Kiss Me
Are you the lost baby girl?

Sunday morning after cleaning the rest of her dorm room, Anwa descended on the "kitchen owned by the hostesses" near the stairs. He made a plate of fried noodles and an egg for his breakfast this morning.

After finishing it, Anwa brought her cooking towards her room.

"Please Wa" said Arkana, who was lying on her bed.

"You?"

"Here," he said, taking the plate from Anwa's hand, "thank you, you know I eat."

"My bed why in a ruffled again Ar," said Anwa tidied back the bed sheet.

"Lo make some more noodles, this one I eat."

"Ish, when did you come anyway, suddenly it's gone shit."

"So when you cook noodles," he said as he fed a fork full of noodles, "want you?"

"It's not polite, it's Ar's mine" he said.

"Yes, he's been eating here" Arkana said again.

"No, not full." Then take one pack of noodles and one egg and one more plate, back down to cook it again.

After he finished everything he cooked, Anwa went back up to his room. Arkana was already freely lying on the bed again.

"Today to the mall yuk Wa."

"Well?"

"Walking around, spending money on the rich" Arkana said.

"It's so arrogant" Anwa laughed.

"We watch, keep eating, keep buying what Wa is" he said.

"Males ah," Anwa refused.

"Oh, I love it in that room alone, huh?" goda Arkana and Anwa also blurted, "the hunt for the meal we continue to walk, if not to go to our mall to the night market."

"There's a night market this early in the morning Ar," Anwa was confused.

"Nothing?"

"That's right. "buckle Anwa, "we'll cook it."

"Where's cooking?"

"Below, the noodle cooking place was," said Anwa.

"Have you taken a bath?" asked Anwa, seeing the appearance of Anwa who still wears negligent batik.

"Udah dong, don't smell good?" said Anwa kissed both armpits with a bite.

"Anwa.. slovenly anyway," Arkana shook her head in amazement with the girl in front of her, "change clothes keep coming with me yes, our show today is cooking a la chef Arkana."

"Where?" this time Anwa asked.

"Well, I'll wait at the front fence."

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The car stopped at a traditional market. Anwa smiled as she looked at Arkana's confused face, after parking her car Anwa took her down as it was ten in the morning.

"Come hunted, ntar keburu abis greensnya."

"Kok here anyway Wa?"

"Gue was so confused myself, my plan was to cook the same steak to make spaghetti doang Wa," Arkana replied while scratching his head that did not feel itchy.

"We cook chicken soy sauce, saute mustard, fried tempeh same fried sambel, would you not?"

"Also Wa... but this market is not muddy right Wa?"

"Sir boss, whose name is traditional market must be muddy, not muddy it mall, already follow."

"Sometimes I'd rather see lo stingy talk than talk about Wa."

Anwa just smiled hearing the words from Arkana.

"What else, then?" Arkana has brought three plastic bags containing vegetables and kitchen spices and one plastic containing pieces of chicken.

"Sendal flops me, dirty Wa."

"Cerewet anyway."

"My car was just washed yesterday, Wa" he whined again.

"Tomorrow to wash again, let's hunt."

Stop at an apartment building that may be only about 3km from the cafe where the Arkana business is located.

"Cochere? are we going to cook?" ask Anwa.

"It's just here" Arkana turned off her car's engine, "let's say" he waved his hand at Anwa, who was still in the car.

Anwa followed the man's footsteps, entered an elevator and stopped at a studio-type apartment unit. The apartment consists of only 2 rooms, 1 room is a sofa as well as a clean kitchen and one more room which is a bedroom and one bathroom.

A kitchen containing a refrigerator and cooking utensils complete with a stove and friends.

"We cook here, you cook me sitting there watching the ball, how? cool right?"

Anwa no longer listened to what Arkana said. He was too busy with his work in the kitchen. Nor did he ask whose apartment this is, just continue his cooking activities until it is finished. After finishing cooking and everything was on the long table that separated the room from the kitchen, Anwa walked towards Arkana who was asleep on the sofa.

"Ar... wake up, you're running, want to eat?"

Arkana just nodded without opening her eyes.

Since Arkana never woke up from her sleep, Anwa decided to get out of the apartment and take a walk in the park that she saw from the window of the Arkana apartment.

He had been in the park for almost an hour, walking around and sitting there reading the book he had taken from Arkana's bookshelf. Deciding to re-enter the apartment, unfortunately Anwa looks confused he has to go to what floor and the number of Arkana apartment units that he forgot to memorize, yes if it is Arkana apartment if not, then it is Arkana apartment, so that apartment belongs to whoever Anwa doesn't know.

After a brief pause, he decided to visit all the floors. From the second floor then up to the top floor, then down again, like that repeatedly down all the same door forms. Wanted to cry but couldn't, like a child who lost his mother.

Back to the apartment lobby ask the security there, just get the answer what unit on whose behalf. When Anwa said on behalf of Arkana security shook his head because he had never heard that name.

Damn it was really unlucky, Anwa should have just stayed inside there, despite feeling bored because she had to wait for Arkana to fall asleep. Standing leaning against the lobby wall near the entrance, Anwa looked at the end of her tepek shoes, then made a circle with one leg, alternating with the other.

Until standing in front of him a clean foot with expensive flip-flops with fur around the white calf.

"Are you missing a baby girl?" said the man smiled.

A sullen face, with teary eyes, no smile, eagerly he ran the man's hug. The man who had been waiting for him, now came even with a sinless smile.

Arkana ruffled the girl's hair, cupping the two cheeks that puffed up in a frown, with red eyes holding back tears.

"Regentious huh?" smith again.

"Arkaaaaan, really bad," then squandered the man's hug.

***mulaaaaai niiiihhh mulaaii.

jejaaaaak stayin jejaaaak yaaah 😘***