Falling Into Your Trap
About taste (Fajri Sight) : The Same Feelings; Cowardly VS Sembrono
“Jri, sorry yes, you so wait a long time because of I”
The weather was clear at the time. The sun is not covered by a cloud at all. The sky is also not covered by the soft white of the moving clouds. The clouds are like trying to establish their scattered group, the, it could almost be counted by the fingers as they began to float and march in smaller groups allowing the people below to simply be glued and watch the bright blue sky that stretched like an ocean above chief.
Fajri, who is currently waiting casually on a chair in a more shady place is very fond of the weather today. Evidently from his eyes that did not escape from the sky. His head he turned up to reveal the entire face protected from the shadows of the building to follow and formed a strange image of the clouds clustered in a beautiful blue clear.
He was just done with his job, teaching in one of the state schools to replace eighth-grade sports teachers who are on leave for some time in the long run is quite long because of one thing and another that is not expressed by the head school. Fajri doesn't complain about it, in fact, he really likes it. Although only temporary, like what he does every time, he is very happy to teach children about his abilities in his favorite sports.
That's his job. A freelance sports teacher and call coach who has plenty of time and is ready to be called and needed at any time. The love he grew for any field of sport was so great that even though the universe did not let him be on the path of the wonderful dreams he had designed for such a long time, the, at least he can taste the same activities even with different portions.
Fajri, of course, was immersed in the beauty the world displayed for him in the sight he could adore, so his ears were closed to hear the call of the person he was waiting for. He still muttered calmly as he moved the muscles of his arms and body, almost aghast between the wide open lips to dispel the sudden drowsiness that comes from the comfort that the universe offers to her when one full face of a woman is exposed too close to her favorite.
Fajri was horrified when the face of the woman he was waiting for was displaying a wide smile that revealed a neat row of white teeth. Her pretty narrow eyes were like the eyes of the white female dragon in The Dragon Series movie that became her favorite spectacle, sinking like sickle eyes from the pressure of her two cheeks swelling from the wide laughter.
There was one time that made Fajri lose a few seconds of the breath he was supposed to take before in the end, a single touch on his chin that forced his mouth to close it resuscitated him. There was an amused oddity of the woman's beautiful voice when Fajri came out of anything that made her freeze like a statue before she finally snorted and threw her face away quickly. His heart was moving madly like he had just completed a fast marathon with a good distance.
The woman, who was now just laughing and shuffling her hair with fervor as if she had a myriad of energies was really very cautious about what she was doing for Fajri's own heart. It felt, when he saw the woman so close to him, grabbing her subconsciously and clinging to her like a sticky octopus, Fajri can turn into a time bomb that can explode at any time because his heart is working too hard to voice his feelings.
But of course, he was not a Fajri who easily showed it all to the only person he whispered just to himself that the woman was his property, A man who succeeds in taking his heart and grasping it in the palm of a free hand is, though wiggly, somewhat rude to the risk of his work.
Of course, even so, the palm that was now hitting his shoulder from laughing at his silliness, was already in the tight grip that Fajri had personally initiated. As he was used to, the woman who suddenly snapped his laughter and exchanged it with a wide, happy smile, clasped her hand back with the same liking she could say.
“Don't daydream if it's outside, Fajri!” The woman reminded me of giving a knock at the base of her nose. Fajri smiled involuntarily. He ignored the throbbing taste that was barking at him in the iron bars he had made deep inside.
“No longer daydreaming, kok” He replied nonchalantly. He pointed his finger at the sky, trying to attract the attention of the woman. “Ji, see deh” his hand that grasps the fingers lentik it he wiggled when the woman had fallen and joined sitting next to him.
“Beauty, yes, the sky? So clean. The front is good too. It's bright again today, right?”
“Hmm?”
Jihan followed Fajri's gaze and forefinger obediently, curious about what was the man's direction of attention.
“Oh,” he continues with pleasure. “Truly, really pretty yes, the sky”The woman cheered happily before starting to do a little more movement with her one free hand, as if not wanting to let go of the link of their hand. Fajri smiled like, understanding the habits of the woman herself.
“Bentara, take photos first~”
“Emang can take photos with one hand?”
Actually, the question was very unnecessary he threw at the woman because Jihan was used to controlling the firmness of her hands. He is an arrow athlete trainer who has won the National champion under his tutelage. Undeniably with his ability to hold objects, his hands will not falter even if he lifts them in a straight line for a long time.
