MUSE
S2 ~ QUESTIONS
S2 MUSE
EPISODE 62
S2 \~ QUESTIONS
\~ Somehow it feels so strange, as if I miss this togetherness. We really are like family, right? Laughing and joking at the dinner table. \~
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The sound of rain began to sound boisterous as it descended and touched the surface of the earth. It is fitting that there is no sun when it is 6, it is cloudy. The rain welcomed this morning with an overflow of energy. No different than the man in front of me right now. The energy was too overflowing to jump into my balcony.
“How is this? I have a meeting at 9.” Arvin ruffled his hair, frustrated that he could not jump back onto his balcony. Too dangerous to jump when it rains, the trellis must be slippery.
“Solah herself,”mejekku.
Arvin sat on the edge of the bed. Still looking for a way to get back into her room.
“Why not use passcode, anyway?” the question is, why the apartment still uses a key and not a passcode.
“Have a cheap apartment, not a luxury apartment,” I replied.
Arvin threw half of himself in bed. I've long been used to seeing him bare-chested like that. How else, pity also if you have to tell him to jump.
“Aleina should have a duplicate key.” Arvin grabbed her hair.
“Contact him, donk. This is my phone just use.”
“Ngak hapal his mobile number.”
“Sosmednya?”
“Ga knows too. I'm not the type of guy who's KEPO.”
“Then why KEPO against me?” I got up and picked up some shirts that I felt were quite big.
“If it's different.” the grin makes the wrong behavior.
“Basic, try wearing my shirt, Kak.”
“Where is enough?”
“Tried aja. This is XL. I used to buy him big.”
With doubt Arvin received a pink t-shirt with a picture of a kitten. He tried to wear it, and I laughed as I looked at him.
“Haha haha haha...,” well until there is water coming out of the corner of my eye because it is amused.
The shirt looks very tight on Arvin's burly body. Just imagine, the tight muscles make the image of the face of a kitten look no longer cute. The shirt could not close up to his stomach, making it look like he was wearing a crop top model clothes.
“Better than no.” Arvin laughed, this guy is crazy. His brain starts not center most times overtime.
After a satisfied laugh I rushed to the pantry and picked up some groceries in the refrigerator.
“You can cook?”
“Bisalah, but just simple.”
“What cooking?”
“Purp, do you want?”
“Bby, I'll try my future wife's cooking.” Arvin sat in front of the pantry table.
“Who, who is your future wife?” I tried to clarify his words just now. Who knows if I heard wrong.
“Calilla. Her name is Kalila.” smile Arvin.
“Don't be crazy, Brother,”
“Who is crazy?”
I feel my face hot, the hot steam of the congee stew makes it hotter. I switched to cutting vegetables and also frying omelet as a porridge complement.
“There can I help you with?” asked Arvin, he stood beside me, his appearance could not help but make me laugh.
“Why laugh again?!”
“You're funny, Brother.” I laughed until I crouched down.
“Ledek aja I keep going!!” Arvin replied to me, he tickled my stomach.
The sound of the porridge overflow stopped its action. I hurried up and stirred the porridge so as not to overflow. But hot steam hurts my hand, “auch..!”.
“Draws!” Arvin rushed my hand with cold water.
“Why not be careful, anyway?”
“Sorry,” hlo I even apologize Arvin?
“You just sit down, let me stir it.” Arvin took the spatula from my hand.
I'm according to, sitting at the pantry table. Staring at his wide back finished my cooking. Arvin painstakingly stirred the porridge and sauteed the vegetables. Although the outfit - it looks funny and adorable, but it is undeniable that he is so handsome.
“Please, Princess. Try the dishes of your despicable servant.” after berhyperbolla, Arvin put a bowl of porridge complete with vegetables and omelet.
“Wah, great. I thought I'd be a chariot, my god”.
“Try first, I'm not sure what it's like.” Arvin released his apron.
“Enak, kok,” praise me after eating a mouthful of porridge.
“Really?! Thank goodness you like.” Arvin stroked my hair. Again, this warmth is again felt.
I lowered my head to hide my face, refocused on eating Arvin's porridge. Arvin also just smiled and started his breakfast. I don't know why it feels so strange, as if I miss this togetherness. We really are like family, right? Laughing and joking at the dinner table.
“My mom always cooks breakfast for us every morning.” Arvin sounds.
“Wah, great,” praise me, not all rich women want to do that. They have waiters and cooks, of course.
“I used to think it was boring and annoying. Given the cuisine that Mama cook just spinning it-that's it.” said Arvin.
I listened to her story, “lalu?”
“But Papa loved it so much. She loves to see her mother prepare breakfast for her husband and children. And..,”
“Dan?” I raised my eyebrows waiting for the continuation.
“And now I know why?” Arvin looked at me with a sweet smile.
Oh, dearGod. I'm melting.
Nah! Why is her speech so sweet? And her smile always managed to make me blush in shame.
Oh, my goodness, Kalla, wake up.
Arvin approached me, holding his body with both hands on the seat of my chair. His hands feel warm when touching the skin of the thighs. He turned my chair so we could face each other. Look in silence. I took out a tablespoon to hide the awkwardness.
“I love you, Baby. I'm serious.”
Arvin took a spoon from my hand and kissed my lips. Tight and deep. Again my heart was pounding.
— MUSE S2 —
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