I LOVE YOU, ENCUS
Misunderstand

The plan to leave early in the morning failed due to the rain. This is the biggest obstacle to traveling by motorbike, namely the weather. Intentions let the heart quickly arrive, and can minimize traffic jams, even rain. Be Rayyan and Mira leaving by noon.

" I'm saying yes." Mira takes Reni's hand, sticks it on both cheeks before ending up kissing her mother's hand.

Mom pulls Mira into a hug "Be careful on the road, tell mom often." miss Reni.

Mira nodded, moving to Sigit who was beside her mother at the door of the house.

" Mad, I'm saying goodbye. Titip mom yes."

Sigit smiled, nodded and let his hand be kissed by Mira. There was sincerity in his eyes accepting the fact that this girl in front of him was his sister.

" Be careful."

" Yes." Yeah."

Rayyan turns to greet mother and Sigit, then prepares with his motorbike to bring Mira back.

" I'm leaving mom, mas." Mira waved as Rayyan's motor began to drive away from the house.

" Yank's handler." Rayyan pulled Mira's hand to circle around her waist.

The advantages of riding a motorcycle with a partner are, can while making out.

" Don't you speed?" Without Mira.

" Let's take it a long time." Rayyan's excuse. Mira hit Rayyan's back slowly.

" Excuse."

" Yank again, hit the kayak."

" Lazy ahh, give me a gini." Mira stuck to Rayyan's back. Rayyan smiled happily, while holding Mira's clasped hands in her stomach.

" Mommy, the real mistress." Mira reminded.

" It's true, too."

" His hand is this."

" Let's." Rayyan stays by driving while holding Mira's hand.

" Well, I'm sleepy." said Mira, trying to hold her eyes so as not to be closed.

" Do we rest first?"

" No, continue. Just take a long time if you have to stop." Reject Mira.

" But sleeping on a yank danger motor."

" Yes too" Mira remembers something she carried in her bag "bentar mas." Mira releases her hand link, making Rayyan have to take off the hand put on the handlebar of the motor.

" Want some candy?"

" Aren't you fasting?"

" Hehehe no, my body is not good."

" That's a tad."

" Hey'em."

" That's why you brought a car."

" Pake motorbike is also not papa." Mira answered, her hands outstretched, feeding Rayyan with the candy she had peeled from behind.

" Yes, papa, there are people."

" Hehe." Mira laughed.

" Sendings again." Pinta Rayyan's.

" No, I'm not even sleepy if I'm a nyender." Reject Mira.

" Yes, the important thing is the grip."

Mira put her hand back.

" Gam speeding yes, let's spit the camera. Not scared?" Ask Rayyan.

" What to fear, if the same, I believe it must be safe."

" Sure?"

" Hey'em." Mira nodded.

" Yes, that's the real deal."

" Yes." Yeah."

" Yes ready."

" It's ready."

Rayyan looked back for a bit, then increased the speed of her motorbike, splitting the streets of the Capital City. Looking for an alternative route to avoid traffic jams, it sometimes slows down to see Mira who turns out to be sleeping on her back.

Rayyan slowed down, then turned to the cafe for a break.

The motionless motor made Mira open her eyes.

" Have you arrived?" Mira circulated the surrounding view, apparently not yet arrived.

" No, rest first yes, danger you sleep ."

" Non-numb." Reply Mira lazily.

" Search for a drink first, yuk down." Take Rayyan.

Mira goes down, so does Rayyan.

" Yuk."

Rayyan holds Mira's hand into the cafe after removing the helmet.

" What to drink?" Rayyan asked as soon as they had sat side by side. Intentionally not facing, let not be separated. Idihs.... Modus.

" There's no coffee item?" Ask Mira.

" The other geh yank." Rayyan objected to Mira's request.

" Let's not sleepy."

" Juice is yes."

" Don't connect the mas, cook Yes people sleepy ask to drink juice."

" Coffee is not good for health."

" But it's good to be sleepy."

" Ihh. ngeyel if you say." Rayyan gemes himself.

" It's hot chocolate." Tawar Rayyan's.

" Yes, but it's the mas that drinks." said Mira.

" Why is that?"

