
"Want to?" salwa asked when Abra was running the car.
"No need" Abra answered briefly. He did not know what the food was like. Just looking at it is no longer tasteful.
"You haven't felt it yet, just try a little. You must be addicted. It tastes good, although it does not look as good as the food in the restaurant. Come on, try opening your mouth!" pinta Salwa with a spoon of batagor in front of the mouth of Abra.
The man initially refused. However, the woman continued to persuade and force him. Inevitably Abra finally opened his mouth. As Salwa put a spoonful of batagor into her mouth, the man could feel something she had never felt before.
There is a spicy, salty, savory, and slightly sweet taste. He didn't know the food tasted so good. Wanted to ask again, but his sense of prestige was too high.
"How does it feel?" salwa asked while looking at Abra who was still chewing.
"It's normal."
"You alone can't feel which food is good and which isn't. Yeah, let me eat myself."
Abra just shrugged both of his shoulders indifferently. Although he actually still wanted to taste the food, but the man was reluctant to drop himself by asking him. Salwa enjoy the food until it runs out, so it does not feel they have reached the beach.
They go down and walk together. Salwa is deliberately spoiled on Abra's arm. The man was silent too. Like his promise he will obey all the wishes of the woman.
"We'll just sit there!" take Abra while pointing at a tavern not far from there.
"I want to play water" whined Salwa.
"We don't bring a change of clothes. It's best not to."
"Come, Honey! I'm going to play water."
"No, if you want to go ahead. I'd better go home, I don't want to get wet." Abra turned around immediately. However, Salwa quickly hugged him from behind.
"Don't go, I'm sorry. I'll obey you, but don't leave me" Salwa said slowly.
Can Abra feel if the current back has wet. Salwa must be crying. He wanted to turn around, but the woman forbade him and still shed tears. Salwa was embarrassed if Ibra saw him in this state.
The man was confused by this situation. Abra had no intention of making Salwa cry. He also felt that he did not say anything rude, let alone hurt her then why did the woman cry? Did Abra hurt him unconsciously?
"Salwa, don't be like this. Many see us" Abra said slowly so as not to be heard by others.
Salwa let go of her embrace and turned her body around so the man did not see her. Abra who knew also immediately hugged his brother's fiancee without shame. There was a sense of guilt for making the woman cry.
"Didn't we decide to have fun? So don't cry" Abra said in a whisper. "Come, we'll go there!"
The man pulled Salwa by the hand and led her to a huge pile of rocks like a cliff. The woman complied while wiping the rest of her tears. The two sat side by side facing the water waves on the beach. For a long time they were silent not knowing what to say.
"Do you feel better?" ask Abra.
Salwa looked at the man beside her and smiled. "Obviously, it's always like this."
"If you want to tell a story, just say it. I'll listen to it."
"No, I just want to enjoy the view."
The phone in Salwa's bag is ringing. The woman opened it, and there was a papa's name. Inevitably he would have to lift it otherwise, then it would be a problem for him.
"Hello."
"Where are you? Why go alone? Is there a driver at home?" ask Anton who is across the street.
"I ... I went with Ibra. He's the one who asked me," Salwa told a lie while looking at the man beside her.
"Are you with him? You're not trying to lie to me, are you?"
"Hello, Om. I'm sorry, I took Salwa without asking for permission."
"Oh, it's okay. I was just worried about him. He usually leaves without a driver. Then enjoy your time. I still have a job."
"Yes, Om. Thank you." Thank you."
Abra disconnects the phone and gives Salwa the phone. They fell silent again while looking at the sea water. He felt sorry for the woman beside him. The man knew that Anton had contacted him not just out of concern. There must be another reason.
Time goes by so fast, it doesn't feel like the sun is almost sinking.
"We'd better get back!" bring Abra.
"I want to see the sun set first" Salwa said without taking his eyes off the center of the Solar System.
Abra also fell silent while occasionally looking at Salwa. The woman looks more and more beautiful with orange rays because of the reflection of the sun. Her hair was beautifully scattered, waving in the wind. Abra was envious of her brother who had a fiance as beautiful and as good as Salwa even though the woman was chatty.
"Come, we're going!" bring Salwa who is trying to wake up. However, he sat back down because he felt his legs cramp.
"What's wrong?" asked Abra who was back crouching after previously standing up.
"It looks like my legs are cramping."
"We've been sitting here for too long, until we forget lunch."
"I'm sorry, I'm too late with this view. I forgot to take you out to eat."
"That's it, there's no need to feel guilty. Now try to straighten your legs slowly."
Salwa obeyed Abra's orders. "It hurts so much." he whined.
"Yes, slow down. Relax your body." Abra helps straighten her legs with a little massage. The pain began to disappear.
"It's better. Let me try to stand." Salwa tried to stand up with Abra's help. "Come, let's get some food first!"
Although it still hurts, but Salwa tried to look okay. He put his hand on Abra's arm. They walked to a restaurant near the beach. Both are not picky about food so, it is not difficult to find a place to eat.
Arriving at the restaurant, they chose a table near the window so they could see the outside view. A servant came and asked for their order.
"You order avocado juice too?" ask Salwa.
"Yes, why?" abra asked back with a frown.
"It's okay," Salwa replied then turned to stare at the waiter who was taking down the order. "Already, Mas. That's all."
"Good, Miss. Please wait a minute." The passenger nodded and left them.
"Where are you going after this? Is there a place you want to go?" ask Abra.
"I want to go to your apartment. We'll go there for a second, yeah!"
"Apartment?" asked Abra with a confused face. He never knew if Ibra had an apartment.
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