Waiting for First Love to Return
Marta and Johan

'Sister, you're really wasting your time in vain.' Marta said in her heart. Exhaling a rough breath found this reality.

"Why are you?" Johan asked confused, and followed looking at the door that was now stretched out. He's already out.

Marta remained silent. Fun with his own thinking, forgetting the purpose of coming to let go of longing. Because it comes welcomed the presence of the most avoided person, as well as anticipated. Ah, I don't know.

Until Johan stepped towards the door that Marta still sees occasionally. Close the open door, even without locking it. He caught Marta's gaze that often saw the door meant being interrupted with the door open.

cup.

One kiss landed on Marta's cheek.

Plaque.

One slap of Marta's reflexes was awarded in return.

"Waws. It's so bad to be a girl." Johan's complaint holds his cheek slightly hot hit by a hard slap from the lover.

"Ah, sorry. I accidentally did, reflex. Nagian mas nyosor. We have agreed to a halal relationship. Without a hug, what else to kiss." Marta protested and felt guilty seeing the grimacing face of her lover in pain. And touch the hand of Johan who holds the cheek to see the results of his actions.

"Udah. Not papa." Slipping Marta's hand. "Somely since when is there halal dating? I just heard it." Johan muttered, mumbling, still rubbing his cheek.

"Yes already. Don't go out." Ketus Marta Ketus who heard the muttering of Johan. Melengos.

"Everyone learns diligently so that graduation is quick. Let the spit can be halal dating." He said with his eyes twitching spoiled.

"Nwgk. I was young then. Not wanting to get married quickly." Understand the direction of speaking Johan.

"Yes whatever. Find someone who's ready for it." Said Johan santay by raising his right leg and focusing on the left leg, which made Marta glare unacceptable.

"Eh, what the hell were you? How surprised to come here? Is there something strange?" Reminds me of the initial question. Seeing Marta who was still complaining.

"Owh, that's yes." Marta's face changed, confused about how to explain it. Scratching your head without itching, looking for an excuse. Think on.

"That's what?" Urge Johan to pay attention to Marta's behavior that stores anxiety. Something is covered. Johan raised his eyebrows in wonder at Marta's lack of strength. Something is strange.

"Y-yes, surprised. " Swaying, confused. "Shocked, for coming around to be greeted by the throwing of a pen." Martha answered reasoned. Finding the best idea as a shield.

"Oh yeah? Didn't you come before the pen was thrown? Cousin mas wouldn't throw a pen without his cause. "

"Huh? Just nggk. I just came. "The answer is convincing with the movement of the hands in front of the chest. But he himself doubted.

"Really?" Seemed in disbelief. " Or are you also fascinated at first sight with him?" Suspiciousness.

Huh What? Why could he think like that? Is that impossible to know? Although it is undeniable that he is also handsome. But for whatever reason I don't like.

"Shut up? True means the alleged mas." It's cold mode. Stand from where he sits.

"Nggk. I already have a mas. Love at first sight." Pull Johan's hand to sit back. Johan.

"really? How much do you love at first sight?" Still with the cold voice.

"Mas really. I believe in Marta. Marta dating is just the same. Where did you dare to date? Afraid of the same. Because of my brother's impact on me. No dating." Marta said she was fiery to explain, and assured that she was not interested in the man she said was Johan's cousin. Also persuaded Johan not to get angry.

"Yes, I believe." Answer finally. Even though it seems to be the answer.

"That's dong. It was Johan who made me fall in love." Started to pull out a dreadful seduction.

Silent. Johan did not reply to Marta's words, instead seeing Marta who was cool to pay attention to the entire room. Staring at the woman who was able to change her life. Women are chatty and overactive aka installments that always shadow the eyes.

"This what? Does this put on it?" Pulling a long pasmina hijab now tied around Marta's waist. Changed function to belt on his shirt.

"Hehehe. Sorry, it was so hot on the road, so hot so I got off. Angkot can not wait. The walk know I'm here? Tired." Move the body and turn it right and left to reduce soreness.

"Ih. Don't like me coming here? I miss knowing. What do I miss about me? Or is there something else? Who is ready." Whipping, sulking. Pressing at the end of the sentence.

"Udah don't have to sulk. Sana dipakes." Pulling back the out-of-place headscarf.

"Later on. There's no one here." Breathe her hijab, but instead dikampung on the boat, take a mobile phone that continues to vibrate, surely from the group chat room that began to crowded.

"What do you think you're not?"

"There, take a shower. Smells tau." His orders and pulls and pushes Marta to the bathroom. Then he himself walked out of the room.

Sebel. On the back of a hot walk to meet a girlfriend. Uh even diginin. Instead of being flattered, loved, prepared to eat or drink cake. Huh, huck. Grumbling in the heart.

"Nggk need to rumble. " Johan's voice was running behind him.

Uh, does he have a sixth sense what? How can you know?

"Where are you going?"

"It must have been tired, right? Want to eat or drink?" Offer before actually leaving the room.

"Can."

"You what?" Stop for a moment, turning around to see Marta who was already in the bathroom with the door half open. Not closed because asked again.

"Whatever, that's as special as."

"OKAY. Must've been pretty and fragrant by the time I got back." Give a warning, and go close the door. I forgot to lock the door from the outside.

Martha came out of the bathroom again. Picked up a single stel shirt from the suitcase that had been dragged earlier. And take her to the bathroom. Shaking the body with warm water. Washing and rubbing sticky body due to sweat.

Getting out of the bathroom was Johan with two plates of food in front of him. Plus two large glasses of melon juice.

"Mas." Call Marta to Johan who is sitting on a sofa with eyes looking at the screen of his laptop.

"Yes. " Cutting your head to see your boyfriend. "Why?"

Frowning saw Marta who was rubbing her hair with a towel. Wagging his wet hair. Which made him swallow. His name is a normal guy, surely tempted, right?

"You want to flirt with me?" His words were sharp with eyes that already harbored passion.

"Tempting what? Wet hair. Don't you have a hairdryer here?" Ask Marta lirih. Careful.

Strange you're Marta. Is this at home for a hair dryer? maki Marta on herself.

Johan walked closer with unblinking eyes, which made Marta goosebumps and afraid, He retreated to keep a distance from the reach of Johan , until now it has stuck on the wall. But Johan was still approaching.

"Why would you like to do something?" He was nervous with his breath going up and down. Vigilant.

Johan got closer, making Marta reflex to close her eyes. Johan's warm breath hit his face. Made Marta hold her breath.

"Square." The door opened, right next to Marta. Made Marta open her eyes again and glanced at the direction of the voice. Marta still did not dare to move even a little, even just looking. Returning to lower his gaze when he realized Johan was still right near him. Even his nose was only two cent away from his face. Seemed his jakun up and down in rhythm with his breath.

______

Happy reading. 🙏🤗

Don't forget to leave a trace.

Like, comment, and gift. Didn't forget the vote, too?..

🤗🤗