get it?" tara said to her sister.

Caira nodded, she pulled Gala's hand out to accompany her to take the P3K box.

Tara pressed down on the bottom of Dance's foot with her palm. "Try pushing towards my hand" he asked.

Dance followed her orders. It hurts, but Tari has started to move it. "Is my leg broken?"

Tara moves the soles of her feet to the left and to the right. "I guess not. Let's wait a few minutes and see if you can walk."

Dari nodded and looked at Tara sitting in front of him, Tara crossed her legs and raised her legs to her lap, she looked around the room and returned her attention to Tari. "So what's this place?"

Dance smiled broadly at Tara. "D'Jingga Cafe. Next month this beachside cafe overlooking the sunset will start to open."

Tara's face was proud. "really?" said it. "You made it? You really started your own business?"

Dance nodded. "Yep. I was thinking why don't we try a lot of things while we're young?"

One of Tara's hands held an ice cube at Tari's ankle, while the other hand grasped Tari's leg and stroked her gently.

"Do I look cool?" he stared at Detective Conan's costume.

Dari smiled as she nodded, yes Tari admitted Tara looks more handsome with Conan's costume on her.

"The gala that told me to wear this costume." Tara chuckled, then her smile vanished as she looked at Tari with admiration. "Your day looks more beautiful."

When like this Dance hated her pale skin, she could confirm that now her meroon cheeks look very clear. He leaned his head against the wall and held Tara deep as Tara looked at him. "You want to hear some honesty?"

Tara nodded.

"Some times I'd like to come back to the roof of your apartment building, but I don't think you're there, because you make me nervous."

The fingers of Tara's fingers stop gently stroking the legs of Tari. "My turn."

Dance nodded.

Tara narrowed her eyes, slowly her fingers down the top of Tari's fingers. "I still want to fuck you."

Brrak...

As Tara and Tari turned to look at the open door, Caira stood there, rounding her eyes, and her mouth gaping, she pointed towards her brother. "What did you say?" Caira's gaze turned to Dance, then said, "I'm really sorry, Dance." Then Caira looked back at Tara with a stern look "Mas told my boss that you want to fuck her?"

Caira looked at her husband and pointed to her brother. "Mas Tara just told Tari the time she wanted to fuck him!"

Gala's gaze moved to Tara and to Tari, Dari herself did not know she had to laugh or crawl under the table to hide from Caira who might soon run amok.

"Did Mas Tara say that?" gala asked, he looked at his sister-in-law seriously.

Tara shrugged her shoulders. "Yes, that is," replied Tara casually without any guilt.

Caira buried her head in both hands. " God, why do I have this son of a bitch?" Caira then looked at Dance. "He was drunk, my brother and husband had finished drinking after watching an animated costume parade. So please don't scold me just because of my brother's disrespectful attitude" Caira said with a frightened face.

Dance smiled as she waved her hands casually. "Tida nothing Caira, I'm not angry at you and your sister at all." she glanced at Tara who was still caressing her legs casually.

Tara blinked one eye at Tari, then carefully lowered her leg from her lap. "Let's see, can you walk?" said it.

Tara and Gala help Tari stand up, then Tara points towards the table which is located several steps from them. "Let's go there!"

Tara's arms embrace Tari's waist, and she grips Tari's arms tightly, making sure Tari doesn't fall, while Gala just stands beside Tari just in case.

Dance rested a little on her aching leg, and it still hurt but it wasn't as painful as before. Tara helps Tari up to the table until Tari sits up to lean against the wall with her legs stretched forward.

"Okay, the good news is that your leg is not broken" Tara said.

"Then the bad news?" tanya Dance.

Tara opened the P3K box and said, "You should rest your legs for the next few days. It could be a week or so depending on how fast your legs heal."

Dari closed her eyes "But I have so much to do" Tari complained.

Tara began to bandage Tari's legs carefully, while Caira stood behind Tara watching.

"I'm thirsty" said Gala. "Who wants a drink too? I'm going to the minimarket down the street."

"No, no" replied Tara.

"I want a soft drink" said Tari.

"Cola?" ask Caira.

Gala snatched his wife's hand. "You're coming with me, baby" Gala asked, but Caira pulled her hand back "I don't want to go anywhere" he said. "My asshole can't be trusted."

"Caira, I'm okay," said Tari. "So your brother was just kidding."

Caira looked at me for a moment, then. "Okay, but you promised not to fire me if my brother said anything stupid again."

"Yes I promise."

Then Caira pulled out her husband's hand and went out. While Tara is still wrapping her legs Dance with gauze. "Does my sister work with you?"

"Yes, about an hour ago" replied Tari.

Tara reached into the P3K box and took out the plaster. "Look, my sister hasn't worked in her entire life. Although he had a cooking course, but it was just a hobby that he did only when he wanted to." Tara gave a warning to Tari.

"Yes I already know, Caira told me."

Tara seemed not as relaxed as earlier, so make Tari think if he accepted Caira as his employee just to approach Tara. "I could have sworn, I had absolutely no idea if Caira was your sister."

Tara glanced at Tari for a moment, then she refocused on her legs. "I also don't think if you know Caira is my sister." she started gluing the plaster on the Dance leg bandage.

"I just don't want you to think that I'm trying to get close to you through Caira. We have different life goals, you remember that, right?"

Tara nodded, carefully placing her feet on the table. "Yes. I'm more interested in a one-night date without being tied to a marriage, while you're looking for your dream husband."