Falling Into Your Trap
About Taste (Hala Sight): Blessed Lips, Whispering Heart

If Alpino falls in love with his best friend with the confidence and affection he shows with full awareness, but is hindered by the promise he has sealed in his life;

Fajri who falls in love with his best friend with a sense of insanity and a real fear of the negative side he has of the option of losing so he builds his own limits of feeling;

Hala will say that she fell in love with her best friend in the silence of the space she locked in. In silence, behind thinly clenched lips and heart whispered a sense of serenity that he proudly said he had the most control of feelings in the entire universe.

Hala is one hundred percent sure that, no one can say he is or even, has fallen in love with one particular person in every step of his life that moves forward.

He would probably giggle in one place because he managed to trick everyone. He would walk confidently, saying that he was not affected by any feelings that perched in his heart, unaffected by the temptations that come from anywhere about him who does not care about the romance of youth - though in fact the things of romance are very able to influence it strongly.

In fact, many have speculated about his feelings. The eyes of his heart were already visible to whom it was directed. Many teased him about his love for that one person, but with lies and the best elucidation he delivered with a straight face full of seriousness, people always believe that their speculations and accusations are not true. He is an actor with a slippery tongue who can turn a lie into a real seriousness. Until there is only the temptation of people just to invite him into a mild joke to form an atmosphere.

He is smart to hide his heart, smart also boasted to make everything become real. It's not that he wants to lie to everyone, it's not that he's lying in bad things to make this mess of it in social life. Unfortunately, this clever lie is the best strategy he can do to cover up his personal feelings.

He did not want to expose his feelings to the world. He didn't want anyone to know that he was harboring a taste. He wanted to cherish his feelings in silence, his love in just the bubbles he had. And also, he did just that to not make things messy and messy. The lie he did was as his strategy to live in his constant comfort zone.

He did not like trouble because his life had been surrounded by various things that made his head almost separate from his body, his heart being torn from his chest cavity. He doesn't like all of those things. It was enough of his personal problems that messed up every fiber of his brain, every cell of his body that was tired and numb. He did not want any trouble approaching his heart either.

In fact, falling in love with her best friend who is indifferent about love is what hurts her inside out.

No. gabe.

Hala will deny that she is sick because of her own feelings. He denied it out loud whenever the pain was present in certain moments. He would avoid his black feelings that pulled him into his darkest recesses of heart only to whine and cry over his chaotic and troubled life, even adding to it by dropping a heart on someone so forbidden.

It's hard to just be quiet and keep his feelings behind a carefree smile and a word that he's okay and happy. It was hard to seal all the stories he wanted to tell the world how his heart felt turbulent and painful at the same time. It was hard for him not to just nag about how he felt.

But for Hala, all that was enough.

Her love is enough, just to be enjoyed by herself, alone to feel hopeless for further relationships. Everything felt enough for him just to escape his troubles by developing a sense within a certain boundary line for that one person. He will not come forward for his feelings, will not demand for the taste to be returned. He is happy with his nano-nano love bubble, and he enjoys his life storyline which sometimes just wants to pull him to give up.

But as long as one person was held in his purest heart without asking for a reply, he felt that he was enough to keep moving forward to get rid of his personal problems.

At least he managed to do that until this second he was breathing.

And he was sure to do so until his feelings would only blow into the fresh air, disappearing from his heart because that phase of love was over time.

That's how he believed it. Which he wanted to believe.

Of course, the one person who occupied his heart for the last few years one and no other was not a Hexah himself. His best friend - no, scribble it, The relationship he lived with Hexa does not even deserve to be called a friend anymore. His relationship with Hexa has entered a special phase above the word friend itself.

If people ask about the word greater meaning of love, then Hala will ask about the word greater meaning of friend.

Hala and Hexa have a relationship one step above friendship, but so far below the affectionate relationship of romance. Their relationship was probably in the middle between the two, until Hala himself gave up looking for the right word to describe their relationship until now.

Hala remembered, he found that cowardly and whiny figure when he was in 5th grade in elementary school. True, Hexa was a weak and crybaby child back then. So, observing and being by the man's side in his time of rapid growth, was one thing that amazed him with all forms of real change.

Although, its potent nature and urgently needing it never changed until this very second.

Like how it happened now. Ah, every day happens.

“Laa!”

The cries of the rising bass filled his entire house in silence. Hala who had just finished bathing her cat was almost aghast at how much the cry echoed in her ears. Although it had happened so often, Hala's startled reflex was still something that never changed, He was always surprised whenever Hexa started shouting impatiently and with a strange whimper that made Hala dizzy in the best way - sometimes also very annoying.

