Love Poems Cinderella Mask
Break night

The man looked at the girl's messy face with puffy eyes. It must have been tiring to have accompanied and helped himself all day and then come home greeted with family conflicts. He understood it because he had felt it too.

Abra offers Shasa a tissue box. "Clean up the remains of your tears and trim your face a little, because I don't want people to think that's not-no to me."

Shasa immediately peeked at his face in the small mirror above him. God, his face is a mess! Maybe after a fight with Rika, she did not notice that her hijab was tilted. Moreover, his face that had been crying made his eyes moist and look strange. "Well, my face is a mess!" Shasa covered her face in embarrassment.

Her cute demeanor published a smile on Abra's lips.

The girl hastily picked up the tissue box the man was proffering from and immediately fixed her face and hijab. "Aduuh .. why didn't I read it before I left? Uhhh .... It's been like this crazy guy, dare to go out again!" The girl panicked. She used the small mirror to look while tidying up her headscarf and cleaning up her tears.

The man held back a laugh because of the babble of the petite girl. Even so, the girl's chirp made Abra relieved. Means that girl is the type of woman who quickly recovers from her slump. He then starts the engine and runs it.

Moment later. "Where's Brother? It's neat, isn't it?" The girl was still looking at the small mirror above her.

Abra looked at it. The girl's face was better than before. "It's beautiful."

Shasa patted Abra on the shoulder. "Ih, lie!"

"Well .. don't believe."

"Lied!" Shasa's cheeks are flushed.

"Can't you believe I'm lying?"

Directly a pinch landed on the man's waist.

"Ohh, canoe!" Abra was late to avoid so forced to rub the former pinches.

"Sister!"

"Once, you know you don't believe. Should I lie?"

"I'm not pretty" the girl looked down. Voice low.

"You're wrong."

"What?" He raised his head.

"You are beautiful to the one who loves you."

"Mk."

"Who is 'mmh'? You have a boyfriend. Didn't your girlfriend ever tell you you were pretty?"

Shasa shook his head.

Whahuh? If it were me, I would say it every day. What did he do then, with that man? "Why do you want to be her boyfriend?"

"She was serious" he said."

The word that hangs. Just disconnect, from him. Shasa, that guy isn't sure about you. "Eh, is that all?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Snack."

"Why strange?"

"Didn't the courtship people tell each other they love, baby. Shouldn't that be?"

"Did Abra say the same to his girlfriend?"

"I ... don't have a boyfriend." Abra berdehem's.

"An ex-that?"

"Not having an ex."

Shasa smiled. "Lying ah, that handsome time doesn't have it?"

Hearing the word 'bull' Abra instantly glanced over from the small mirror above him. Shasa, am I in your standards? If so, I'll make sure I come after you. I'm waiting for your boyfriend to make a mistake and I'm going after you.

Shasa then realizes he has mispronounced. Like a wrong engine, his heart now beats irregularly. In order to avoid Abra noticing her nervousness, the girl immediately threw a glance at the window.

Silence then listen to the waves in the hearts of both.

The car finally arrived in front of Abra's apartment building. The man tried to carry Shasa's big bag and his groceries.

"Sister, don't go. I can take Brother."

"No papa. You just bring me the rest of my groceries."

Finally, Shasa carried the rest of Abra's plastic as the man carried his big bag over his shoulder. It also helps to attach an access card to get in and out of the elevator. Then they arrived at Abra's apartment.

As the man stuffed food and drinks into the fridge, the girl went inside the room next to Abra's room. He rested there.

"Damaz!"

The girl poked her head behind the door. "Yes?"

"Would you like to eat?" He saw Abra with an apron near the stove.

"Huh? Sister cook?"

"Yes. If I want to cook."

The girl smiled wryly. He's out of the room. "Sister Abra is good at cooking?"

"Not really, just the easy ones. How's it?"

"What cooking?" The girl approached.

"Chicken cooked with a little vegetable."

"It looks good."

"You mean yes?"

"Not cooked rice, brother?"

"Oh yeah, not yet."

"Yes, I cooked Brother."

"OK."

At first the girl felt a little strange but then enjoyed it.

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It's been an hour since Kevin left the dinner plate in front of him untouched. His mind was being imprisoned with the reverie that was now drugging him.

Shanum's. The name was now engraved beautifully in the recesses of his deepest heart. A name that was able to paralyze his entire body while remembering it. The girl was like being created to be admired, daydreamed and loved by him. God must have created that girl for her to have. That's certain.

He never thought he could fall in love with a young woman like Shasa but he really could not resist the girl's innocent charm and a little shy.

