MUSE
S2 ~ IMPERFECT

S2 MUSE

EPISODE 51

S2 \~ IS NOT PERFECT

\~ Although I have a taste for you, in fact it can never complete the image of you in my heart. \~

Kriinncingg... 🎶

The sound of bells is always heard when the door of the cafe is open. I came back to this cafe, looking for his whereabouts that kept shadowing me. I don't know since when did I start getting hooked on seeing her smile? A warm and sweet smile.

“Welcome to palette cafe.” said. Ah. The voice I missed sounded.

“Kalila,” my call was only in response with a slow coil by him.

I saw a lot of customers hanging out and enjoying their drinks. Maybe it's the office hours, so a lot of people are enjoying their afternoon. Enjoy coffee to just unwind. I walked in and sat down at the bar table.

“If you want to order queue first, Kak,” he said ketus while concocting coffee.

“Duh, judges?! Where did that sweet girl go last night?” I deliberately teased him, my words immediately succeeded in making his face red. So sweet.

“Stay only, you have to queue to order drinks.” Kalila bit her lip, making me smile even more happily.

I got up and lined up to order a latte. A tomboy girl serves behind the cashier's desk.

“You pesen what, Om?” he said it sucks, Kalila who heard it immediately also giggled.

“Does my face look so old to you?” decakku.

“Hehe.. sorry, what message would you like, Brother?” he repeated the question.

“Pandan latte, extra shot.”

“Ice?”

“Ice, less sugar, yes,” my door, I don't really like sweet foods.

“OK.”

“How much?”

“Free, boss the suru.”

“Thanks.” I smiled, secretly she was still attentive as well as it turned out.

After getting the buzzer I sat back in front of Kalila. Wait patiently for my order latte. While waiting for me to look around, it seemed like something was missing.

“Where is the picture of the man without the face?” I asked Kalila, the feeling of last night still hanging on the far left.

“Oh, I took it off. I want to try to redraw it.” replied Kalila.

“Ah, so, you are good at drawing it turns out,” my nod understands.

“Hobby only. This, Kak.” I received a batch of pandan latte from Kalila.

“Thanks.”

That afternoon the cafe was quite crowded, Kalila seems so wrong. And little Keano always tailed under his feet. Sometimes Kalila raised or forbade Keano to do things that could endanger him.

“Can I help you?” I offered myself.

“Ah.., can you take care of Keano for a moment, Brother?” Kalila gave the little baby to me.

“A—what??” I accepted it clumsily. I've never cared for a baby before.

“Please, Brother. Just sec. Invite him to play in the room.” Kalila put her palm together in front of her chest.

“This turns out you mean bribed me just now.” I gave up and accepted Kalila's request to look after Keano.

“Hahaha. no, Brother. I'm sincere.”

I took Keano into the room. Put the baby down so he can play on the floor. Keano took out all the toys from inside the plastic box. On average, there are cars, there are airplanes.

“Daahh.. dahh.. bbbbuuuaa Keano hit me slowly in the face with his tiny cars.

“Main is here, Ken.” I gave him an example so he could run his car on the floor, not on my face.

“Bbbuuuu..” Keano played back his toys, throwing them all in all directions.

“Ken.. don't, donk!”

Taking care of a baby is not easy! Keano cried for a while, laughed, wet the bed, and ran here and there. Made me run out of energy. Not to mention when she drooled and also played her milk.

“ARG..,” grunts dizziness. And so began the hours of suffering as an impromptu father.

“Please hurry, Kalila!!” my tears in my heart.

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I don't know how long I've been asleep. Keeping Keano was exhausting. I never thought how can Kalila take care of the cafe and babysit at the same time? Is he not exhausted?

“Awoke up, Brother?” Kalila sat next to the bed.

“Oh. sorry I fell asleep.” I got up and sat down beside the bed.

Keano was also still asleep, it seemed like we were both exhausted. We both fell asleep. Kalila slipped a blanket with a teddy bear on Keano's tiny body.

“Thank you, yes. Already keeping Keano.” Kalila said.

“I'm also not very good at keeping Keano.” Kalila stroked Keano's thin hair.

“But you will definitely be a good Mama.”

“Yah, hopefully.”

“Do you want to try it? Mem...,” I was half teasing.

“Don't think of anything!” before I finish my sentence.

I giggled, it turns out Kalila had guessed my guyonnan who asked her to make a child.

“I can't imagine what it's like to be one, Papa.”.

“Being a parent is the instinct of all living things, Sister. You don't have to be afraid when you imagine it.” said Kalila.

We were silent for a long time, maybe clumsy, maybe even pensive.

“Why didn't you slap or kick me last night, Kalila?” I broke the silence.

“I don't know myself either, Brother.”

“Do you have the same taste as me?”

“Don't Ge-er.” Laughter Kalila.

“Then why?

Kalila did not answer, she went down and sat on the floor. I followed him sitting on the floor. Awaiting answer. I was really curious, was there a little bit of her feelings that lit up for me?

“You saw that picture, Brother?” Kalila pointed at the image she had dropped from the outer wall. The picture I was looking for this afternoon.

“Iya, what's with that picture?” many wonder. What does feeling have to do with a picture?

“I have hundreds of the same pictures, although the poses are different, but they are all the same. They don't have a face.” Kalila pulled her knee closer.

“Oh.., then?”

“That's you, Brother.” Kalila smiled at me.

“You mean?” I'm surprised, I don't understand what that means. That picture of me?

“Whatever I try to remember you, I can never remember you, sister. Remembering your face.”

“Kalila?”

“You are an imperfect Muse in every stroke of my hand, Brother.” Kalila looked at me, her eyes glazed over.

“...” I'm speechless.

“Even though I have a taste for you, in fact it can never complete the image of you in my heart.”

“You mean you can never love me?”

“Iya, Brother. Our world is different.”

“Kalila.!” I pressed the pronunciation of his name.

“Tree, Brother. The pain runs so deep.” Kalila shed her tears.

I knew his heart must have been hurt, I knew his soul must have been as painful as mine. But I know deep down in his heart he loves me too. He just can't express it, he can't express it.

“Kalila. Don't do this, I know I was wrong. I should have looked for you long ago.” I hugged his body.

“We are not destined to be together.” reject Kalila.

“No, I'll complete it. I'll be the perfect Muse for you. I love you, Kalila!”

I tucked my hand behind his nape. Makes him see my sincerity in himself.

“I love you!” shirihku.

Without asking Kalila's permission I kissed her lips. Her lips are red. Sweet, warm, and a little wet.

The sweet taste I miss...

The sweet taste I crave...

“Kalila.., I want you.”

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