Named Revenge
15

"No."

The rise of Tarana from his stool triggered Bian's curiosity to rise. Dilated, and spilled. "Why not? If you ask me to show you my office, I'm not in trouble either."

Just ... don't want to. None of his office friends Tarana invited to the wedding. More precisely, since the marriage was impromptu, Tarana did not think about it until there.

Then, how would his friends respond if they knew Tarana was suddenly married? Oh, nuts. The flippant reaction of his eleven-twelve friends to Tarana was unimaginable. "No is no, Bian."

"Wait." Two steps forward, Bian had already intercepted Tarana's swift move. "So, you mean, you don't care if you don't know my position?"

"Yes, what good do I know? I'm not a curious person who would want to stop by carelessly either." Tarana frowned in wonder. Why is he so pushy? "You want to know, why should I be urged to know too?"

"If anything happens to you-"

"Clamorize me?" cut the windy Tarana. "I'm not a child. I am twenty-five, and I have the right to decide what I want and what I don't. Including my workplace. I thought you understood it right there."

"And I'm four two, Tarana. You should have obeyed"

Ah, fuck. Tarana breezed freely towards the exit. His watch is pointing at seven now. In less than an hour, Tarana had to get to his office. It was enough that these two legs were moving now. "I go first."

"Don't want me to drop off, will you?" persuade Bian to bother. "Tar's? The tarana? Ride the car more flat, Tar. You walk there?"

However, it seems that not a single persuasion was able to attract Tarana. Leaving behind, leaving Bian with his head held between them.

The non-typical Bian chasing grinds his head short. Why himself? Why is he so curious about the little things?

All this is driving him crazy.

***

"You're taking your leave, Tar?"

Tarana throws her lazy shoulder bag onto the table. Presumably, keringling without intending to reply to the speech of a close friend who was punching his arm was upset.

If not in the 'lazy move' mode, the hand might have been twisted backwards. "Well, it's your lucky day, Lan."

"Their soup is still a dick as well." Rallan chuckled sweetly, while putting down the cup of tea he brewed early this morning. "Let's go faster, Tar. Your face masem really, where's dried all over again."

"Liat-liat lo," cetus Tarana fierce. "Which tissue."

A box of tissue is delivered immediately by Rallan, a close friend of Tarana. "Who's done what, Tar? It's messy."

"My foot," Tarana's whistle stuffed her sweat in the tissue of the faithful man beside her. Not moving until the time of entry. Just like he did during their four years of friendship. "Surge lo. Chopstick."

"Don't, ngusir." Rallan thought of it as a short joke, which he met with laughter. "But seriously, Tar. Lo on leave for what, anyway? No news, I chat not bales, Claire chat also not bales. Very lost. Are you tired of being a journalist?"

Activity relieves the throat of Tarana paused to hiss reply to Rallan kepo questions. "That's noisy. I take a day off to rest, then. Why am I still thinking about the office?"

"Heh, this office guy temen lo, yeah." Out of nowhere, Claire can come join the feud between Tarana and Rallan. "No, not usually, Tar. I'm the same Rallan panicked half dead, you know? Dateng to apart lo also you don't exist."

Rallan. Also chimed in, "At least bales, Tar. That hp lo still works, I know. On, but not baled. Don't know who lo balesin."

"Again deket same guy, huh, Tar?" claire asked after tidying her bag on the table. "Your profile picture says so."

Neither Claire, nor Rallan, the two men were lyrically glancing at each other. Decided to end it because their superiors had already joined in on the same floor. "okay, Tar. If you need anything, tell me, yes. Don't get the habit of deming yourself."

"Sorrys. My mood is not good anymore," said Tarana reply slowly.

One of the two who turned his body, looking at Tarana for a long time also knew. Tarana is almost never so. Except when someone's tossing his heart.

In conclusion, Tarana was close to a man. In addition to Rallan, is the species that is most avoided.

***

B.

[Later tonight share your location with me. I'll pick you up with Nataya.]

Just as Tarana's finger was preparing to type a reply, apparently Bian was faster to control the situation and conditions to move as he wished.

B.

[Don't refuse. It's our first meal together, as a family, I mean. Unless you want to go home on foot which I know will take your energy and time. Please make a wise decision, Tarana.]

Tarana herself could overshadow the sound that resounded in her ears. Very annoying, commanding, too ....

Deep voice, heavy, a little hoarse, also forced because Tarana know can not argue just by chat alone. It will take a lot of time while the work is not finished.

Damnit.

Tarana chat column is also free. Doesn't contain the answers that should be for Bian. Not wanting, nor refusing.

Though he was tired. His clothes were also shabby, after plunging into the field earlier.

Does Bian want revenge because he didn't tell him where his office is, or his job is?

How curious is Bian about himself? Or even Bian is afraid of being cheated because Bian never did the same thing first?

Another message came in, still from the same contact.

B.

[Don't let Nataya down. He was enthusiastic after I told him.]

Brak!

His palm could not bear to smash him onto the surface of the emotion table. How not? All of this was planned, and arranged by Bian. The man was completely unwilling that Tarana was not there directly.

Even bring Nataya? It was a pity that the sweet child became a curiosity from his father who was unable to take Tarana's heart.

"Tar's? Why, anyway?" Claire was chirping from her front desk. "Conscious of everyone, tuh, Tar. What's the problem again?"

"No," said Tarana, bending her lips. It was already grim, it was more grim his heart. Who can't see the cloud? All can.

All his stuff was packed as fast as lightning. It would be better for him to go first than for everyone to see him along with a foreign man whose prestige is not playful. "Gue first. Sorry." which."