Jihan did not reply, but rather she simply gave a dirty glint that was not impressed on Fajri before focusing on her own phone. The healthy pink tongue slid slightly from behind the adorable thin lip slit. A habit Jihan had when she wanted to focus on one thing.
Fajri lets Jihan do what she wants. Leaving a few lots of sky photo shots inside her saved cell phone gallery until she finds a photo she likes. He doesn't really care about the time, as long as he's with Jihan, he has plenty of time around the world to give her.
“Gue from the morning was inside the building, so did not have time to look at the sky today” confided in him when he focused on some photos that he managed to capture. There was a satisfied smile when he managed to find one that pleased his heart. “Thank you for making me realize that today is beautiful. Ah, if you breathe too, the weather is not so hot, but even fresh, yes?”
Jihan started nagging more. Nausea in the sense of a carefree babble that likes. Spewing out the excitement he could comfortably release around Fajri who was unperturbed. Fajri can swear that he has a heart in his best friend.
His breath gasped as Jihan began to hug his arm and put his head on Fajri's shoulder as if it was the most comfortable pillow in the entire world. The eyes that were crowned with thick, well-kept hair were still staring at the beauty of the atmosphere around them without any interference. Although Fajri should have gotten used to this kind of treatment even more intimately than Jihan, he couldn't help but feel surprised when more skin-shipping happened between them.
Blame it on his weak and fragile heart.
Noticing Jihan back, Fajri understood one thing about Jihan's condition today.
Ah, that woman's feeling must be very good. He believes the training Jihan is doing is in a state that runs smoothly and everything does not damage the mood of the woman who is often very changeable. Fajri felt more relieved, pleased with the results of the observations he had captured.
“Jri, you have another job today, no?”
Fajri turned his head when he felt Jihan's fingers move to form a strange pattern on his wrist. Both of his eyebrows shot up when he heard another question that Jihan had raised all of a sudden.
“Nothing. Today is only until two o'clock. I just want to pick you up before you go home”
He replied according to what his plan was today. Actually, not only drove Jihan home to go home to her own place immediately. Instead, he would relax in the woman's house in the next few hours either doing whatever they would do there as usual. Perhaps, too, he would cook dinner for the two of them as he had already. As much as possible, Fajri wants to spend more time with her.
“Hmm..”
When Jihan just hummed. Fajri knew there was something else they would do today. Of course, as he had already memorized out of his head, when Jihan finally jumped up happily and deliberately pulled him to stand up immediately, with a giggle that looked extremely excited , he calls for a wish that Fajri must follow. Like it or not, the woman did not accept rejection at all.
“If so, because the weather is so bright, let's make it!”
Jihan and her words.
Fajri sometimes has to make himself aware that, he has a line that he has made between himself and Jihan.
The pulsation came again. This time it roared even more so that Fajri could only grimace from the speech he let out as quickly as how his brain worked.
“Ih!” Jihan exclaimed, looking to roll her eyeballs in an agitation. “If I say ngedate, yes ngedate! Don't ruin the mood, you. Fajri nyebelin!”
He's sulking. Nagging with anxiety as she pinched Fajri's waist with a grimace.
“Loh, but, kan-,”
“Udah, bring!” Jihan pinched harder this time, making Fajri laugh out loud and very satisfied. “Lo choose diem what will be in charge of choosing the food and snack menu, lo all?” Threaten him clearly. Fajri stared at him fiercely all of a sudden.
“Sih?” fajri's lips formed a real dislike. “Later there if I choose his instead say it's up to mulu. In love that's up to me, you're instead craving. Ogah, I”
“Yes eat it!” Jihan screeched in between her laughter.
“Ayooo!!”
And so, when his hand was still held by the woman who was now giggling with real pleasure without pretense, Fajri could not help but give in and just follow whatever she wanted.
Whatever Jihan wants, though,
As a friend who fell on the wrong track, Fajri resigned to the rope that pulled him.
Who says falling in love with a friend is easy?
For Fajri, nothing comes easy when you have a taste for someone you've tied up with in a friendly relationship.
It is simply something that stands in between, destroyed or hurt.
And what Fajri least wants to experience is, loss.
For him, the loss of Jihan in his life, both as a loved one and as a friend that meant the world to him, was the most terrible thing in his life.
In his heart he prayed. Gritting their hands together, he again said hope.
"Stay with me, Ji. I cannot think of my life without you. As whoever you are on my side, I don't care. Not what am I the sick from you with me continue. origin lo, can I hold it like gini continue... ya?"
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