Rashi & Its Bucins
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...“Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.”...

...♔...

If Candra says, fantasizing is okay. Because in addition to free, it also gives happiness for yourself. Like him now, sitting in a henchman looking at Rashi struggling kitchen here and there.

From the back, side, front, top, she looks like a woman who is ready to be married to release dopamine lawfully through the blessing of the universe.

It's hard if it's beautiful.

Smile among the sounds of equipment used. Starting from the sound of a knife hitting the surface of the table when he cut vegetables, the sound of a pot being opened, boiling water, the refrigerator being opened, running water; all bring Candra to the delusion of what if later they were together.

It's weird for Candra.

Very quaint.

He never wanted to think too much about women. Maybe Sara and everybody were right, that he was nothing more than a jerk.

For Candra, women are only fresh when used once. Second let alone third it feels boring and I don't know, it shouldn't happen.

But Rashi is too hard to resist, let alone imagine as a disposable tissue.

Candra snorted as her head grew more creative thinking they would continue to have breakfast together, have dinner together, then chat about their daily problems to share their experiences.

What a beautiful fantasy, it seems.

"Rashi." Now Candra's conscious. Calling his name is very convenient.

His eyes did not want to go away, his lips were happy to smile for him, when his heart was busy whispering inside.

He fell in love, no doubt.

"Hmmmm?" Though muttering, but sound comfortable to the soul.

"Lo no more contact with Jenardi?"

"Mas Jenar? Why why?"

Because Jenar is divorced from his wife.

It couldn't be helped when Candra instantly felt a rival's Jenar. Not that he hates his cousin all of a sudden, but Candra thinks about it. If Rashi is this pretty and Jenar doesn't have a handler, he could be back, right?

Especially if it's true they didn't become together because of Rashi's age.

"What kind of guy you like, anyway?"

Rashi laughed. "You trying to adjust, yeah?"

His attitude transmitted peace to Candra. "hey are. Why else would I have a crush on you if I didn't feel baled?"

"Hmmmmm, type, yeah?" Rashi is still cool cooking even though his voice is attentive to Candra.

The more and more Candra dear. It didn't even take him a day to be willing to die from the woman Rashi.

Ssshhh, the danger is painful.

"Definition of type is like what it used to be, Cand. If you mean, the type of guy who could be my girlfriend, for example, I'm not a matokin type."

"Why?"

"Boys will be boys, I think. All guys are the same. In a sense, in general, they're all guys. There is nothing of themselves that different to be compartmentalized and separated. But, that does not mean that one bad guy means all bad guys. That's not what I meant. I mean, you guys are the same hypothalamus. The corpus colosum is the same. Anatomically the same. And what is different is that you are just a character, most of the characters are also instinctive. Whether you're a cholecerist, a sanguine, a plegmatic, a melancholy, it's the same thing, because all of that also includes the character."

"...."

"But" Rashi glimpsed, "if you're talking about the kind of guy I want, different, Cand. The point is that I think it's ideal to have, well, but that doesn't mean it should ...."

Candra put the ear.

"Don't laugh, dad."

"No. What's?" Candra will try to be ideal for him so that Rashi does not need anyone else.

"Because it's ideal, I'm outspoken. I like handsome guys. Very handsome, until squirming he was never bored."

Candra too, likes pretty girls. Rashi.

"But I don't like guys that interact with a lot of people, especially girls. I like mature guys, who are not emotional and wise to solve problems, but I also want the guy to be right, especially if the same is me. I like the pinter guy. Pinter really, far above me, because I like the talk of people wide insight. I like to be taught. I like disciplined guys, understand him, in a sense, he sports because he knows his body needs it, he eats healthy because he knows his body needs it, he's learning because he knows his brain needs it. He takes care of himself, especially for the things he needs. I also like bossy, charismatic, kind of cool guys, but I don't want him to give that attitude to me. I like loving guys. The soft. Who doesn't talk rudely. Which is not arrogant. The perfect one."

Candra blinked with her mouth slightly open.

Sori, is that a human or a god?

But Candra could not interrupt, because she admitted, Rashi is indeed a goddess class.

Rashi's laughter found him. "That's ideal. So I misahin between the same I can the same type of my ideal. Only if you ask both of them, the guy I want and can be the same me. That must be one. I like guys who keep trying to get better. I can tolerate anything as long as you can. Lo a bit hard, rough, bossy, control freak, whatever that's the ugly nature, I can tolerate, I can handle, but I always hope my guy understands fixing mistakes. Not in technical trouble."

"...."

"For example, he already knows he's wrong from the attitude, he's trying to fix it. And I can't at most be the same guy who says 'accept me for who I am'. Because I've never been what I was in front of anyone, anyone."

"...."

"For example, I don't like children. I don't like being a kid, in the spoiled sense, like Sara yang—not insulting well, because it's her nature; I can't lose it like Sara. But in front of Rasya, I'm trying to be Sara. Because I know, my brother likes it. He was calm the same. He felt he was useful, more meaningful, more I andelin, if I was spoiled, helpless ahead of him. So in front of Rasya, even if I don't like it, I'll talk like a child, call him Papa using unyu voice, kayak way playful in the clouds, because his brain matches the same. I don't think I'm pretending to be someone else. I try to be the best for him, because he also tries to be the best for me. That concept will always happen in my life, including for guys."

