IVORY
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The strong scent of petricor greeting the visitors, makes Dayana a bit of a curse to her own folly to come to the flower garden when the sun is almost hiding behind the horizon. He circulates his gaze, occasionally remembering pleasant moments with Grey, of course before the man's attitude feels different to him.

The rain that still leaves a small drizzle, greets every strand of Dayana's hair that is strung almost to the pelvis. He looked down, smiled bitterly, and realized that Grey was not for him from the beginning. She does not want to be an evil and selfish woman, having received Ivory's kindness. Dayana feels indebted to life, which is why she tried to release Grey for the girl, even though it felt so difficult to be accepted by her little heart.

“While daydreaming what, princess Yana?” ask someone behind his back. Once knowing the figure approaching beside her, Dayana smiled while looking down to hide her agitated face.

“Nothing, commander Jun. Just want to enjoy the cold air after the rain.” kilah Dayana, cover up the lies that he deliberately wants to save himself without sharing it with anyone. “By patrol?” dayana asked back, hoping that their topic would dive sharply into another discussion.

“No. I accidentally saw from there.” Junot replied as he pointed at one tall lighthouse building not far from the flower garden they were in at the moment. “Then I came here. Do you mind if I am here?”

Dayana is laughing. “Hei. Don't talk to me that formal. There's no one here. Just call my name, and speak as usual.”

Junot smiled, scratched the nape of his neck that was not itchy at all, then cleared his throat a little loudly making Dayana surprised.

“Good, Yana.”

Dayana loved it when Junot called her name that way. It feels like making a debate that is still the same as before. But it's all just the past, not for today or tomorrow, or forever. Maybe not, because Dayana still keeps her feelings close without Junot knowing.

“Daughter parents Ivory, have they arrived?”

Junot nodded in confirming. “Before the sun sets. Then, why are you here alone?”

Dayana again stared at the vastness of the colorful flower garden before her eyes. The color will soon disappear because the day turns dark. “Didn't I just say that? I just want to enjoy the cold air, and also see the flowers blooming.”

Junot knew Dayana wasn't telling the truth.

Under the darkening sky, Junot could still catch Dayana's sad face. Maybe something is disturbing the girl's mind to make herself exposed to the drizzle that she usually always avoids. Dayana does not like rain and the like, including drizzle. So it was impossible if he suddenly just let himself be like that without a single reason.

“What is this about Grey?” junot asked, trying to guess the contents of Dayana's head that he could not touch openly.

“It was so predictable huh? Or, on my forehead is a plain-eye inscription you can see, Jun?” kelakar Dayana while wiping her tears that fall back. Perhaps, luck was not on his side.

As if slapped in reality, Junot felt guilty for asking Dayana that, considering that he also knew, what kind of relationship between Grey and Dayana could be said to be complicated. And for some reason, Junot's arm was stretched out on Dayana's boat. Swiping it gently full of affection, trying to channel a calm that is not necessarily felt by the girl.

“Sorry. I shouldn't have asked that.”

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“What does madam Rose mean to ask for access without inspection?” murmured Grey while twisting the stationery between the middle finger, index finger and thumb. The contents of his head were twisting the meaning of the strange words that Rose had spoken before being corrected. “Access without...”

Suddenly someone pushed the door of his room, breaking all the puzzles Grey was trying to solve. Ivory appears, with a silly face that makes Grey anxious to squeeze.

“What's up?” ketus Grey, don't want to be suave. Ivory's a bitch.

“I want to talk." replied Ivory followed by a grin on her pretty face.

“Quick. I don't have much time.” Grey said as he pretended to write, but in reality, he wasn't doing anything. Just tricking.

Ivory walked closer to where Grey was. Worries make the ten fingers of his clenched together with each other. Grey's gaze frightened Ivory a little, leaving the girl silent for a moment to rearrange the sentence she had compiled a few minutes ago.

“Thank you.”

The words just darted from Ivory's lips. He had already composed a longer and more memorable sentence for Grey that granted his wish to meet his father and mother. But, what? Just because he was nervous, all the sentences inside his head disappeared, leaving with the air.

“For what to thank? I did it because I had to. If Fucia doesn't tell you if you cry all night, I won't call them.”

“Anyhow, thank you. Regardless of whether forced or not, I will still thank you.” said Ivory pushy, who ultimately supported Grey with a nod.

“Alright if you force. Yes, thank you I received.”

With a heartbeat that is not crowded, as well as his steps, Ivory walked closer to the side of Grey who this time had to look up to look at Ivory's face which is higher position. Then, the girl carried her body slightly inclined and a brief kiss landed on Grey's right cheek. Very short, but able to peck the passion that tempestuous in the mind of Grey. The man's face heated up instantly, his cheeks blushing and his body frozen in place.

“One more time, thank you.” shriek Ivory in an awkward tone. He could not give anything as a thank you gift, then he continued. “Until we meet tomorrow, at our wedding ceremony.” []

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