Pink pants
Sweet accident

"We're both tired, and we both have to work tomorrow morning, you also can't sleep here because the sofa is wet, let's sleep with me!" Invite Alya who just made Marcel widen his eyes as wide as possible because he felt disbelief with Alya's invitation to him, he even repeatedly digested and remembered what his ears were not wrong to catch Alya's invitation.

"meaning?" Stuttering Marcel, his shadow and thoughts this time had traveled somewhere imagining he would sleep one bed with Alya, this was really beyond his expectations.

"You mean just sleep in my room, but don't think weird first." Said Alya who seemed to begin to understand what was in Marcel's mind at this time.

"Ah, are you used to having a guy sleep in your room like this?" Suddenly Marcel started with his bad prejudices, the suspicions and bad thoughts he had just conveyed made the atmosphere that would have been perfect to make the atmosphere tense again.

"If you want to sleep in the kitchen, please, sir, but don't accuse others of such recklessness, I can also be offended, yes!" Upset Alya who then went into his room without wanting to continue the conversation with Marcel again whose brain had begun to error again.

Marcel snorted annoyedly, but this time his frustration was precisely aimed at himself who always could not keep his words and emotions sat he was feeling jealous, to be honest, just, when Alya offers him to sleep in his private room, Marcel's mind imagines that Alya is doing that to Rudy, so that his heart was burned with jealousy that made him utter inappropriate words to Alya.

Regretted? Of course the answer is yes, Marcel is very sorry because again he lost his emotions and ego, and again he offended Alya or even hurt him.

Old Marcel was silent, standing in the living room which was now really like a flood victim, with the floor and items wet, the water was still dripping because the rain did not stop, while Alya had already entered into her room with a feeling of annoyance about fifteen minutes ago.

Tiredness and sleepiness is now attacking him, especially now he can only be silent alone without any friends he can talk to.

Finally Marcel ventured to enter Alya's room, after all the owner of the room had offered himself to share a bed with him, so maybe it would not be a problem if he now accepted the offer, he said, although it must be seasoned with drama first.

Marcel looks nervous when he sees Alya who is already lying on his medium-sized bed, still muast for two people, but maybe they will be crammed together, he said, Alya did deliberately buy a mattress with a size that is not too big because he only sleeps alone, for his tiny body, it is very free.

Marcel scanned the entire room space measuring about 4X4 meters, very narrow when compared with the size of his room which may be half the size of Alya's entire house, he said, but the gray room felt warm and comfortable, different from the room that every night always feels lonely, fortunately the room was only made a place to sleep, he spends more time in the office.

Alya wriggled as Marcel tried to shift the young widow's body so that Marcel could lie next to her, his eyes completely drowsy, and his body felt crumpled due to cleaning the items affected by water droplets from the leaking roof.

Nothing happened between the two of them for the night, perhaps because of the tired and sleepy feeling they both felt, so they just fell asleep fast, moreover, the rain also makes the atmosphere make them more sound without doing 'strange' things for a pair of different types of adults who sleep in one bed.

Until the morning arrived, Alya felt his body warm but heavy, his breath felt stuffy but the fragrance that smelled on his nose was so familiar in his sense of smell, he said, Alya tried to distance herself from something like squeezing her body. But how surprised when it turns out he fell asleep in the warm embrace of Marcel who is still closed soundly.

"Awh, what are you doing? Why kick me?" Annoyed Marcel while rubbing his waist that feels pain due to colliding with the edge of the bed and also the floor.

"Why are you so lazy to sleep here hugging me?" Alya widened, she also took a pillow then in her arms tightly to cover her chest which if sleeping does not wear inside, unimaginable means that the chest that only blocked the pajamas overnight stuck to Marcel's chest, how embarrassed Alya is now, he said, although he was completely unaware and did not remember how they could suddenly sleep one bed.

"Hey, are you getting senile? Waking up suddenly with amnesia? first, you told me to sleep in your room last night, and second, please under the italics of bold letters, please, you hugged me even though I tried to get rid of your body to get away from me but you're like a kitten who lost its mother, continuing to drown your body in my body, why am I suddenly the one to blame!" Marcel protest explained and did not accept the revelation Alya who seemed to accuse him of being rude to him, he said, even if Alya knew how Marcel had to resist his maleness when he realized that Alya hugged him tightly, Marcel even poured cold sweat on him, yet he persisted in doing nothing, and tried to stay asleep and ignore it all.

"W-what? My God,, there seems to be a communication miss between us, I do allow you to rest in my room, but--- I will roll out a carpet for you to sleep on the floor, she said, not in this bed with me, since you didn't enter the room last night, I thought you would actually sleep in the kitchen, so I didn't prepare a place for you to sleep, and as for the matter of hugging you--- I don't remember, so I refuse to admit that I hugged you last night." Said Alya stammered when saying the last sentence, he seemed embarrassed if he had to accept the reality if he was the one who hugged Marcel last night.

"Whatever, that's the truth, you hugged me, and it's a matter of sleeping in bed or on the floor, where I know, you took me without telling me where to sleep, besides what matters is that nothing happens between us, right?" Marcel said casually he got up from the floor and was about to go back up on the bed.

"Eh, why go up again?" Panicked Alya who saw Marcel back up on his bed with his leisure.

"It's only half-five in the morning, there's still time to fall, and you don't have to worry, I can take care of myself, what you need to worry about is yourself who seems difficult to control yourself if you are close to me!" Ejek Marcel while pointing towards the wall clock that hangs facing them now.

"Ishh,, come on, get on with your sleep, I don't seem to be sleepy anymore!" Alya said in a hurry to get out of her bed, not because she really did not feel haunting anymore, just how could she fall asleep next to Marcel in this state of consciousness, semlam happened because he did not realize it at all, consider it a sweet accident that occurred.

When Marcel woke up, some cooking was served at the dinner table for breakfast, Marcel smiled bitterly, between happy and sad, happy he could feel and imagine what it would be like if he and Alya were married, maybe it will be this sweet every day, but that makes him sad, because now there is Rudy among him da Alya, and it seems Alya is very happy with the man of his choice, he said, all he needed to do right now was know himself as to who he stood.

Don't you know yourself like this that feels amazing? Still loving but hindered the word impossible.

"why just stand there? I've cooked breakfast for you, let's have breakfast together!" Bring Alya.

Marcel nodded, there was not much they were talking about at breakfast, especially Marcel who was starting to get busy with his phone, no matter who he sent messages to this morning.

"Is your wife and son looking for you? I'm sorry if I've caused trouble for you and your family, "sorry Alya who thought that Marcel was texting Sita.

There is a jealous despair that pinches Alya's heart in between regret and awkwardness now.