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Ishaan's Latest Mode

“SHI, incident also, dong, finally.”

“What happened?”

“Gue... I slept with Ishaan.”.

Despite being thousands of kilometers apart, Agni could imagine Shia's expression upon hearing the news. His eyes must have widened with his mouth agape before responding, “Seriously? Lo enggak perawa—”

“Behold, the context is not that sleep.” Agni was peeing on his forehead. “I mean, roommate sleep. No need to say.”

“You only sleep one bed?" Shia.

“More or less...” Agni looked out of the room for a moment. An hour ago after dinner, Ishaan came out. There was business, he said, without giving details to Agni. That moment then he used to report to Shia. The friend must have input to deal with this situation.

“Mmh, but not possible, right, Ishaan suddenly asked to sleep together lo?” As expected, Shia could guess there was a background Agni had not shared with her. “What are you doing there? Where else in Paris. Purposely time your boss find the right city to ask for additional services.”

Paris is not as romantic as books and movies. The city is busy. Chaotic, borrow Ishaan's word. Especially after the incident at the supermarket that made Agni think that she would be a bum in Paris.

“Emang, anyway, there was talk. Since arriving here, Ishaan's attitude has become strange..” Agni has not dared to tell Shia about the incident in Frankfurt. Let it be his secret with Ishaan. “Gue was originally just teaching him how to make egg droup soup. We talked about the view of commitment, uh suddenly he discussed about the plus service that I had asked at the club first.”

“I see,” muttered Shia, interested in listening to the continuation. “From there you discuss what else until he sleeps in the same room lo?”

So, he told Ishaan's wish to ask for that additional service. Both of Agni's cheeks warm up when remembering their first kiss in the kitchen, then how Ishaan wanted to spend the night with her. There was no long and deep talk. Ishaan just wants to hold Agni, then rub the top of the head to sleep.

“Oalah, he asked for kelon lo?” Shia's laughter exploded on the other end of the phone. Kelons. The word Agni was looking for. “Denger from the story lo, Ishaan gentle too, yes. I guess he'll ask to play hot... hasn't he? Do not accidentally build up the mood first until you are comfortable. You know she's still a virgin.”

Shia's words made sense. Agni secretly hopes that the service Ishaan wants is just a kelon. If Shia's estimate is correct, Agni must also prepare.

I heard the door open. Agni gasped, then hid behind the door. “Shi, please first, huh? She just returned to the apartment.”

“Yowes, careful, Ni. Don't forget, ask him to use security if you become ‘combat’.”

Quickly, Agni ended the conversation on the phone, then checked outside the room. Ishaan was brewing coffee, then took something out of the box he was carrying.

“Why look so, Agni? Come.” Well, Ishaan caught his suspicious behavior. “I brought cinnamon roll from bakery yesterday.”

Not just two, Ishaan apparently bought a big box of cinnamon roll. It contains six different flavors. Agni then took a cinnamon roll with a cream cheese topping as she had eaten yesterday afternoon.

“Gentleman buy this much for whom?” ask Agni curiously.

“Make us, who else?” The man opened the refrigerator. “Tomorrow we're going to Bordeaux. Look around the vineyard and visit my uncle's house. Sunday afternoon, we take the train to Barcelona.”

Where else is Borde Borde, grumbled Agni. The girl disliked the impromptu schedule change. However, what could Agni do? Ishaan is the one who determines and is authorized to set the schedule.

“Sorry, yes, impressed suddenly.” The piece of cinnamon roll that Agni swallowed almost made her choke when she heard Ishaan say earlier. “Pas in bakery, I got a call from my uncle. Mama's like telling her I'm in Europe again. He asked me to stop by for a while, so I changed my plan.”

Agni nodded understandably. “What time do we go?”

“Saint Emi—what?”

“Already, you should start packing, keep sleeping.” Agni's body froze as Ishaan rubbed the cream cheese from the tip of her lips. He had thought the man would ask for another ‘jatah’. However, Ishaan smiled meaningfully before passing into the room with a can of soda and two cinnamon rolls.

**

“People love lo godain mulu,” Micah clucked. “If she baperan kayak Ayanna or Lea, berabe live lo.”

“I keep tempo, kok.” Ishaan threw away his empty soda can. “If we finally walk in place, I won't regret.”

On the phone screen, Micah throws a probing look at her. “This is seriously Ishaan I've known for years? Usually you only hold up to two meetings before ngajak the girls ngamar—”

“Hey, hey, precisely from the same experience Lea and Ayanna, I realize I have to be careful,” cut Ishaan fast. He has also not shared any stories about the incident at the party. However, considering their relationship intersects, Ishaan is sure Micah has heard it, only he has not been willing to bring up.

“Oh yes, you ask video call for what?” Redirecting the topic of conversation is the safest way to end the discussion about ‘relationship’ Ishaan with Agni.

“Painting has arrived.” Then, Micah pointed his phone at a large package placed in the corner of the room. “I wanted to take it to Shia index, just don't fit it. He's also looking for a co-living space. Want to move.”

“Yes, tipped first. Let me tell Agni how good it is.” Ishaan is grateful that the replica of The Kiss painting he gifted to Agni arrived flawless. “I gota sleep's. Tomorrow I'll meet my uncle who has a vineyard. Who knows he's interested in wine supply for our club.”

His opponent chuckled. “This! This is the Ishaan I know! Take care, bro! looking forward to the wine!”

As soon as the video call ended, Ishaan laid his body on the bed. Almost midnight. All the luggage was in the suitcase and backpack. Unfortunately, the sleepiness he felt while packing evaporated out of nowhere.

His eyes were rolling into the door. From there, Ishaan was able to catch a bit of Agni's tightly shut room door. The voices inside his head encouraged Ishaan to move there; sleeping together was like yesterday night.

Last night was safe, right? A voice asked. Come on, tonight would be possible too.

Even so, Ishaan did not want to take the risk. There's only one more city, Barcelona, and he'll be out of work. Perhaps when in Marrakesh, Ishaan can freely invite Agni to—

Ishaan shook his head quickly, then turned back to the door. Resistant, he must be able to tackle all the temptations that are increasingly loud. Ishaan would rather be tormented than watch Agni incarnate as Ayanna and Leah.

*

The next morning, Ishaan's turn is almost too late. After taking her bath, she rushed out of the room; finding Agni who was preparing two omelette dishes. His savory aroma instantly published a hunger. It's impossible for Ishaan to miss a good breakfast.

“I was going to wake up Mr.” Agni said as she poured orange juice for Ishaan. “I'm just afraid you don't want to be disturbed.”

“That’s okay, we can catch the train.” His fingers were busy scrolling through contacts, looking for the name of the driver who drove them to the apartment when he arrived in Paris. “Another ten minutes we're gone. Just leave the dirty dishes in the laundry tub. Let the waiter I hired clean it with the whole apartment.”

Due to his delay, Ishaan is difficult to open talks with Agni. They were both focused on watching the streets of Paris crowded with vehicles and tourists, then half ran to find cars according to the scheduled departure. When he got to the chair, Ishaan was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

One more factor makes Ishaan look forward to a trip to Bordeaux: he sits down with Agni.

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