" Yes drinking hot chocolate, I'm drinking coffee items." Mira replied that she would not lose.

" At this time." said Mira later.

" Yourself?"

Mira nodded. Then they ordered drinks. Mira black coffee, and Rayyan avocado juice. Not behind anyway? But anyway, when drowsiness and time do not allow to sleep, it's good to drink hot black coffee, so seruput... Hemmm, my goodness....

" Such a yank?" rayyan's value when seeing Mira enjoying black coffee that is still steaming.

" Want to try? It's delicious." Mira shifted the cup to the side.

" No, this is it." Rayyan took avocado juice and brewed a drink that was purely fruit, without added sugar, milk or ice. Can imagine how it feels. Not too soon, but Rayyan did it because he was preparing to return to the game. So he must maintain a diet, and adopt a healthy lifestyle.

After the drinks ran out, they continued their journey.

" Wear this, let's not sleepy." Rayyan attaches the handset to Mira's ear after playing music from her phone. Just help Mira put on the helmet.

" Are you ready?"

" It's been."

Rayyan looked at her stomach which was wrapped around Mira's arm. Then drive a motorbike, splitting the streets of Jakarta.

It took almost 3 hours. Abnormal time record for Rayyan is on the bike with distance Tangerang Bogor. Given that he is not on the track, but a public road, let alone bring someone who is very meaningful in his life.

" Why go to the garage?"

" yes. Let deket nganter you work."

" Where are you going?" They climbed the stairs to the top floor.

" From tomorrow we have a training routine. So it's a lot better than here."

Mira stopped in the middle of the stairs. Not even a moment to say, Rayyan held her hand carrying her up.

They remove the jacket from each other's bodies. While Mira went straight to the room to clean her body that felt sticky due to street dust.

Before long he came out, found Rayyan who had also bathed and changed clothes.

" Why take a shower?"

" There's a bathroom." Reply Rayyan.

" Want a drink?" Mira took out a cold drink from the refrigerator.

" The one who is an angel."

Mira put the bottle back in the fridge. Then take a glass for warm water as per Rayyan's request.

" Thank you" Rayyan received a glass from Mira's hand "Here." Rayyan patted the spot beside her.

" From tomorrow we may meet rarely. I started training again." Rayyan initiated the conversation.

" Aren't you sleeping here? He said deket training here? Are your feet healed? He said he'd stop?" Mira flocked Rayyan with a question.

" She sleeps here, but for the next few days, I have projects abroad, so I have to go."

" If your feet are better, just a little pain. Don't worry, there's still 2 months. That's why I asked, what would you like to do?" Mira did not answer.

" The training is also still here, at the sentul tuh, visible from here." Rayyan pointed to the circuit that was visible from above where she sat with Mira "You can see from here if you want to see the training. Whether you want to come along can be." Mira remained silent.

" I want to stop after one season. And the race tomorrow is only to meet the invitation of the committee, as well as the farewell event of the other riders. Come along?"

Mira was silent, just looking at Rayyan's face with all the turmoil in her.

" Why is that yank?" Rayyan became confused by Mira's silence, especially now that Mira just looked at him, soon after Mira even left him.

" Yank." Call Rayyan, follow Mira who walks quickly to the room. Unfortunately, Mira had not reached her hand, the door was closed. And Rayyan knew, there was no chance that the door would open if it wasn't Mira who opened it because the door that was optimistically locked was so closed. And Dony's spare key brings.

" Git!" Rayyan ruffled her hair.

" Yank....." He knocks on the door, hoping Mira will open it. But no, there were no signs or answers.

Rayyan returns to the couch, looking for phone to contact Dony.

" Don, where are you?"

" In the office." Answer Dony.

" Where's the spare room key?"

" It's in the boss's drawer."

Rayyan ran straight down, without waiting for the call to end.

Once he found the key he was looking for, he went straight up, trying to open the door with a spare key. Unfortunately the key is installed from the inside, making the backup key can not be used.

" Yank. Open the door." Rayyan fluttered the door with her hand. But Mira still does not answer.

Almost 10 minutes, the door was closed, and Rayyan was now leaning in front of the room door with a slumping position..... Wearing your real bang! I think the husband fought the same wife.