“Lo see my black shirt? I'm looking in the closet, aren't there, huh? I need, today the dresscode uses items-item”

He screamed again. The sound of her footsteps began to approach towards Hala who had just wanted to light a hairdryer to take care of the wet fur Pipang-, the cat, very hastily and somewhat frantically. Hala rolled her eyes lazily as she enveloped her cold cat back only to twist her body to find the figure of a Hexa who was just with her boxer and the towel she was clad around her neck opened the door of the room with a frantic bent face.

“There is in the ironing room, try to see it first, I have not had time to move to the closet” he replied calmly. The man in front of him, expressionless and half-naked, chose to run towards the ironing room mentioned in order to find the clothes he was looking for.

Already accustomed to the scenery, Hala would not avoid that the situation that occurred in his house was a habit that they built together. It had been a long time, he could not remember when it had first happened, but it felt like no awkwardness had occurred. All just walked around leisurely as if nothing was disturbed.

Hala would also not comment that this was his home, while the house of Heksa himself was next door. The boy often stayed in his house, even more asleep in his bed than the man's own cold bed. In fact, nearly half of Hala's closet was filled with Hexa's clothes as if she was everywhere. But then again, it was a thing that none of them wanted to comment on.

“Hala!”

Again, the call echoed throughout his house as if Hexa did not remember that they still had neighbors on the right and left who would nag again about how noisy the child was in the morning.

Hala replied with a murmur and preferred to focus on her cat who needed her attention rather than the adult male who was still like a bully brat. The thrashing of Hexa's half-running footsteps echoed in the room, again, already accustomed to the rowdy noises caused by the man.

“My red tie line yellow line where, deh? I'm looking for nothing? Well, what time is it if I am late will be in the same omelin Pak Sasongko”

He nagged under his breath while buttoning his shirt which was still half buttoned. His bottom was still wrapped in a boxer as if he had forgotten his own work pants. Hala pulled her lips into a thin line after feeling that Pipang had finished in the dry and was already in better condition to be allowed to play freely, he said, he chose to focus his attention on the other baby bongsor that lived in this house.

“There's in my closet, deket I hang mukena. Try to find the real one, do not panic, still half an hour delapanan as well, anyway, Sa”

“Oke” He replied in one breath before running back to the room to look for his tie.

Hala let, he chose to pack the provisions he had prepared since this morning before the man woke up from his dead sleep. Preparing for what was needed by Hexa was such a part of his habit that it all became a routine he did not need to complain about for most of his life that was inhabited and boarded by handsome creatures annoying and loved that one.

“Hala!!”

Again.

Hala patted his forehead just as he had stuffed the supply box into a special bag and stored it next to Hexa's work backpack.

“When where are my socks, then? Not to find this the other one”

The man's head poked out from behind the door of his room along with one hand waving a black sock striped with ash at the end. His face frowned, just like a child who was dissatisfied with many things he could not find in the world.

If he was not used to this, Hala would definitely throw Hexa away from his life. But what power, the boy already has a special place in his heart and his feelings will bleed inside and blame him until he feels pain if the child bongsor spoiled and fussy he gets out of his life.

So, Hala was unable to get rid of Hexa even though she was eager to do so.

“Find well, deh, Sa. I'm sure it's a pair. Where did you take it? Not in one roll?”

“If there is a mah, I will not ask the same lo, lo, La” whines with pouty lips that are very incompatible with the appearance of his body and his face that if not with him will lose his tenderness and his indulgence, replaced with a Hexa who pretentious cold and jaim. He knew how the man transformed himself into someone else without much effort he needed. It's been too much time together for him to understand how it looks and reads almost perfectly.

With a casual step, Hala headed to help Hexa find her belongings scattered all over the house. Whether what was done by the man to look for goods, he needed a lot of time and unnecessary heat.

“This what?” Hala waved the one sock that Hexa was looking for. The boy grumbled as he breathed a sigh of relief.

“OK, thanks” he said with a pass. Sit on the side of the bed to wear her socks properly. Hala shook her head in disbelief before turning to grab the Hexa trousers hanging behind the door.

“Celana lo don't forget to wear, Sa. Very careless, jaga”

Heksa looks to lose track for a while before he lifts his head only to give the puppy a useless whimper and such a real folly when he realizes that he has not yet put on his work pants at all.

“Hehe” she gasps without shame. “Still, La. I forgot I didn't wear pants. It's just the money I can rely on. Very best, My Hala”

There were two thumbs that he gave off, floating in the air still with a cry that was useless for Hala's weak heart health. The woman sneered, still noticing how Hexa jumped to her feet and put on her work pants like she didn't have much time in the world.

“Great boynahusahin” Hala sneered before he waved, giving a code to a man who is now busy looking to fix his hair. “Breakfast before leaving. I prepared, your backpack also do not miss. I want to go out ngajak Pipang streets”

“Hah?”

“Lo not working?” he asked curiously which was present on his face.

