Falling Into Your Trap
About Taste (Fajri Sight) : The Same Feelings; Cowardly VS Sembrono Part. 2

He could not remember, nor could he count how quickly the delicate heart beat became moving at a rapid rhythm on the few occasions he could take. A lot of the time, he missed the count when his own ears could hear the thumping sound very loudly. Many other times, his hand will be raised to feel the thumping itself with his hand. Two senses become one, hearing and feeling with touch that is able to make him realize how his feelings have been far developed without him being able to prevent.

It just happened. It felt like falling with a gentle rhythm of steps. Slowly slowly, step by step before it finally fell like he was doing a sprint that left him gasping for breath. But far from being tired, it made him feel the warmth, the unique joy he always wanted to try without being able to stop his curiosity again.

It starts from just a habit that turns into a sense of comfort. From that comfort turned into another factor in building up every fiber his body cells worked hard to provide the energy supply needed to build his withered body. That feeling fills it like a battery that never gets tired. Enough to always be able to make him feel the fresh air that always surrounds him in a unique satisfaction that makes him needy and opium.

Consciousness does not greet him in the nearest watu. It has to go through a lot of experience and time, then more confrontation, a real madness of mistrust where it avoids the beautiful feeling itself. It took him more than a billion times as many hours to move to make him hold on tightly to the greeting of consciousness that was waiting patiently, rather more forcefully.

Is beautiful.

It feels good most of the time. It felt real for most of the steps he took. That feeling made him so strong and giggling inside him. It made her laugh with a reddened face as she looked at her reflection on the large glass, realizing how silly it was to make her look as her cheeks were swollen as her smile never faded.

At times when he was still in the denial phase, he could not put a finger to name the feeling. He couldn't throw it out loud what he was really feeling. His tongue felt muddy as he tried to find what fit in the awareness of what he was receiving.

Reason. Might as well.

He was looking for many reasons not to take such a reckless and hasty step. He did not want to fall into a conclusion that he would not be able to pull back when he hurled out loud, reflecting the sound of the statement into the room around with the air he inhaled, he still could not.

Is correct. Fajri may just be misinterpreting his feelings. Perhaps he misread and was too lulled in the prejudices of a desperate romance to get attention for more than just the friend zone around him. At that time, at a young age where he was a pubescent man who wanted to explore many experiences, he fell into a great curiosity about love.

She grew up observing the people around her having a beautiful romance depicted in pretty pink and spring. Although he did not know and did not feel that spring for real how it felt and only saw it from some overseas movie that he had accidentally watched, he could put a finger on the parable.

The number of lovers who combine each other in a different affection than other relationships, he who is curious, really wants to feel and have the relationship. He wants to feel how to fall in love. So, with such thoughts in mind, he must have been imagining it with just one person around him for a long time.

One girl they grew up with and shared many things with. Of course, it was his closest person whom he trusted the most. He has a lot of other people around him, right. But it feels strange to imagine romance in others. Thinking about it also made him not so excited.

Therefore, he must have fantasized his curious feelings of love for his best friend. That must be so. There was nothing else that was the reason why he had ultimately fallen for that woman. Or perhaps, it was just a thing that he had just realized for real.

Like lightning in broad daylight, a seethed consciousness snatched it away in just such a short period of time.

His curiosity evokes a real realization of a feeling that has tried to tell him sooner. That was a big mistake.

The mistake where it turned out to cause pain that spread so quickly like a plague that attacked him.

He said he was in a neutral position. He will step forward if there is a chance and he will back off if the negative points have more power to push him back. He thought it would be easy. Apparently he had not learned better than how the universe had toyed with his life longer.

If Alpino is a brave man because of his passionate feelings for Lisa, the man's own best friend, where he believes he can fight for Lisa to be by his side and does not have a big fear of losing Lisa if he says his love for the woman if only his steps are not stopped by Sinar, Fajri is the opposite.

Fajri is a coward who falls in love with his best friend. The coward who could only hold in the recesses of his heart, threw away his anchor of feeling to get caught in the rock of gripping negativity and thus held his love ship to sail freely. As great and powerful as his desire to have Jihan not only as his best friend but as the love of his life, He did not dare.

Fajri did not dare to step over the line he had painstakingly made between the two of them. It made him expend a lot of energy and pain. He also tried hard to build a strong wall between the two of them. All this he did was for one thing;

He's afraid of losing.

If Jihan is likened to her oxygen for breathing, if only in this case she pulls the wrong rope - how does she breathe after being left in the void of air space and the pain that made her go crazy?

Sure do. Fajri will never deny that he has a bad side in choosing the dark side of himself. Overthinking and insanity are things that always win her inner battles. Compared to staring at the beauty of her relationship that would go on beautifully with Jihan if only she dared to express her deep love for the woman, she would do so without much burden of mind. But everything is not that easy.

They're best friends. It had been so long ago that there would be a lot of things that turned out to be a lot stranger if they were to upgrade their feelings. He's already calculated that. He had already done so for a long time and had even watched in real time the same bad events in their case on several occasions in the short growth phase of his life.

