LUTH'S LLAMAR
Towards That Night

Lyn stirred the tea water in a glass, for how long she stirred with the aim of dissolving sugar. His mind was drifting where, thinking about what would happen tonight. 

Duh, why did Lyn even think like this? Shouldn't he be thinking about things like this? Is this what you call a pervert mind? Wehs..

Lyn turned her head when she realized the tea she had been stirring had become cold. He put his palm on the glass. Right, it's not hot anymore. Yes, let it warm like this.

"Lyn, are you still here?" asked Alisha who had just appeared, astonished to see Lyn, it had been almost half an hour since Lyn claimed to be making tea, until now the hot tea was not finished.

"Eh, yes, ma'am. I finished making tea."

"Yes there, you love the tea to Luth, this is your first night, do not even busy yourself," added Alisha again mentioned the first night, Lyn would be wrong.

"Lyn first yes, Mom. Want to give her tea to Luth," Lyn went.

"Eh, Lynn. Loh, that's not the tea you brought," exclaimed Alisha making Lyn stop and follow Alisha's line of sight.

Immediately Lyn turned her head to stare at the large teapot in her hand. Loh, why did he even bring a teapot filled with mineral water, shouldn't he bring a glass filled with warm tea? Oops.

With a red hue, Lyn turned back, put a teapot and replaced it with the glass she was supposed to carry. This is the effect of the mind being out of sync. Lyn quickly left the kitchen.

He walked into the room. His heart beat as he stood at the door of Luth's room, which was now his room as well. His hand was about to touch the door handle, but it was closed. The hand he pulled back. Several times he did the same thing, his hand back and forth about to open the door. The edges even away from the door, then paced back and forth in front of the door.  

Entering? Entering? How nervous is this? 

After gathering courage, trying to get rid of the embarrassment, Lyn finally recklessly opened the door. Uh, apparently Luth wasn't in the room. Lyn's eyes circulate back to the rest of the room, empty. Luth's figure was not visible in the room. Ah, in vain since last Lyn felt nervous when about to enter the room, it turns out that nervousness should not be there.

Lyn sneaks in, puts the glass to the table.

Cleaved.

The door behind him opened. Lyn's skin prickled at the sound of that voice. Is that luth? Huh, Luth who used to be a playmate, why now even become like a scary monster like this?

Lyn stared at the figure who had just entered the room through the reflection of the mirror in front of her. Exactly, this time it was really Luth who entered the room. The man was just wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. Her hair was wet, drops of water from the ends of the wet hair soaked her forehead.

Seeing Luth bare-chested, Lyn's face heats up instantly. But he pretended to be ignorant, as if there was nothing. He sat in the chair and opened his phone. Although pretending to be busy himself, Lyn's bead could not be set, continued to move towards the mirror, staring at the movement of Lut's burly body which was now opening the winding towel.

"Will beaaaa…." Lyn shouted and immediately closed her eyes.

Not answering, Lyn turned her face closed by the palm of her hand.

"Hey, what's wrong? Caterpillar feathers?" asked Luth who realized his room had been entered by caterpillars, because right next to his room there is a betel leaf plant owned by his mother, which sometimes leaves infested by caterpillars. Then easily caterpillars sneak in without excuse, ridiculous.

"Yes, caterpillar, tuh," said Lyn still in the same position.

"Open his hands first, let's show the caterpillar where it is!" tell Luth while pulling Lyn's arm that covers the face.

Lyn's avoiding Luth.  "Your feather plate, tuh."

Realizing Lyn's intention, Luth turned his back, looking down. 

"Sembrono! I'm still wearing these pants," ketus Luth made Lyn immediately put away her palms and open her eyes.

Right, Luth wears knee-length shorts. Then his gaze turned upward, right into Luth's sharp eyes. They were sitting at a very close distance. Why is it so bad?

"Yes next time if you want to take off the towel do not carelessly dong, it can be in the bathroom there," said Lyn misbehaved.

Luth cringing. "This is my room. I am free to do anything here. Why are you the one who loves rules? Weird."

Lyn grunting. "Yes, I want to sleep. Move over!" He looked at Luth's arm on the right left side of his body.

Luth held on to his position, not moving.

"Luth, lookout!" lyn again. The more nervous Luth looks at him intensely. What the hell is Luth thinking? Is Luth's mind the same? Was Luth as awkward as Lyn felt? But if you look at Luth's gaze and gaze, the man seems very relaxed, there are no signs of nervousness at all.

Slowly Luth got rid of her body, giving Lyn access to walk towards the bed.

Seriate

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