I'm Not Your Enemy
Be happy

Amara pushes Micho's body before finally splashing in Micho's arms and hiding her blushing face there. Micho feels comfortable, he rubs the top of Amara's head and kisses Amara's top.

Micho who was unconscious was actually conscious when Amara gave the first artificial breath.

However, the sweet lips of Amara which felt like honey made him seem unwilling to waste the opportunity to get sweetness. Micho hears Amara's words but keeps her eyes closed. His heart grew even more tingling as Amara rambled, but pity crept as Amara wiped her tears.

"Is it so good to be in my arms like this?" ask Micho with a loud voice.

Amara lifted her body from Micho's arms and stood up. The red hue on his face was still visible. Amara looked at Micho awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, I'm just reflexing" said Amara. Micho stood up, they faced each other. Amara looked up at Micho who was taller than her.

"Replace, later you can catch a cold if you wear wet clothes like that. You can get your clothes on there, "pointing Micho towards the walk in closed. Amara nodded and walked towards where the female clothes were stored.

Micho glanced at the wound wrapped in bandages on her arm. He closed his eyes.

"Who exactly are they? Why ruin my life?" micho Lirih said then breezed off to go to the bathroom.

Micho changed her clothes in a casual dress. He sat on the sofa waiting for Amara who did not come out. Micho grabs his phone and sends a message to Damar.

Hows it? What did you do to Rayen?

But, somehow Damar has not returned a message from him.

A few moments later, the door to the dressing room opened. Micho stared at Amara who appeared from behind the door. The 24-year-old woman looked beautiful with a pink baby doll that was slightly loose. His wet hair in the booth, the originally shabby face looks fresh with a dressing of natural makeup that is polished on his face. Micho looked dazzled and stared at Amara without blinking.

"Micho, am I weird? Why look at me like that?" amara asked as she flicked her hand towards the dreamy looking Micho.

"Micho" repeated Amara.

"What?" the question is a little confused.

"Am I weird? Why look at me like that?" ask Amara again. Micho rubbed her rough face and looked towards Amara.

"You're weird, why is that kind of kegedean shirt on?" tanyanya looking for Amara's fault. Amara looked at herself.

"Did I just change? I deliberately wanted a loose one like this," Amara said as she turned her steps.

"No, just wear it. Now I'm going to ask you to do something" Micho said.

"What do you want? I don't want to do something related to the knife," said Amara a little horrified to imagine Micho's wounds in the operation 😜. Micho scrunched her forehead.

"Then?" ask Micho.

"I'll do something if it's not related to the knife" Amara said.

"Then would you like to do something about lips? How can I be full if you give your lips and mouth that have not brushed the teeth," Micho said with a ketus while throwing her phone to the sofa.

Amara widened her eyes, Micho's words infuriated her. If you were fascinated by Micho's kindness. Now he could only shake his head and retract his words. Amara closed her eyes, it felt like her heart was cobbled, but her face looked crimson with embarrassment.

Micho stood up and put her feet in front of Amara. Looking at the beautiful face of Amara who was so adorable to him.

"So you want me to cook?" tanya Amara tried to remove the awkwardness.

"What do you think? You think cooking doesn't use knives?" ask Micho and then walk away.

"Ish, don't dodge, speak clearly can't you, why convoluted?" amara. Amara pulls Micho's hand and looks in Micho's direction. Micho stopped her steps and turned her body staring at Amara. Only time they seemed close and calm.

Facing Amara makes Micho's heart beat fast. Unknowingly, Micho's left hand moved to Amara's chin, his face approaching and continuing to approach. Amara closed her eyes. Both of them dissolved in a quiet atmosphere because of the heart beat like a drum to war. Suddenly the ringing of the cell phone disturbed the atmosphere.

Sorry boss, I got the wrong kick. I'll be at your apartment tomorrow.

"Shitt,, just interrupt." Micho's inner grumble. Micho looked at Amara who looked down.

"We'd better cook, I'm hungry. We can't get out right now, things outside don't seem safe for us" Micho said, putting her phone in her pocket. Amara nodded slowly and sauntered away.

Amara ran to the kitchen, leaned against the wall and placed her hands on her chest. Amara felt an irregular heartbeat. Tonight was a very painful night, but it was also very effective.

"Micho, thank you." he said.

Amara opened her eyes again and immediately opened the refrigerator to pick up some materials. Amara started cutting some herbs and sauteing them. Her hair moving around here and there made herself a pain.

Amara rolled her hair that began to dry upwards so that it showed her neckline. However, his movements seemed difficult as one hand was dirty.

Micho who had just come saw Amara who looked troubled. He approached and helped Amara. Micho's hand clasped Amara's hand. Both of them looked surprised and awkward. Soon Micho completes her task and retrieves the mineral water.

"Thank you, Micho." said Amara.

"Hem, you can only curl your hair when you're with me" Micho said, successfully making Amara in front of her frown.

"Why is that?" ask Amara.

"Do what is hard?" ask Micho. Amara quiet. Answering Micho's remarks certainly won't solve the problem.

"You look ugly when you roll your hair, don't do it. You're prettier with the hair in the booth" Micho said successfully to make Amara blush.

"Don't flirt. I'm not sure what you're saying, "Amara turned her eyes, let out a long sigh hiding all the raging feeling in her chest.

"Don't GR, it's just flying" said Micho Ketus. Amara looked towards Micho who looked annoying.

"Are you made really shitty like this?" gerutu Amara's. Micho who was silent suddenly laughed and approached Amara.

"I love to see you like this, stay happy and never grieve" Micho said as she ruffled Amara's hair and passed.

Hearing Micho's words suddenly made Amara feel happy. Amara looked at Micho's back away from her.Yes, Micho's words successfully made her feel happy, out of nowhere.

"Micho," he shouted.

Micho turned her head and turned her body then stopped, waiting for the arrival of Amara who was walking towards her.

"What's? "ask Micho while observing a beautiful face that is actually beautiful 180 degrees higher if curling the hair. Amara let out a long breath and smiled.

"Thank you" said Amara. Micho put both of her hands in her pockets and moved closer to Amara. Observing the beautiful face that lately always haunts his brain.

"Thank you for what?" ask Micho.

"Thank you for what you did tonight, next time I'll help you out. Aren't we still friends?"

Amara stretched out her little finger. Micho took out a hand from her pocket and stretched out her pinky as well. Their hands are clutched. Amara is happy, Micho is the same.

"Let go, don't burn the cooking" Micho said as she pulled out her hand and sauntered away. Amara covered her face with both hands. I don't know, tonight she's so happy.

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