The Passion of the Actor
Season 2 Chapter 8

Sidney's cheeks flushed on both sides. She was so embarrassed that right now Paris was staring at her so intensely. His heart could already be heard by the man.

"Lo. it's..." Nervous speech. His heart could still argue whether Paris' speech was really or just wanted to tease him.

Just about to reply, Scot showed up with his cowboy hat. "Sid, we go to mekdi, yuk."

Spontaneously the two men changed positions. The attitude determines the attitude. "What are you doing?" continued Scot who had caught the closeness of the two people.

Paris did not want to answer, choosing to leave from there. Now Scot's intimidating look is on the only living thing in the room. "Lo explain. You remember the rules, right? Don't let me blacklist ya!"

"What the hell lo, Nyet," said Sidney dodged. He got up from his seat, but Scot immediately encouraged the girl to sit back.

"Obviously I am!"

"That Paris threatened me. Tell him we can't talk to you and Aunt about him fighting again today. If I get to leaking it, he says I'll be tied up in the cherry tree, which is behind the house." Sidney's face made him very miserable and depressed. Scot did not reach the heart, pulled Sidney's hand to stand up and hugged her.

"Duh, pity my buddy. Here," said Scot hugging Sidney. "If I ever find out you're lying, I'm beating you up, Lo!"

***

Tita repeatedly pegs her face and appearance in the mirror. She was afraid that her appearance today was overrated, just because she was going to meet the students' parents.

He's just in case, who knows who came today is not the Parisian parents but his omnya. Uh, what if it's her?

As soon as Dipa's figure entered the room, Tita was like having a heart attack. Nervous to want to faint.

"Good morning, Miss Tita," Sapa Dipa offered her sweetest smile. His face looked even more handsome with a smile that was always expanding on his lips.

"August, Sir. Please sit. Can't Paris' parents attend anymore?"

"If it's me who comes, Miss mind?"

Tita's face was red. Hurriedly immediately shook his head.

The 20-minute discussion felt like a century for Tita. Instead of focusing on Paris, Dipa just corner it with questions leading to personal matters.

"alright. I say goodbye first. I will advise the child. But as I said earlier, it's just a teenage surge, later it will also be realized," he said closing the meeting.

Arriving in the car, Dipa again contacted Paris. "What time did school drop out?"

"Three o'clock in the afternoon, bro. What's wrong?"

"Don't crawl, come home soon!"

***

Dipa's goal is certainly not to worry about Paris, fear of wandering after school, but because it has other goals.

Less than three in the afternoon, Dipa's car was parked in front of the main gate. From there he staked out his prey.

When he saw the person he had been waiting for since he came out, Dipa immediately got out of the car, approached Tita who was of course surprised by Dipa's presence at the school again.

"Back again, what's up?"

"There's something I want to talk about. Come along for a second, yuk."

"Just a minute. Please."

Tita wants to refuse again, but a few pairs of eyes from her students look at them until Tita has no choice but to follow Dipa's will.

In the car, the two human children seemed to run out of words. Shut up until the car turns into one of the cafes in Kemang.

"Why did we come here?" tanya Tita felt bad. What if someone sees them?

"Just a second. We have lunch first, please," Dipa pleaded. He's stiff, not good at approaching a woman. But if there is a woman who approaches her who incidentally does not like her, it is precisely she who will stay away.

Dipa's gentle gaze warmed Tita's heart. He nodded and followed the young man into the cafe.

Many types of food that Dipa ordered, because Tita refused to order, because she had lunch.

"You don't pity me? It's three and a half hours late from lunch, just to wait for you to come home, and get lunch with you." Dipa raised her eyes on Tita who managed to make the girl misbehave.

Back Tita according, finally the steak plate that had been cut first by Dipa he touched. Tita was so touched to see Dipa's attention that she sliced the steak for her before thrusting the plate in front of her.

"Thank you."

"Return the love" said Dipa smiling. "Do you like the food?"

Tita simply nodded, then returned the two silent. Dipa cursed herself who was at a time like this was at a loss for words. "Why is lunch too long? Take care of your health, later you can get a mag," said Tita offset the chat.

"I told you, I'm waiting for you to come home, so I can have lunch together."

"Why did you do that?" Susul Tita's. They have no special relationship, so why wait for him to come home and take him to lunch?

"Because I like you. I don't know how to get close to you, so this is the way I know how to start" Dipa said honestly, even the man said that while looking closely at Tita's face.

"I don't like to joke like that. I hope you don't talk like that anymore" Tita said after a long silence. He needed to take some time to calm himself down before replying to Dipa's words. Didn't the man know that his heart was nearly dislodged from hearing the man's words?

Dipa put down her knife and also her fork. Pushing the chair back, then taking a seat next to Tita.

Supporting his head with his hands until he could casually look at the now reddened beautiful face. "Look, I'm not kidding at all. And it's true, I've liked you since the first time we met. Did I like you wrong. I've been looking for information from Sidney, you're not married, so am I wrong to approach you?"

"Wrong," replied Tita firmly.

"the reason? you have a girlfriend? Do you have a husband candidate? if that's your reason, you need to know I don't care. Before you can legally become another man's wife, then don't expect me to stop approaching you!"

Dipa's voice was firm, there were no lies in her words. It's just that Tita couldn't possibly accept the man's love.

"Tell me, don't you like me?"

Tita shakes. Under Dipa's sharp eyes, let alone to make a sound, to breathe she was difficult.

"really?"

Dipa's face came back closer, the girl did not dodge. Her heart was so disturbing. He should have retreated, away from the man's temptation, but why would his heart want to stay near Dipa?

Tita doesn't want to be a hypocritical woman, she likes Dipa. As with the man, he had liked it since the first time they met, then continued with a short chat on the phone. But what's the point of all that if they can't be together?