Me VS Master
Divergence

Rafa did not return to the meeting room, choosing the workspace as a stopover, after the head was almost made broken by Vanya—women who followed him to the same room.

A lazy look was given by Rafa, at him who pushed the glass door and walked towards his desk. It does exist in one closed room, devoted to the incorporated teams.

"Master, I'm bo—"

"Don't talk to me!" snapped Rafa interjected, Vanya was surprised to make.

"Don't keep getting angry, the handsome old palette faded, who wants to? Where not married again," said Vanya hand pulled the chair work.

"Himself also not married, but people. Got a girlfriend, still mending me."

"Hahaha, singles does not mean no practice. Singles are a sign that I am a difficult person to be recorded! Is that the drop-in mom?!" sambar Vanya sat down. "Partially, what are you looking at from the model nyinyir girl, until it is dated? Ugly? Ja. A bantet? Banget. Shorty? Over! I have no taste!" her scolding counted with her fingers, Rafa raised his eye-sawing seeds.

"Jealous?" relax Rafa, raise an eyebrow.

"Who? Me? Of jealousy? No! Just wonder, people like you, want to be like that model girl! Where is it good? Lips are like a teapot, just want to kiss him! Not nauseous?! Yeah, it's not. Teapot people meet the glass, suitable! Her girl hobbies nyinyir while ponyong, her man hobby menggejeplak!" Vanya slightly raised the voice.

"What did you call me? You?" Rafa scratched the tail of his left eyebrow, stood up and approached Vanya's desk in front of him. "Reply again, what did you call me? Glassware?"

Vanya swallowed the saliva, her two eyes twitching in confusion. Finding a place to escape was impossible, when the wall was behind his body and the table covered the access to the door.

Rafa got closer, sat at the end of Vanya's desk and kicked the chair until it hit the wall. Brightly, it made Vanya more frightened, without having the courage as when his chatter came out unstoppable.

"You ever know I'm the same Valen kiss? When?" ask Rafa.

"Eh, oh? Mm ...." Vanya was confused, staring at Rafa lightning and looked down again. "In ... in the basecamp fitting I same children ngerjain report above, I want to go to the kitchen take a drink keep seeing the same master lumping horse that kiss in the living room. You guys sit together, I accidentally see, that's the abis back in the room."

Vanya explained long, Rafa curled his lips down while nodding repeatedly. "You know the difference between being kissed and kissing?" asked the man in pure white, his interlocutor jerked to raise his head and laughed.

"Hahaha, you know! Do you think I'm a child can't be different? Baby knows, just look at his father's mother kiss. Totally negeremehin! Gini-gini had a kiss too!"

"Who's the guy?"

"Prospective husband, choice of parents. Gini-gini I'm a filial son, be fooled! The guy is handsome, tall, not chatty, not stingy like someone I don't want to know all my life until the reincarnation of the thousandth!"

"Times?" still the man of art fans implies calmness. "This shows that you know the difference between being kissed and kissing. No evidence, it means lying."

"Yes?!" Vanya nanap instantaneously.

The man with the tattoo on the back of his left hand did not take his attention off Vanya, then reached out to his wrist and dragged right in front of him sitting down. Vanya's eyes were made to stutter, irregular heart for no reason.

"Come on." Rafa advanced the face.

"Ha-ha-ha!" Vanya laughed forcefully, leaning back. "AC is on, but it feels like a fire!" faint muttering.

"If you don't know, don't talk. Instead of your talk, make you look like you don't pinter."

"Ta—tau!"

"You what?" Rafa raised his left eyebrow. "What you see, not a kiss. But, kissed. That's the difference."

Rafa explained, without releasing Vanya's wrist. "It's kissed!" he said, sweeping the cheeks of the woman in front of him gently.

Vanya raising the pupils of the eyes, the left hand touching the cheek just plastered the lips without feeling wrong at all. Rafa changed to pull Vanya's right arm to the nape, left cheek met in front of him was touched with the right palm.

The view of the two locked, Vanya's lungs turned smaller, without being able to exchange air. Rafa used his right thumb to stroke Vanya's cheek, without even slightly shifting her eyes from the tense face before her.

"It's a kiss." Rafa said, sticking his lips together with Vanya's lips.

Restrained lips both, without breath exhaled by the woman who also stopped the heart to beat. Until a door opened violently, Rafa turned to look at the two buying men in the middle towards him.

"Ma—maaf! La—continuance!" Vino stutters, pulls Alya out and closes the door again.

"Come in! The results of the meeting were clear!" rafa shouted, pulling the body from the table. "Inget-inget difference, let later not origin if the same prospective husband!" exclaiming the man preparing to swing his long legs.

"Vino, Alya, come in!" the man shouted again, sitting in his own chair.

Vino and Alya were still in front, the shadows of the two bodies were clearly visible, pushing each other to break through in the room that was afraid of being stopped by the legs now. Hesitating the two enter, seeing Vanya in the sculpting position and Rafa gulping down water from the tall glass is available.

"Buruan kelusin, we're having lunch, we're going to the project." Rafa dropped the decree, but Alya and Vino instead nudged each other's arms and shook their heads violently.

"Buruan!" jutting Rafa, surprised the two people in front of his desk, also Vanya who immediately fell to the floor.

"Van!" alya and Vino. "Fainting, Vin! Helpin' buruan!" added the woman in the black jacket, patted Vino's back.

"Udah justin, obviously you don't have to take care of him!" prevent Rafa, confuse his two team kids.