Princess Endut
131. Flavored
Over seven hours Ken and Weva sat waiting for the bike to be repaired. I don't know how many rants Ken had spent on Weva who was only able to fall silent while looking down. Weva knew he was wrong this time and Weva could only accept.
To be honest, he did not admit one hundred percent of this was his fault. The one who invites to learn to carry a motorcycle is Ken not Weva. Weva actually wanted to protest but it looks like Ken's dented bike is sad enough.
Now the clock has shown at seven past thirteen minutes where Ken returned to ride his Vespa motorbike which has returned to its original shape although not as smooth as Ken hoped.
Ken put on his helmet and turned to look at the silent Weva in the chair with his guilty face. Weva never moved again. It seemed like he had frozen after getting spray from her.
"Here!"
Weva glanced for a moment and bowed back until he shook his head.
"This is not lo!" Show it in a threatening tone.
Weva cut her lips and stepped in while hugging the hellokitty bag and the black helmet that was still attached to her head.
"Why is your face like that."
There's no answer. Weva shook her head again.
"Keep if not why-why why your face like that?"
"No."
Ken complained long. He looked around the workshop and looked back at Weva.
"Good!" break up Ken who then went up to the top of the motorcycle seat and then turned on the motor.
The motor was on producing a sound that made no difference during the single accident.
Ken who realized there was no burden on his motorbike immediately turned to look at Weva who was still hugging the small hellokitty bag.
"Why not go up?"
Weva. He was like a mute man who was not good at talking.
"Gue told you to go up. Why don't you go up?"
"Later the bike was broken again" Weva replied, finally speaking.
"No, Cepetan's up!"
Weva took a long breath. His pouting lips carried him with a sense of forced to ride a Vespa motorbike.
Ken looked back to the front after Weva sat behind him. Some time Ken focused forward he turned his head to look at Weva who seemed to be quietly bowed.
"Lo's going to fall?"
Hearing the question made Weva look up at Ken's handsome face.
"Did?"
"Hold it!"
Weva shifted her eyes.
"No, Weva is not"
Weva's speech came to a halt as Ken held and pulled his hands together and wrapped them around Ken's waist.
Weva's breath was restrained in her chest. It's hard to breathe like this. Ken glances.
"E-don't."
"Why are you kayaking that?"
"No? Wh-what-what the fuck, anyway? Weva is okay."
Ken smiled mischievously.
"Ah, I know. You must be a baper, if you think gini. Yeah, right."
"Did, a-a-paan, the Weva people don't baper, really."
"Rare you sure you're a baper?"
"Yes yes. Who is baper?"
Ken nodded slowly at the sign of understanding.
"Review lo, yes if it reaches baper! If you're really a baper, I don't want responsibility!"
Weva stared at the gap.
"What, anyway? So forced. Weva's people have told me that Weva is not baper."
Ken sneered. He turned his back to Weva and Ken glanced at the hand of Weva that was coiled in his stomach.
Ken smiled knot. Ken doesn't know why he can smile like this, but Ken feels good.
The motorbike was traveling at medium speed through paved roads that were lined with street lights and skyscraper buildings that shone beautifully.
For the first time in her lifetime, Weva took to the streets on a motorbike at night. It feels so different. The night wind was so sweeping plus a soft caress as if pampering every inch of Weva's facial skin.
Weva's smile was created and closed his eyes and involuntarily hugged Ken from behind while leaning his cheek behind Ken's warm back.
Weva was also involuntarily made to smile. He doesn't know why he likes to be behind Ken's back.
Is like this what people out there feel when chatting with people he likes. Unfortunately the person who is there now is not Brilyan but Ken.
...~~~...
For you who I'm hugging right now.
It feels really weird, really it's really weird.
I don't know why this is happening, but you need to know that I feel a feeling I've never felt for anyone. I feel comfortable.
This feeling slowly emerged without me asking and stirred in my heart.
But, unfortunately I am with you not because I want to settle down with you, but I am fighting for a man who does not seem to expect me to fight.
If, I could be another figure maybe I'd chase you instead of chasing him.
...~~~...
Ken who realized Weva was bottomed behind him subconsciously smiled faintly. I don't know why it feels so comfortable like this. Ken who likes to be angry is now confused by the feelings of his heart. His angry attitude even disappeared.
What's the matter?
What happened to her?