
"Ekhem." Deheman's voice sounded again.
Arumi stops the movement of taking the book in Amar's hands, Amar is the same.
He looked back because he heard a deheman. He saw a man standing straight with both hands on his chest, with the same height as Amar, with a striped uniform and his black jacket was staring intently at the direction where Arumi and Amar stood facing each other. The look was like a sword.
And that gaze looked at Amar who was both speechless.
"Bang Brian." Arumi muttered slowly. The shock that Arumi was feeling right now. Her lover whom she had just thought of came to see her.
"Abserve?" Amar who never knew the figure of Brian also considers Brian is the brother of Arumi.
Arumi has yet to answer Amar's question as Brian slowly walks towards her, with Brian looking at Amar with his unfriendly look.
Brian quickly grabbed the tome from Amar's hand easily perhaps because it was both tall, or because Amar was silent as if hypnotized with Brian's gaze at him, a piercing gaze.
Brian stared softly at Arumi. He extends his right hand at Arumi to pull Arumi's left hand with the book still in his grasp.
"Come, we're home." Brian's soft speech while holding Arumi's hand, brought Arumi to approach the parked motorcycle. Arumi according.
After being on his bike, Brian as usual put a helmet on the girl he missed so much with slow movements because he wanted to show Amar who was still watching them.
"Let's go up." Brian Say.
With a quick movement Brian pulled Arumi's left and right hands as Arumi was already sitting behind to hug her body, then he hurriedly put it into the pocket of the black jacket he was wearing.
"Are you ready?" Make sure that Arumi is sitting comfortably.
"It." In a soft voice Arumi replied.
"Stay like this." When in the sense of Arumi wanted to pull the hand that hugged him. Then Arumi was silent, he also actually missed her once on her lover. Wanting to hug her, but there are rules and shame that exist in his heart especially he realized if Amar was paying attention to their movements at this time.
Brian turned on his motorbike, the speed of the motor began to run slowly leaving all the thoughts of Amar who was still faithfully paying attention. Arumi was uncomfortable when she saw Amar's gaze when she briefly saw Amar's face.
"Go home?" look to the right to ask her boyfriend.
"Son, I'm going to mom's shop." Arumi slightly shouted.
Brian nodded in understanding. "But stop by the friend's shop for a minute, there's something you have to take." shouted Brian asking for permission.
"Yes." Yeah." Sahut Arumi quickly though curious what the goods are.
Brian parked the bike in one of the shops not far from the dormitory where Arumi's mother was selling.
Without getting off the bike, Brian who did not want to move because Arumi's hands were still in his pocket was screaming at the shopkeeper. Rarely does Brian get a hug from Arumi.
"My order is yes." Say it to the shopkeeper who immediately nodded.
"Don't go down first." Arumi who feels sore because his left and right hands are still in Brian's left right pocket.
"No need to just take it." said Brian flatly while Arumi was singing her lips. Brian looked at it from the rearview mirror and then gave a smile looking at Arumi's expression.
Brian's right hand squeezed Arumi's right hand that was blocked by his pocket cloth, Arumi replied with her left hand coming out of that pocket to pinch Brian's waist.
Brian reflex avoids the pinch by shaking his hip but his right hand still squeezes Arumi's hand inside.
"That's nyubit or clit anyway, I'm ticklish." Say it with a pinched smile.
"The ticklish, sick dong!" Arumi protests because he pinches her with exertion.
"But amused ya." Tempted Brian while pulling Arumi's left hand to hug him again.
"Then know!" Arumi realizes that they are the center of attention of people there. But Brian just smiled without letting go of the link of their hands.