Chequelek

The door opens, Mira comes out and finds Rayyan sitting at the door.

" Why are you sitting there?" Mira was surprised, who was no less confused Rayyan. He immediately rose.

" Aren't you angry?"

Rayyan asked with her confused face, who was asked also confused.

" angry? why angry?" Mira walked over, and sat down again on the sofa. Rayyan looked on in disbelief at Mira's relaxed attitude which she thought was angry.

" Well, that's why? The rush to get into the room?" Rayyan was still standing at the door.

" My stomach is heartburn, this bloating." Mira's explanation made Rayyan's body that was quiet for a while ago instantly relaxes. He walked towards the sofa with a ditch but also relieved.

" I thought you were angry."

" Why angry?"

" Yes angry because I want to race, keep going about the project."

Mira laughs, Rayyan becomes nervous herself. Directly embraced Mira and in her arms strong.

" God, can't breathe this." Mira is in a rage, trying to escape.

" You're the last one, nyebelin." Rayyan took off her arms, letting Mira grumble over him.

" How's nyebelin? My man mules really." Mira replied, while confirming her disheveled hair.

" Yes should have said it first, play away after I said, the impression is like an angry person." said Rayyan.

" Why be angry." Mira smoothes the tone normally.

" I'm angry because I said I'd cross again." The answer that made Mira sigh.

" Today's incident made Mira worried, but that doesn't mean Mira has to be a barrier for you."

" Mira supports whatever Rayyan's decision, the important thing is to take care of yourself. Going home is like leaving. That's for me to grimace." Mira.

" really?"

" He'em. But don't lie to Mira again like yesterday. He said it's fine there, he didn't come home with nothing good."

" I'm sorry." Rayyan felt guilty considering the incident.

" I just don't want you to worry." Rayyan brought Mira to her, stroking Mira's arm fondly.

" But I couldn't calm down, from the morning of the incident. My mind is like something happened to you. Especially at that time the photo of the mas on the table fell, but not kesenggol, keep the frame cracked."

" Do you like that?" Rayyan asked, Mir nodded, evident from the movements of Mira's head that tendered to her. There was a sense of happiness that ran through him, when Mira said that, as if there was a strong feeling, like an inner bond between herself and Mira. Making him believe that Mira is indeed the person he had been waiting for.

" Thank you, yeah."

" For?"

" For whatever you love for me."

" What is it?"

" Your love, your love, your sincerity, so on...." Rayyan thought for a moment.

" Is Mira enough to love that?"

" Not really."

" What else?"

" Every other one is followed."

" When?"

" When the time has come."

" When?"

Mira looked up, staring at Rayyan's sturdy jaw. Seeing Mira looking at him, Rayyan looked down, looking at the netra she always wanted to see and miss.

" When we're halal."

Mira immediately nyungsep to the chest of Rayyan's field, hiding her already heated face.

" Yank."

" Hes." Mira still survives with her hideout.

" Look at geh."

" No." Mira was still unable to neutralize her feelings, her heartbeat as if it was about to explode. Rayyan's hand stretched out, brushing the hair covering her face.

" Look at me, I told you to look at your back head."

Mira kept her head in check, as Rayyan tried to lift her up.

" Shame." said Mira.

" It's just as embarrassing."

" It's precisely that mas that makes Mira embarrassed, how the hell, not feeling really." Mira shakes her face away while grumbling.

" Look where the shy face is." Rayyan picks up the tendrils dangling over Mira's face, tucking them behind Mira's ears. Holding back the face kept staring at him, with both hands.

The eyes meet, locking every movement, only the heart speaks as if it wants to say that only the deepest sense of him has found a place to share. Eliminate all differences, erode the distances that might separate, convince each other that they are one and will not separate.

Every touch is a form of soul communication to get closer, to be more able to bind, to dive into every desire, to eliminate every doubt.

And the strands of words from the lips that are able to vibrate as a channeling of taste that should not be harbored, so that there is no pain, to open and open each other, so that everything feels clear and easy to understand.

All that is turbulent, every touch and strand of the word will be strung beautifully and sound melodious in the strains of written verse.

" I LOVE YOU."

" I LOVE YOU TOO."