Kiss Me
Your Nyusulin

Arkana only took seven hours to get to the address he obtained last night. Ask some people he met earlier, make sure if the address he asked is correct.

"So right sir, is this Mr Syahril's address?" he asked a man who was exercising passing in front of the house.

"This is his home" said the father.

At half-six in the morning he was in front of Anwa's house. The house still looks very quiet, no one has come out of the house. Again Arkana waited for about an hour, only to see the windows of the house open.

A man of about fifty years of age came out to the front of the porch.Arkana entered the fence of the house, and slightly lowered his head in salute.

"Who's looking?" ask dad.

He stretched out his hand and introduced himself.

"Good morning Om, I'm Arkana Anwa's friend from Jakarta, is Anwa Om?"

"Anwa? ada... entered, "a friendly welcome from Mr. Shahril.

Entering the living room which is still composed of large chairs carved expensive remnants of the family's former glory, at least still neatly arranged in comparison outside earlier.

"Malik," cried Mr. Syahril, "call Wawa here, there is a friend from Jakarta."

Malik knitted his eyebrows together, so early this morning someone was looking for his brother and away from Jakarta. Who's who??

"Come on, there are guests" Malik said when he found Anwa helping Mommy prepare breakfast this morning.

"Huh? who?" tanyanya's confused.

"I don't know, from Jakarta said the father," Malik sat near the kitchen table chewing fried tempeh.

"Try to see first Wa, maybe your friend," said Mother, "Malik.deh maen comot habit just not put on the table, put it on the table all." Malik who was hit by the scolding of the Mother scratched his head then brought a plate containing fried tempe.

Anwa stepped towards the living room, carrying two cups of warm tea for father and who she said was a guest from Jakarta.

Look at the man sitting with his hands in the middle of his legs widening the distance. Shabby and tired face of the man with a black hoodie was talking to his father.

"That?" he said he couldn't believe it.

"Wa" Arkana got up from her seat.

"Whenever here?" tanyanya's confused.

"People came all the way even in asked why here, you how the hell Wa," said Mr. Syahril smiled.

"Father stay first yes, you continue to talk," said the father who was just about to step foot saw Malik peeking from the family room, "sstt, say here, why, help Mother prepare breakfast this morning, we have a guest," Father patted the young man on the shoulder and led him to the kitchen.

Anwa and Arkana smiled at Malik and Syahril.

"Why are you here?" said Anwa put the tray carrying the tea cup earlier.

"Gue can drink wa, yes" he grabbed the cup of tea.

"Lo balloons bath?" ask Anwa.

"Why?"

"I'm looking for a hotel near here."

"You're gonna answer my question, why are you here?"

"Gue--,"

"Wa," Mother's voice interrupted their conversation, "take her friend to breakfast together," Mother smiled at Arkana, Arkana stood up to kiss the beautiful woman's back even at a young age.

"Huh?"

"Take breakfast together, come on. have been waiting with Dad," said Mother again.

"Don't look for a hotel, sleep here alone," Anwa's father said and in a glaring welcome from Anwa and a stifled laugh from Malik.

"I'm looking for a hotel, Om,"

"No need, these numbers are how we receive distant guests" said Mr. Syahril, "and also can use Malik's room."

"A room with Malik?" malik was surprised.

"You have a room also never used, Lik, sleep in front of tivi continues," this time Mother who spoke.

"Later after eating, Arkana in between to the room Malik ya Wa," said Mother again.

Anwa nodded too.

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"Come in" Anwa took her when she entered Malik's room.

"Put the suitcase, it's a clean towel and toiletries, the bathroom is over there" he pointed to the bathroom in the corner.

"Thank you Wa, already accepted in this house," Arkana walked up to Anwa.

Anwa turned slightly towards the open door, when she saw the movement of Arkana who was about to approach her.

"I stay, you take a break first, later if you need something find me in the living room or look for Malik, usually Malik maen guitar in the rear gazebo," said Anwa who had turned her body but quickly grabbed her hand by Arkana.

"Ar," Anwa raised her head to look at the man.

"Just a minute."

"It's bad at home" he said, removing Arkana's hand from her waist and then passing out of the room.

Resting her body, Arkana awakens as the wall clock in the room shows at half-three in the afternoon. And he missed lunch with the family.

Grabbing the phone next to him, sending a reply to some incoming messages, checking the incoming email to discuss some work.

Arkana exits the room looking for where Anwa is, but he is unable to find her. Hearing a guitar quote in the backyard played by Malik made him step foot into the side door to the back garden that was not maintained.

"Wake up Bang" said Malik.

"Yes, sorry for the tiredness of it."

"It's easy Bang," said Malik sok assik.

"Anwa where?" tanyakanya.

"Mother's go to the market looking for supplies for tomorrow, there is an order of rice boxes."

"Oh," he nodded his head in a nod, "the garden is a pity not in the care of Lik."

"Udah no one wants to enjoy Bang, this large park I also think mo mongolian grass," Malik chuckled at the thought he had once tried to cut the long grass but finally gave up unable.

"Call people?"

"The money is going to eat Bang" Malik again plucked the strings of his guitar.

Tucked a few questions that Arkana wanted to ask. Obviously Anwa is not from a family that can not afford to be seen from a large house, expensive carved chairs up to a large car garage that can be filled with three cars at once but only filled with Avanza cars from the first year.

What happened to Anwa's family? This question he would ask later if Anwa came home from the market.

***1 part no. Your day on Sunday 😘

jjaaaaak bebs***