The Fake Couple
A promise is a promise.

Kinanti had just finished arranging the room and the valentine gifts for Vania in a Herlin apartment unit, at the boss' request. Then take a picture and send it to Herlin as a report if the task is done. But Herlin suddenly wanted to move his show in the hotel alone.

"Kinant. I changed my mind. I'm going to propose to Vania tonight, she turns out to be my type. Prepare a special dinner and a beautiful ring. It's the same size as you" Herlin said at will.

Kinanti patted the jidat. All of a sudden? With this little time? But Kinanti refused without trying first. There is a will, there is a way.

Kinanti called a five-star hotel for a reservation. Then glide there with his troublesome items. After checking in and receiving an access card from the hotel, Kinanti ran around to the room. Deftly arrange all the gifts for Vania while intermittently checking her watch. He doesn't have much time left.

After arranging all the gifts and all the trinkets, Kinanti left the room and immediately ordered an ojek online. He thought he would be bothered if he had to drive a facility car from Herlin which he parked at the hotel earlier. Kinanti is time-hunted, she must reach the nearest Mall immediately to get the ring.

"I need an engagement ring. Not the classic model. It's the size" Kinanti said without further ado to a store staff as she stretched out her finger to measure. When the staff offered her a few model options, Kinanti did not turn her head because she was busy with her phone but she replied.

"Anything, the important thing is not the classic model."

Kinanti called while waiting for her order ring to be prepared, she was busy ascertaining whether the order of the bouquet and dinner menu for Herlin and Vania were really ready. And only able to breathe a sigh of relief after hearing that everything was done.

After paying and receiving her ring, Kinanti ran around to the stop, where her online order was waiting.

"Yuk, sir, please hurry," he said after sitting on the splat. The motor began to run but only a few meters walk, suddenly the motor broke down. Meanwhile, at the same time, Herlin had been chatty about calling, asking for the readiness of his ring.

"Ready, Om. On the way." Kinanti answered while looking around, looking for alternative vehicles. It was at that moment that a motor that was passing in front of him suddenly stopped.

The motorist opened the helmet.

"Win' high?" reproofing.

Kinanti was surprised to recognize the face behind the helmet glass.

"Cream?" Instantly Kinanti glanced at the empty sledgehammer.

"Cream, coincidence! Please .. Anterin me" then Kinanti mentioned the name of a hotel.

"I'm in a hurry, please!"

"Wait for what else? Up!" bring Ikram.

"Buruan, Ikram!" Kinanti patted Ikram's back after sitting on his bonbar.

"Handle, Kinan!" said Ikram before pressing the motor.

Kinanti held the end of the Ikram jacket tightly, aware that this man was married. Keep as much distance as possible. But the position of his stump that is on his back makes his body very easy to sag forward. Then his chest hit Ikram's back as the bike braked at the red light. Instantly Kinanti was spanked nervously.

"Ups. Sorry, Scram! Not intentionally."

However, Ikram did not reply.

Kinanti did not know if the man's heart was also being spanked by the same nervousness. Ikram memory was thrown into the High School, when he used to often piggyback Kinanti like this. The difference this time, Kinanti's arm did not circle her stomach and Kinanti's body no longer stuck warmly on her back like it used to.

"Kinanti, tight grip," said Ikram as he pulled both of Kinanti's hands around her waist as before. Then Ikram stiffened his motor when the red light had turned green.

Kinanti froze in his residence as long as the motor was speeding. He used to be so chatty that Ikram was speeding like this. And Ikram only laughed whenever Kinanti nagged him. But this time, Kinanti felt awkward to talk as much as she used to.

"Be careful, Ikram!" That's all he can say.

And Kinanti was silent because Ikram answered by gently patting the hand of Kinanti who was encircling her stomach.

"Not the same as Daffin, Kinan? It's valentine's night." Ikram opened the chat when his motorbike was blocked by a red light again at a crossroads.

Kinanti choked to hear the name Daffin mentioned.

"Oh, no. I still work."

Ikram stared at Kinanti through the rearview mirror.

Kinanti nodded and smiled at Ikram through the rearview mirror. For a moment they looked at each other.

"What's up until gini night, Kinan?"

"I'm working as a private personal assistant now. I don't know office hour. Incidentally again there is an impromptu task from the boss to make candlelight dinner with his girlfriend. You're not the same as Amber?"

"Amber again to Korea Aleta and Tita, watch a K-Pop concert."

"Oohs. How come you're not coming? You can enjoy valentines at Namsan Tower or other romantic places there."

Kram chuckles.

"Just like you, Kinan. I also have a job that can't be left."

"Oh, yes. You are now a director. Must be busy." Then Kinanti frowned.

"Eh, why are you still using a motorbike anyway, Ikram? Will he be a director?"

"Absolutely, the director can't ride the bike? you know I'd rather ride a motorcycle anywhere. That habit seems to be laughing until now. I'll take the car if I need to in office hours, so my driver doesn't eat blind pay."

Both of them laughed together.

"Unfortunately Amber doesn't like riding your kayak bike, Kinan. He won't leave if he doesn't get in the car."

"Oh. Amber was in a motorcycle accident during Junior High. Maybe he's still traumatized, Ikram." Kinanti replied without staring at the rearview mirror again. Because since Ikram's gaze did not turn away from the rearview mirror, the man looked at Kinanti almost without blinking.

"Handle, Kinan," Ikram said as the red light turned green.

The cream returns to paving fast. Rippling. Overtaking vehicles for the sake of other vehicles shrewdly. Making Kinanti tighten her grip on the man's waist. Cross the distance between them.

I was relieved as soon as I arrived in front of the main gate of the hotel. Then patted Ikram's shoulder.

"Come down here, Ikram!" her door. Because the special path of the motor is in a different area and must rotate even further. If from here, Kinanti can run so it will be faster to reach the hotel lobby.

"Thank's so right, Ikram. Thankfully, there are you. Well. I unplug it first yes," said Kinanti as she waved her hand.

Quickly open the helmet.

"Wait!" preventably.

The Kinanti step stopped.

"What's wrong?" tanyanya turned around and looked at Ikram who was also looking at her.

"Please, don't block my number anymore" Ikram asked with a plea.

Kinanti blinked worriedly.

"We're friends, Kinan. Why is it like an enemy using blocks of all numbers?"

Kinanti laughed while nodding.

"okay."

"Promise?" Ikram stretched out his little finger.

Kinanti laughed as she linked their little fingers.

"A promise is a promise" he said, letting go of his pinky. Then I waved my hand and ran to the hotel.

Ikram stared at Kinanti's departure until she vanished from the reach of his eyes. Then sighed when the warm gelenyar felt across the chest. There was a sense that felt explosive in his heart. A special feeling that had long been seperating from within him, now suddenly greeted him back. Too bad, he has no right to this taste anymore.