Kiss Me
Fevers

Anwa looked at Netra, not out of her sight. After Arkana rubbed her finger on Anwa's lips, the girl tried to get used to it.

What is this feeling and what kind of ridiculous behavior he thought, for a moment he refused the kiss that Arkana gave, but it was different from his mind and body. Arkana's lips gently sweep away lips that have not felt the sweetness and warmth of other men's lips for almost a year.

Stupid, how could this fast Anwa be damning herself. But the feeling that is present is inevitable.

"Wa, how? we're going on a date?"

Anwa looked back as she wanted to walk towards the door of her superior room.

"We will see Ar, now I want to go home" he replied briefly.

"Wa," Arkana grabbed the hand again, "angry?"

"No."

"Then?"

"What's up, Ar, I just want to go home, come on."

They walked side by side in silence, outside the office building and Arkana drove his car to a satay stall, while waiting for his hectic work hours in the capital. Deciding to stop for a while filling the stomach that started to sound seemed like a good idea.

"Eat it in the car, yes, do not go down," said Arkana, "go first pesenin."

Anwa was just silent, then rubbed her phone screen, there were several incoming messages from one of them from the Mother.

Replying to a message for the Mother who asked her to come home early next month, Anwa noticed Arkana talking to someone through her phone. As soon as their sight met, Arkana again walked into the car.

"It's good news, laper bells, right?" he shook his head on the back of the steering wheel.

"Yes" replied the girl.

"Ar," said Anwa softly.

"Yes Wa,"

"Who's Alya?"

Arkana smiled hearing Anwa mention Alya's name.

"Related to hear? yesterday I said you want to tell me you don't have to," he replied literately.

"And yesterday, it was different from now."

"Pinter nge les ya," he said ruffled the girl's hair.

"Alyas... Alya was my first boyfriend" he said glancing at Anwa who also leaned his head, "we met in the university library, he was my medical student of communication science, a smart girl, beautiful, perfect, but a little stiff and too serious in the pursuit of ideals" Arkana recalls.

"We dated for three years, until graduating from college, Alya decided to continue her studies at Oxford University."

"During our relationship, I never had a fuss or bosen with him, I also knew his family, so also he, just again education is indeed number one for his life, finally he chose to cut off our relationship" Arkana said.

"Still in love?" ask Anwa.

"Who? l'm?"

Anwa nodded, though,

"Where should I answer him yes, all about him, I already know very much inside out, so if I say, I still have feelings. ya can say that, just---" His words came to a halt when the satayers knocked on the glass of their car.

"Thank you Sir," Anwa grabbed two plates of satay and lontong.

"Keep," said Anwa while enjoying the satellite.

"Where was the sample?"

"Sampe you said, you also still have the same feeling he is, just--"

"Oh yeah, just seems to close the meetings of the past is better," he said again.

"So she still loves you, don't you want to do it?"

"Reverse?" One skewer in his bite, "we don't have to talk about it." Pinta Arkana, because indeed the answer is still difficult he gave, on the other hand he wants to close the meeting of all the stories of the past, he said, but on the other hand the girl came again as if giving her hope of returning.

Anwa shrugged both of her shoulders, "OK." Then take a bottle of mineral water.

"Wa, the day after I went to Bali, like a few weeks we did not meet," said Arkana finished his meal.

"okay."

"Don't miss it" she smiled.

"That's a big deal" Anwa replied laughing.

"Seriously I was, let alone earlier...."

Anwa's hand has smothered Arkana's lips not to continue he said.

"Don't talk about it." Anwa's face was blushing

"Why," Arkana opened the hand that closed her lips earlier, and clasped the girl's hand.

"Don't go back" he said, pulling a hand from Arkana's grasp.

After paying for their food, Arkana takes Anwa home, while Arkana returns to the cafe to check out some of the things she has to take with her to Bali the day after tomorrow.

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Arkana has been in Bali for a week, every day without being absent he contacted Anwa via video call, phone, or just chat.

"Again what?"

"Have you done?"

"Who's the guy?"

"Well shower?"

"Well asleep?"

Or just say,

"Lo don't miss me Wa?"

The content of the chat is always the same every day, sometimes just finished a video call, Arkana always ends with a sweet word like, like,

"Sleep well, don't dream of me,"

"Good night Wa,"

That's how Arkana who can always express what he feels, is much different from Anwa.

This afternoon Arkana returned from Bali, promising to meet Anwa after work.

Without waiting for a long time, Arkana asked the taxi driver to drive straight to the father's office without informing Anwa first.

He thought, giving a surprise to a girl he missed after two weeks of not meeting.

Friday afternoon, the traffic jam was clearly visible in the capital. After arriving at her father's office lobby, Arkana contacted Anwa, but there was no answer. Inevitably he had to go down to meet the girl, just about to step his foot in, Arkana found Anwa with a pale face walking a spirit task.

"Wa," said.

"Ar, are you here?" holding her forehead because it hurts so much.

"Lo's sick?" Arkana put her hand on Anwa's forehead, "we go to the doctor?"

"No Ar, just go home, I'm tired of it."

"Well, we're home" Arkana led the girl into the taxi she was riding in.

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"It's a drink first" Arkana said, offering a glass of warm tea along with painkillers for Anwa's headaches.

Anwa, who was lying down, changed her position to sit for a while receiving tea and medicine in Arkana's hands.

"Thank you Ar" he said, curled up and into the blanket.

"Can I have Wa gini fever?" her tan gently sat on the side of the bed while sticking her hand on Anwa's forehead.

"Have two nights I was late, late to eat, until the boarding house went straight to sleep, because I was tired of sleeping on the eating band," he said.

"Keep sick, you're strong-ass, aren't you?"

Anwa held her blanket up to her neck.

"Dizziness Ar," he said again.

"Gue compress deh yes, I'm masakin water again below, wait a moment." Arkana rolled her shirt arm up to her elbow, then got up and walked into the 'together' kitchen.

Back again with hot water in a bowl that I don't know where it came from.

"His little towel where is Wa?"

"You look in the closet, there's a little pink towel, just Ar, '" the girl replied.

Opening the closet filled with folds of clothes and the interior that made him swallow his saliva again.

Compressing and squeezing the towel back he stuck it repeatedly, until Anwa fell asleep. Feeling Anwa's body that began to drop her body temperature.

Arkana sat on the floor holding her head with both hands folded as a cushion on the side of the bed, and eventually fell asleep beside Anwa.

Two hours asleep, Anwa awakens when her hand accidentally touches Arkana's hair. Observing the sleeping man with his hands folded, Arkana's tired face was so pitiful, how could not the man have just arrived from out of town and ended up caring for her who was ill.

"Ar, get up," said Anwa stroked her head gently, your body hurt when she slept so," he said again and shifted her body, "here goes up."

Arkana opened her eyes slowly, as the soft caress in her head woke up her sleeping self. It was like getting a fresh breeze when Anwa shifted her body giving space next to the girl.

"Get here," Anwa patted the empty side next to her, "your body hurts when she sleeps so."

"Can?"

Anwa nodded, and tilted her body facing Arkana.

"Didn't you?" ask Arkana who also tilted her body.

"Lumayan," Anwa nodded.

"Sick kangen like yes?"

Anwa smiled,

"Tell me if you're kangen," he said again, "kangen right?" still with flirting.

"Yes.I miss."

I alsoaaa kangen Bang 😍