Leaning Sweet Me
Not asking but not refusing

Metta pulled his hands slowly, bending his gaze as he was unable to stare at the interlocutor in front of him. His heart is brimmed, a feeling of haru and happiness that binds his heart now.

The instantaneous feeling was dissolved because of a shadow of rejection from the person called the mother of the man of responsibility who became a wound medicine for her heart.

"Stop Farrel, we're not playing... Go home"

Metta got up from her seat, put her feet up and went back into the house. But Farrel jumped, with one pull stopping Metta's move.

Farrel wrapped his arms around Metta's boat from behind, gluing his hands together to encircle the niche of the little woman's neck. Until he could smell the shampoo from Metta's hair.

"Sister, I beg you." whispered Farrel right in his ear.

"Farrul.."

"I'm just asking you to trust me, is it too hard?"

The clear liquid was unable to hold, freely plunging just without permission.

"Why does my heart feel claustrophobic, if anyone other than Farrel says it. I'm definitely happy"

Belief? that sense that began to grow after the wound in Metta gradually recovered, slowly dry land as the defense that had begun to collapse. But it turned out to be bumped with blessing which became the main pillar. Make his guts shrink again, and stop the hope that begins to bud.

"Did you never remember what I said?"

Farrel rolled Metta's shoulders until they faced each other. Moved the clear fur that soaked his face, and tidied up Metta's messy hair pigtails,

" Hey..." Farrel muttering.

"Did you remember?"

Metta was silent, her lipless lips were clenched, her head bowed with a downward glance, as if the scene on the floor she was striking was more beautiful than the Adam's descendants before her.

Silent..

"God gave you a mouth to speak, then speak"

Momentary silence.

"You're going to keep trying, so I have to keep waiting for you" Metta muttered softly.

Farrel raised his lips upwards, there was something he had to hold back when he heard the mutterings from Metta. He continued his words.

"God also gave you eyes to see, so look at me"

"Gosh, why is this boy so sweet, I even feel the same age as him."

Metta closed his eyes with his head still down.

"Sister.talk and look at me" Farrel tightened his hand on Metta's shoulder.

Metta raised his head slowly, a moment later they clashed beads. Looking at each other and looking at each other's faces.

Farrel pulled his lips back up. Which makes the debt in Metta's heart rise drastically.

"And one more.."

Farrel paused his own words, waiting for Metta to react. Metta frowned, I don't know what she was thinking right now.

"What's.."

Farrel smiled again, this time looking more curved and so sweet. There will be no girl who will not fall when she sees him. A handsome face that dominates with an athletic posture, and will definitely still grow stronger as he grows older.

"God gave you love...." Farrel hung his words.

"Well what.." Metta shrugged her shoulders, flipping her body to the side. He does love farrel but is too stiff to admit.

Farrel leaned his body, bringing his head closer to Metta's ear,

"Let's fuck..." Farrel pulled his body and laughed. "Geez.."

Metta was wide open, her eyes round towards Farrel who was laughing.

"Ih, what..nyebelin very.." pushed Farrel until his body fell, fell,

"Aawws..hahaha."Farrel grimaced yet laughed even louder, clutching his stomach.

"Iiihh.kuh nyebelin very, you deliberately yaa, so sweet sweet everything poetic by the way." Metta bent her body beating, punching even grabbed Farrel's hair blindly which still did not stop laughing either.

Farrel crossed his arms and leaned his body in a circle, protecting himself from Metta's rampage with a still blaring laughter.

"Yes.yes, forgive me brother.forgot.hahahha"

"Still ngetawain.heh.nih nih rasain" Metta hit Farrel's body with tubes on all sides.

Although grimacing in pain, but Farrel was happy. Looking back at Metta's side that was indifferent, and not easily broken.

The pain of the punches, pinches, and jellies he often received was better than the neglect Metta had done to him not long ago.

With a flash Farrel turned his body, pulled Metta's hand until shocked and fell into a sitting position.

Dugs..

"God..." Their heads clashed with each other violently, Metta rubbed her head slowly while Farrel swiftly woke up her body reaching for Metta, but not yet sitting perfectly, her back even hitting the table.

"God..."Farrel grimacing.

"Bright..."

This time it was Metta who was laughing with a hand that was still rubbing her forehead.

"The taste is karma to you" pursed his lips.

"Ussually vengeful brother turns out."

Farrel grabbed Metta's small body and began to research it until Metta stepped in all directions.

" Stop Farrel, eeh.hahahah, I'm sure I give up, don't play cape again"

Metta looked out of breath, with his chest rising and falling gasping for breath. Until it looks like water dripping in his eyes.

While Farrel leaned his body before Metta. rested on his palm.

"Did you like my romance?"

"Pffftt.what romance, there's only your booty."

"No it's true, I'll always remind you of what I said before"

Metta, who was sitting next to Farrel, turned her head. Looking at Farrel who now looks serious again.

"What I said earlier was all true, that's what I felt like sister, I just couldn't bear to see brother's expression" Farrel chuckled. Sweep his dirty sleeves.

"But none of that will change Farrel, and I've never asked you to try"

Metta's answer seemed poignant to Farrel, he formed his lips curved.

"Yes, you didn't ask, but you didn't refuse, did you?"

Metta flirted, it was true that she never asked but did not refuse.

"Do you believe destiny can be changed?"

"What do you know about destiny?" Metta stood up and patted his dirty ass.

"I know, but a little bit" Farrel glued his index and his mother up.

"Destiny can be changed by prayer and effort, right?"

Metta nodded.

Farrell stood up, putting one hand in his pocket.

"And the vigilance of the brother who will fight against my prayer" Farrel blinked one eye. "We'll see who wins"

"Sokay know,.." Metta patted Farrel on the shoulder.

"Aishh.my brother is sick all because of my sister"

"Thankfull.." Metta breezed back into the house.

Farrel blocked Metta's hand, "So brother won't stay away from me anymore right?"

"Whatever"

Metta stepped back with a smile rising on her lips.

"Women are hard to understand."

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