A friend of his friend goes through a similar case, but he is more confident and-let's say he manages to make his best friend a couple, but at the end of the day it's a story where friends of friends lose each other. Things take a turn for the strangest so they are nothing but two strangers who have shared many things and comfort together.

Not only that. There is a distant cousin who also has a similar case, but unfortunately, the story of this cousin also ran aground before it even began. They remain friendly, though-, and yet it is so much more bizarre and awkward that they are ultimately erased by time, and then the distance until the continuation is to disappear and never see each other after the incident that they never imagined it.

There are many examples he wants to give. However, it could be a long list of stories that don't want to make his dark side eat him alive any more.

Bestfriend to lovers, he said.

Beautiful stories exist only in fiction and Fajri agrees.

Doesn't matter. He told himself. It does not matter if his love feelings are not welcome and his love life is just a cloudy sky and always drizzling. It doesn't matter as long as he's on that woman's side. Hands clasped together, smiles etched into each other. The gaze of the eyes that glared at each other with the same respect and radiance of comfort was the thing that made him full for a whole day.

It was enough -, although the crumbling hole of flaws could be seen clearly with the naked eye.

He doesn't care. He's strong enough to hold it.

If only Jihan hadn't made this more complicated.

Like this, it's like how the discussion of this re-emerges into the cozy bubbles they share with each other. Lying from shoulder to shoulder attached to each other, the hand links that lay matched the puzzle between their bodies and the starry eyes facing the beautiful night view on the roof of the rented house of Jihan who was rented for the past five years. The place they like the most to relax after doing busy activities during the day.

Fajri and Jihan lie on a rectangular chair with a soft fur carpet that Jihan carries from her contracted house. The fairy lights that they installed on the tall poles around the chair paws surrounded them beautifully, trying to join the flickering sprinkles of stars in the night sky. The breezes were as breezy, though somewhat cold considering that they were at the very top of the building -, hitting their peaceful faces and flushing due to the temperature. However, with the bodies close together, the heatstroke from the bodies of the two of them was enough to dispel those rogue winds.

And here, the conversation appeared to make Fajri's heart re-route the wound that never healed.

“Fajri,”

The soft voice called. Fajri muttered as a sign that he was listening. Jihan shut up for a second. The sound of his breathing rose and fell peacefully in his ears. Fajri felt a gentle swab of the thumb on the back of his hand so he tightened back the link of their hand.

“Today is so bright, yes. Until the night is still this bright. There are many more stars. Beautiful, yes?”

It always starts with a pleasant conversation. A habit that Jihan had when she was nervous about voicing something. Fajri could feel how the white dragon's eyes glanced at him silently and his bitten lips subconsciously reassured Fajri that the woman wanted to say things they had avoided in the past few months.

But Fajri did not interrupt. He allowed Jihan to voice his thoughts out loud even though Fajri was no longer ready for this. However, he let go and was convinced of the end of their conversation as it had been.

“Fajri,” The woman called. Her voice was calmer than the past few hours when she was so excited to taste the wide variety of street food that her eyes caught that blaze of happiness.

“Iya, Jihan?” Fajri raised his voice. Replying with her softer voice to get the woman forward with what she wanted to say even though Fajri already knew.

“So the kids nyariin Lo” He started. Fajri refrained from sighing heavily as Jihan spewed out the sure thing where this conversation was headed. “They said they miss you. But when you pick me up, you choose to wait outside the training building. So they are a bit disappointed because of the choice of lo”

The children that Jihan meant were the athletes she trained. Fajri's dream is being run by Jihan with a feeling of happiness and enjoyment while Fajri can only smile and participate happily in the work done by the woman.

She often comes to visit when she has free time to see how Jihan trains her children. That was why, the athletes that Jihan trained knew her, and were probably close to her.

Fajri likes them actually. But they were too noisy and disturbing, where they also managed to make Fajri feel more heartbroken and slashed. For the children made Jihan to be like;

“They have long not wiggled lo when I again train, I until curious themselves actually they are my children or your children, anyway? every time you come they must be very tacky with lo,” he giggles funny. There was a happy snort in the material of his conversation tonight. “Ruth is also so often you have the same presence as me. I sometimes feel like a child because of the material of the conversation lo continue”

He rambled in various tones. Fajri listen. Her lips she pulled into a thin smile as she held her breath for what would come out of Jihan's lips next.

“But because every day I menjawab them sharply, especially to Ruth, they even so tempting I jealousy because my boyfriend is estimated to be the same they all”

“They said lo my girlfriend” Jihan move. She chose to face him when revealing the thing that Fajri did not want to listen to when his hope just appeared like a flower blooming happily. This is, it is not unheard of either in the ear or in the taste.

“They tease us on, Jri” he continued. Fajri wants to scream to ask Jihan to stop. However, his lips were too thick to meet. “They said we were a compatible couple. They are even jealous of me. Same us, anyway, more precisely”

In his most beautiful shadow, the thing that Jihan put forward was the greatest wishful thinking she wanted to achieve. The loudest gongs and roars from the bottom of his heart were when Jihan mentioned them loudly and loudly. Ask him to bring out all the feelings he is holding with every cell of sanity and fear he has.