This was the first time he had fallen in love and he could not cast the shadow of the girl in his mind. Like a movie that plays over and over again, so does the face and self of the girl who is trapped in her daydreams and brain. It was like haunting and not wanting to leave and the man was now in a real fret.

Where will this heart and feeling problem take if you don't get it? Where to take it ... Now he has to set a strategy to get it.

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A loud knock and a streak woke Rika who was already on the verge of falling asleep. He hates to be constantly disturbed that day considering his plans always fail and meet misfortune.

Today he rushed home to avoid being called HRD and lectured or told he would be fired from the company, but that means he is only delaying and he will still get it the next day and now ..who else wants to disturb his peace when he wants to try to sleep peacefully.

Rika opened the door of her room with messy hair and mouth evaporating. The man entered in a hurry. "Where is Shasa hah, where is Shasa?"

"Oh, the nights are noisy. I want to sleep, you know! Don't stress me out because I think about him! It's Ah!"

Damar shook Rika's arm. "Where is Shasa heh, where is he going? Shouldn't he be home?" His eyes were round, frustrated.

Of course because when he came home earlier, he did not see the whereabouts of Shasa at home. Rika says that Shasa is overtime and she believes so she escorts both her parents to the airport. After returning home, he did not find Shasa in his room.

"Yes, he came home a little while ago and left again. He said he wanted to move out and live outside" Rika said, scratching her head.

"What's? Where to?" At that time, Damar was in shock. He never thought that Shasa would one day go far away from the house.

"I don't know, maybe stay with Bima next time."

"He's living with that guy?" Damar's face was in shock.

Rika, impatient, pushed her stepbrother out because she was very sleepy, but soon the man knocked on her door again. "What the hell is it?"

The man pulled the girl's arm violently. "Awas aja ... beware if it turns out you ngusir Shasa from this house! Watch out!!! You'll make calculations with GUE!"

"But!" Rika brushed it off rudely. "Who do you think is taking me?" Rika pushed the man violently out of her room and slammed the door. Damar was still upset and stood in front of him.

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Shasa woke up in the middle of the night. It looks like there's someone outside her room. He was long pensive while staring at the surroundings. New home? He then realized he was staying at Abra's apartment but .. has the man not slept?

He got out of his bed and peered outside. Sure enough, the man was sitting on the sofa drinking a cola. I don't know what he's thinking, which he's obviously sitting and thinking something.

"Sister."

Abra.

"Difficulty sleeping?"

"Mmd? Oh, naw. I was thinking of a slogan, but that too. Unsleepy. You haven't slept? Am I disturbing you to sleep? Oh, sorry huh? No noise?" Abra realizes the sound of his canned drink has awakened Shasa.

"Mm." Mmm." Shasa shook his head. "I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night to drink." He lies.

"Oh, want a drink?"

"Yes." Yeah." Shasa stepped towards the fridge.

Abra was back pensive as the girl poured into a glass of orange juice from a carton of drinks from the refrigerator. Shasa drank it while watching the man.

Abra is conscious of being noticed. "Eh, you go to sleep first. I'm probably a little late."

"When do you stay up in the morning?"

Abra looked at Shasa and suddenly laughed. "I just need to check the broadcast but at random and I don't need to also come in the morning. If I stay up late I'll sleep the next morning. My schedule isn't clear but it doesn't mean I'm forgetting a break."

"Oh, so."

"Yes." Yeah."

Shasa approached the man.

"You're not sleeping?"

"I'm also used to waking up at night and sometimes having trouble sleeping."

"Are you having trouble sleeping?"

Shasa sat down beside Abra. "May I know the slogan you want?"

"Slogan?"

"I want to help, can I?"

The man was surprised. "Slogan is the Image TV that wants to be shown on the TV station. This made a TV station, famous just by remembering the catchphrase."

"I also learned a little from my office friends about slogans." Shasa placed his drink on the table in front of him.

"Oh, have you ever been on the Creative Team?"

"I'm going to work in a small company, I have to be versatile."

Back Abra was surprised. "So you ever do slogans?"

"My company does that."

"Oh, yes .... "

"What kind of TV station does Indo want to create a TV image?"

So it flowed from Abra's mouth about the image of the company he wanted and the two of them then discussed until the morning. They did not feel like they were both asleep on the couch.

They sleep while sitting side by side leaning against the back of the sofa and holding their heads together. Abra wakes up and realizes the girl is leaning on her shoulder.

He slowly touched the girl's face gently.

There's no way we're always together. 'cause I love you.

Hey Abra, be careful when you talk! What if God hears and gives it?