Candra pensive. Want to not think about Rashi's words about accepting what is.

He's correct.

Where anyone accepts what is.

People will be fed up and fed up the longer one unfavorable act continues to be done. The question is, is Candra good enough for Rashi?

That question brings a feeling of tightness in Candra. It was too crowded to say anything when Rashi left his cooking because Yatha shouted from above. Candra's mouth was locked tightly as her brain kept thinking something about it.

Rashi likes guys who know how to fix mistakes.

Fixing error.

He's not saying he likes guys who don't get it wrong, but fix the mistakes.

What if Candra can't?

As usual, he'll rest when he meets Candra.

As if Candra had no services. "Passenger eat. Say thank you to me I've taken care of your house."

Rasya snorted as he put his bag onto the table. "There is more danger." Then he stared at the finished yet unorganized cuisine, looking up at the second floor. "Where am I?"

"Snurvy!"

"That's a metaphor. Let you know how expensive it can make you rich."

"Tai lo."

Rasya sneered. Go open the fridge to get the ice water out and sit on the sofa chair that is right behind Candra's back.

Thought Candra, she would just shut up, because why look for a storm after work? But as it turned out, Rasya gave him a stark question.

"Udah ngebucin aja lo sama Rashi?"

Just one word can Candra get out. "Huh?"

"Willness, Monkey. Pretend to be honorable again."

Masa, anyway?!

"Since when do you want to be mulu, until Uma same Sara curhatin lo again, lo mulu, suddenly kemambet jin continue to want to be my daughter? My eyes are not blind. Adek I said cute already including insulting."

Gee. This creature is also arrogant.

Candra was confused about what to do to just curse, not wanting to look at Rasya.

Of course, Rasya was not finished. "Gue is not your problem with Rashi. Fortunately, it is also the same. Macem-macem can I gasak directly."

"So blessing, huh?"

"But lo, Monkey," Rasya looked lazily, "it's nolep, there's no hope, not very saucy, money does not have, gurgle in the room. Do you think you pantes dapetin Rashi? Circumcise it there."

Candra's faded smile changed swearing more roughly. Campit emang Rasya.

"Yes, if you want me, pass cumlaude first is minimal. Oh, don't think macarin Rashi can. The will is clear. Marriages. So you're mending started living before I give you the blessing of a more humane guy." Rasya looked satisfied as he moved towards his room. "Coreover, ganbatte. Tomorrow if I see you, bow down seven times."

Candra snorts. Allowed Rasya to leave without retaliating anything. Although all Rasya's jerk-offs were bad, there was one that stabbed Candra the most.

Do you think you pantes dapetin Rashi?

The talk turned more serious than what Rasya wanted.

Rashi likes guys who want to fix mistakes. While Candra couldn't even fix anything anymore.

Thas right.

Indeed, people like Candra, this magical Candra Wasa, deserve an angel like Rashi?

He doesn't even deserve to live.

...*...

"Are you sure you want school?"

Rashi rubbed Rasya's arm to calm her down before getting out of the car tomorrow, in the same place. Her fever rose last night until Rasya was difficult to persuade so as not to force her to see a doctor.

There was nothing Rashi needed in the hospital, as he already had medicine, and the pain was due to the surgery wound.

"Hey." Rasya got out of the car to grab Yatha. Hand over the chocolate that Candra bought for her to the boy. "You take care of Rashi. Guys, right? If a guy means being able to keep the mandate. I'll go home and buy lots of candy. Don't ask to be carried first. Rashi is sick. Understood?"

Being given chocolate, Yatha nodded. Saying a promise he won't be naughty or troublesome, until Rasya can leave them.

The boy raised his chocolate, showing Rashi happily. "Mom, Mama, Yatha can have some chocolate?"

"Eat it clean, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Now Yatha to the playgroup first. Come on." Come on."

They are again and again a spectacle of people. It is still too foreign to see students coming with small children who have nothing to do with school. Not everyone was cynical, as some of them, especially the girls, clucked anxiously at the sight of Yatha blabbering beside Rashi.

His name was a four-five-year-old new kid, he was still too funny to pass up.

Rashi walked slightly down, giving Yatha attention at once as her hand was dragged away. It caused him not to focus on anything in front of him, until he hit something quite hard.

"www!" The voice of the female screeches on Rashi.

Spontaneously, he blinked in panic. "Sori, you're not pa-pa?"

"What about pa-pa?! You hit people and it's not pa-pa?!"

Rashi was silent for a moment.

Not that Rashi did not know that this person was deliberately standing there for them to collide. And this negative reaction .... "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"Mama."

He shook his head, asking Yatha to shut up first.

Obviously this girl was willing to ask him to a fight, because she was getting cynical at hearing Yatha's call. At first glance, Rashi read the sign on his chest, almost the release elus chest found there inscribed 'Riska Wulandari'.

"Sorry to solve the problem?"

Indeed what's the problem? He wasn't even hurt.

"Sori. You have bales rights if you want. Tell me what I have to do."

Rashi's low attitude, made him lift his chin. Feel superior. "So here you are, Rashi Anuja," he said with a full impression of scorn. He looked down at Yatha who Rashi pulled directly behind him. "In the name of God, I can't believe you. How can you bring your illegal child to school? Don't you think it's embarrasing?"

Okay, this is a war flag.

...*...