“My fieldwork, not to the office. So I still have a lot of time to make way with my son” Obviously make Hexa mangosteen quickly before returning to polish her hair to be more liked.

“Oke” in short then nonchalantly.

So with that, Hala allowed Hexa to get ready in a frenzied and tumultuous way again and chose to find her beloved cat to breathe the fresh air of the morning around the streets of the residential complex.

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Hala had just managed to pair a special rope to take the active lambs for a walk when Hexa emerged from the kitchen with a stronger spirit than before. He had breakfast, Hala observed as he carried his lunchbox and his backpack perfectly mounted on his back. Her lips were still wet from the water she drank when Hala noticed.

“Lah, still not out yet?” He asked with a surprised expression that knew.

“Nungguin lo finished all you want to ngunci door” Hala reasoned. Heksa already had the keys to his house, the man also never forgot to lock the door no matter how great the carelessness that was successfully done by Hexa himself.

Hala only wanted to escort the man to the front of the house in the few opportunities he could take.

Hexa looked happily smiling. For some reason, but Hala can be sure that the man is not being taunted by his desire to be read, or just a drought that occurs between them. He may be used to it.

“Gue stay put on these shoes. Sementar”

Hala watched for a moment when Hexa took the shoes that Hala had prepared some time ago. The man did not even take long to fit it perfectly on both feet and bound it vigorously. When he jumped to stand up, there was a sumringah smile that he presented to Hala.

“Yaudah, I'm leaving first, yes. Lo do not go all the way with my handsome boy, kasian he later tired. Do not be late for work either. Don't worry about fieldwork so you can relax, yes. Cut the salary tau tau tau rasa, lo”

Heksa and his big mouth that sometimes makes Hala want to grab his hair that has been painstakingly trimmed. Sometimes, the desire is so strong because it sounds so exciting to mess up a Hexa's day. But he chafed at not wanting to add much fuss in the morning.

“Dih, I'm not lo, yes. I'm on time if you want to work” Hala reply with a sneer before continuing, “Keep since when lo nerima Pipang I became a child lo? Usually also the evil stepfather, lo” he nags when he lifts his cat in his arms.

For Hala's own pleasure, he could see the glint of amusement and pleasure present in Hexa's eyes along with his wide smile that seemed to radiate happiness in the morning. Hala smiled faintly, liking to hear how her heart was beating smooth for the man in front of her who was very unconscious.

“Gapapa, the important thing is my father” Hexa took one final conclusion before he jumped forward to kiss the head of the cat which at that time seemed very calm in the arms. His face was anxious, but he did not take much time before the man flicked Hala's forehead gently.

“Gue go to work first, you also do not forget breakfast. Just let me pick you up later, okay?”

Hala snorted as she rubbed her forehead which still hurt even though the flick was nothing more than a mild sting.

“Safe it.” Hala replied, following the steps of Hexa out of her house. “Be careful!” He cried as Heksa ran towards his real home to pick up his motorcycle. The man nodded before disappearing into the fence, leaving Hala who did not bother to wait for the man to actually depart.

In the small joys of the morning, he let Pipang guide his steps to take him away wherever he wanted.

His morning routine felt much fuller if he thought about it better.

But of course, his feelings fell with more warmth. Evident from the itching that makes his lips not tired to smile very wide.

...…....

But along with the feeling of warmth and happiness that spread, it is undeniable that it goes along with something that makes things worse. Even though it was not a problem that would make his head break, it was still that his mood would drop and crumble messily for the rest of the day.

Two incoming messages simultaneously in the vibration of the notification of his phone. Hala did not expect anything from who sent her the message, but the message was sent by two people presenting two different reactions.

The first was a message that shattered his mood for most of the time.

Strangely, however, the second message was one that warmed his heart in a comical, imaginary way. Somewhat strange, unexpectedly making him so wonder what was wrong with him. However, he did not dare to find out more because it would mess up a lot of things in his brain system that were starting to break down.

So, the reaction is constant. Delete the first message and reply to the second message. At the very least, the second message was what could have replaced his bad mood for a little better. Hala was sure, the two messages were both weightless, yet she was more than happy to choose an option that did not make her a moody ugly monster.

Secretly, she thanked Sinar for sending her the message at the exact time she needed it.

Presumably, it was fun to choose the feeling of being fine.

...…....

Mama

Brother Hala how are you? Not kangen mama? Brother when to go home? Mama kangen same sister…

08.10 AM

Brother Sinar☀

Deck, I'll go home later malem, most nyampenya tomorrow morning rather subuhan anyway. You use the land route with Mas Wildan.

What do you want me to bring? Just call it, okay? Anyway, what should be called if you say whatever, I bring the same shops all for you. Same with the guards as well if I can bring it.

This is a baled message, huh? Don't be mistreated. I prefer watermelon to wine, haha

08.10 AM

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