“Fajri, if possible-,”

“Ji,” Fajri can't. He moves to confront Jihan. Saving much of the pain he chose to feel alone was a foolish, yet right thing to do. Because basically it's not going to be as beautiful as the greatest desire he has. “We agreed not to talk about this, right? Inglet?”

He asked weakly. His voice almost gave up as he stared directly at the eyes that were staring back at him with a look of dislike. They stared for a long while before Jihan gave up and sighed loudly as if she was throwing a heavy stone into the bottomless water.

“Gue Inget,” The woman whispered in a rather loud voice. Her eyes closed hiding the beautiful eyes that Fajri liked in many things that shimmered in them. “But I'm always curious why you always stop our conversation about this”

“Jihan.”

Fajri called out weakly. He could not resist the other scratches that plundered his heart. Rise up, he sat down next to the body of Jihan who was still lying down. Their links are still tight. Fajri's other big hands cupped their grasp with eyes of affection mixed with a real sadness that he couldn't describe in words.

“That's not your actual feeling” He started with a bitter fact that he really didn't want to say out loud. “Lo is just confused because Ruth, Fataya, Eijo and the other kids often tease us both. You are confused by their cheers and temptations for us. And lastly, you just wonder why they always mojokin about our relationship that looks pretty tight and not like they have”

His breathing slightly choked up, he did not want to catch Jihan's gaze for him. The first time they discussed this, he could see an innocent gaze that understood nothing like a child being given advice and understanding about the thing they wanted to know what it was and how it worked.

“Lo just too often press their insistence on our relationship in the thought scenario they have. So, please, Ji-, that's not what you really want. It's just curiosity that makes you affected.”

It hurts to say that.

Because what he's saying now, is the truth.

Jihan is naive.

He is strong in sports. It was his ability and he was very capable and mastered such things. He can also put one thing and another, he can fight with Alpino all the time when he wants to. He can sort out his likes and dislikes.

But for most of his life, Jihan was an independent person and never cared too much about matters of feeling. You could say, she is an innocent woman for love problems. But with her reckless attitude and unable to keep everything within her secret closed door, she acted on her instincts to ask for answers without bringing up the true feelings that should be the ultimate scourge of understanding.

Fajri anticipated this, of course.

Jihan may be said to be the same as Hexa. Maniacs are ambitious about their dreams and jobs but nil big when it comes to feelings. Fajri knew rightly, that Jihan was a prima donna ever since she set foot in First High School. Many ask the woman to intertwine romance stories together, but unfortunately, those guys always end up giving up because Jihan prefers to date her bow and arrow. That is why, because this knowledge is clearly imprinted in the mind of Fajri who imprint, Jihan is not at all interested in the story of teenage romance.

Jihan has never been in love, not even with love at first sight where teenagers feel it. Fajri can agree with that very confidently, So, talking about feelings for Jihan is something that can never be done seriously because the woman does not know what it feels like. And in fact, not understanding until he could sort himself out.

Now, Jihan was just being curious because of the children she trained, guiding her in certain thoughts about the relationship that existed between the two of them.

“Now it's better if we focus on the sky, deh”

Fajri pulled another rope to untie the tightness that gripped his heart with a very strong bond. He looked up at the sky to brag about other pleasantries, dragging Jihan's attention to other conversations rather than talking about things that would make Fajri lost in calculating the pain nicks in his chest.

“Beautiful, right?” mutilate. He looked at Jihan with a silly smile that he managed to make before pulling the woman to sit down. There was a strange expression on Jihan's face before the woman nodded excitedly. “If so, want a photo together?”

The one thing that was currently making Jihan cheerfully cheered with no real pretense, was as if forgetting their serious conversation that happened not until a minute ago. In fact, Fajri rarely invites and gives the woman permission to take pictures of him or do photos together if Jihan does not whine at him. So, when Fajri offered, the woman excitedly pulled out her phone that was miraculously in the hands of the woman who was holding her hand.

“His face is not in ugly, but!” He exclaimed with a wide smile that almost tore his face apart as he placed the phone in front of them while getting closer to Fajri, just like the needle attached to his host.

“iya, yes, bavel” base

There was a relieved laugh that Fajri let out when he entered the camera frame of the mobile phone that Jihan held. He thanked the fresh night breeze, the stars spreading in the dark sky, and saved him tonight.

Although Fajri knows, he will bury himself in the darkness he has in the next few hours. At least for now, let her have fun in the smile she has and also warm Jihan's body that surrounds her like a thick blanket on a cold rainy day.

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Loving Jihan was the biggest mistake she made. He will never deny it. And if only he was given the option to turn back the clock to change every fiber of his life about this, he would definitely choose a way back to make the same mistake.

The occasional mistake, made him smile in a small bubble of happiness enough to ever ask for.

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