Kiss Me
Won't go home without you

Anwa's third day in Lampung. That morning the house was crowded again with the sound of a lawnmower, Father and Mother were in front of the terrace watching the two builders hired by Arkana.

"Akana should not bother to have to hire people to clean up all this," said Mommy.

"Honey Auntie, this park still looks good if treated again," replied Arkana who this morning wearing a suit of Jogger pants and black t-shirts.

"Anwa hasn't woken up yet, Bun? tumben," said Mr. Syahril.

"Fort of maybe, let it be," replied the Mother.

"It's a building shop here where is Auntie?"

"Mo what?" anwa's voice from inside the house.

"Eh, I'm awake," Arkana saw the appearance of Anwa waking up in purple pajamas with small flowers, "want to buy paint, let all the craftsmen who do it."

"No need to buy paint, let's just say this, you're nothing," Anwa's murmur who did not like Arkana's involvement too far into his family, he said, from cleaning the garden to having to make the house look good again.

"Mother agrees, Arkana do not have to bother, this is also still comfortable to live in, let alone this."

"Sorry Auntie, not my intention.that means that all of these people will get a handyman to rent a house to clean up Auntie's house to look more comfortable," Arkana answered wrongly afraid even later more offended.

"Gak papa Bang Ar, Malik has also begun to worry about the house is shabby, the ceiling of Malik's room is also broken because there is a cat fighting on top," Malik, who was standing by the door, supported Arkana's idea.

"Yes already if so I find the equipment from paint to plywood to replace the ceiling of the room."

"Ayaaah," Anwa's whine, who clearly disagrees with Arkana's idea, asks her father to reduce the intention.

The father, who was asked not to be provoked, pretended not to hear Anwa's whining, walked up to the craftsmen to give the next order.

Anwa who was angry immediately turned her body into the house.

"Udah Bang, justin aja ntar also healed himself," Malik chuckled.

"Malik!"

"Oh yeah Bun, let's Bang so no? ntar keburu this is also crashing," Malik ran out while pinching his flip flops avoiding the blow of the Mother.

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That afternoon some of the room already looks more luminous, the white paint no longer looks shabby after being refurbished with the same paint color, the white paint no longer looks shabby, only the dining room and kitchen and Anwa's room remained untouched. The two craftsmen who were assisted by Arkana and Malik finished it faster.

After lunch they resumed their work, Anwa was still in an angry fashion.

"Still no negur Bang?" asked Malik who was already holding the paint brush.

"Yes, the anger is durable this time," Arkana said.

"Try Deketin Bang" proposed Malik.

"Fear Lik, still carrying a barrel of rice," Arkana chuckled at Anwa washing their lunch utensils earlier.

Malik laughed too. "This is Ayuk Wawa's room paint, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Ntar Abang same Ayuk aja who paint yes, let's not marahan again," he proposed.

"Sip, prone Lik," Arkana gave her thumbs up.

"Dude."

"So that color?"

"So, but good, right?"

"Good, it's for the girls' room."

"Sip," Arkana again gave her thumbs up.

After washing the dishes in the kitchen, Anwa walks into her room, followed by Arkana who follows her from behind. When it was about to close the door, it was quickly held down by Arkana's feet.

"Mo what?"

"Nge paint the room," he replied casually then walked in.

"No need, the paint is still good," he replied pulling the t-shirt Arkana was wearing and herding it out of the room.

Arkana's bedroom door was quickly shut.

"Gee!"

"What?" he said pulling the dressing table and then sleeping temoat so as not to be exposed to splashes of paint.

"I told you not to paint, it's still good."

Arkana approaching. "Lo made a gemes tau not all day," he said closer his face to Anwa who had taken a few steps back.

The waist was reached by Arkana, with his leisure he landed a brief kiss on Anwa's lips.

"Gee!" Anwa gave a pinch to Arkana's chest but the hand on the chest was held tightly by Arkana.

The girl blushed, honestly she also missed the touch of this man who was in front of her. Three days of refraining from touching intensely as they often do.

"Ar," he said gently reminding Arkana to keep her attitude.

Arkana took all of Anwa's hair and tied it up so high that the neckline was clearly visible.

"Gue kangen this one," he said down the girl's neck. "Kangen fragrant lo, Wa," he said again.

"Ar," Anwa distanced herself upon hearing footsteps, approaching her room.

The door opened, the head of the rancid youth poking inside.

"Belom begin?" malik.

"Newly persuaded," replied Arkana.

"Mo not helped?"

"Bantuin deh Lik, will be long alone."

The paint is baby pink, it's already coloring the girl's room. The owner of the room is still wearing a sullen face.

"Is it good, Yuk?"

"Why should this color?" tanyanya.

"It's good to know, it's the color of girls, soft, girly, really girls," said Malik.

"Yes but I don't like the color if you wear it on the wall of the room, except the color of the dress atw shoes that, not the color of the wall," he said.

"Udah really enjoy it, do not say what is the same tuh--" pointed at Arkana who is returning the position of the dressing table to its original place.

"So, tell me to bother with all the paint."

"Udah kelar, don't have to baffle, actually said Malik, just enjoy it," replied Arkana breezed out of the room.

"It's the change now, take care of it," Malik followed Arkana out of Anwa's room.

Anwa looked at the color of her room, then smiled.

The night before, Arkana was sitting on the terrace alone, Malik was saying goodbye to visit one of his friends' houses, Mother's father had just entered the house.

Anwa stood on the door frame, folding her hands together.

"When do you want to go home?" tanyakanya.

"Excused?"

"I'm just nanya" Anwa said.

"Lo go home, I go home" replied Arkana standing and leaning his body on the pillar of the wall.

"Can that be?"

"Can dong," she smiled.

"What exactly is your purpose here?" The question was finally raised after their three days together in this house.

"You picked up the future mother of my children home" he stared at Anwa.

"Neuro."

"Yes, I can't believe it" turned her body.

"Tomorrow ye home yea," pinta Anwa, stepped closer to Arkana who was staring out of the way.

"No. I won't go home without you" he said still looking ahead.

Anwa shook her head, then turned her body stepping inside quickly Arkana held her back.

"Gue won't come home, if you don't go home," whispered softly to the side of his ear making Anwa stiffen.

Arkana clasped the girl's hips, brought her face closer, looked at the beautiful face of the girl who was expected to reciprocate her feelings, not just friends but friendly but more than that.

The hand that was on Arkana's chest, slowly the man lowered it so that there was no distance between the two.

******* lip that he had just had a quick glance at, that warm, soft kiss received an equally gentle reply. A small bite on Anwa's lower lip made it open slightly until Arkana more freely entered the oral cavity and twisted their tongues.

Anwa's hand never stood still, always spinning the t-shirt Arkana was wearing. Pause just to share the air, then continue back until the two let go with a simple sigh and a sad look in the eye.

"Get in, sleep, tomorrow we go home," Arkana said and rubbed Anwa's lips wet because of her actions.

Anwa let go of her hand. "Good night Ar."

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