We Are Together
Twenty seven

After Keysa returned to his room, he walked casually to the dresser, before he returned to his queen-size bed, first putting skincare on his face. Wearing skincare is a routine Keysa every night that he often does.

He picked up two best-seller novels on his bookshelf. The book is a novel that he borrowed from the library. "This is what is this, huh?" Keysa asked himself—took his choice for a while, his forehead frowning—sign he was confused.

A few seconds later Keysa pulled both corners of her lips, "Eum, this one is all!" Disconnect, then he returned the novel in his left hand again on the bookshelf.

He breathed deeply, inhaling his favorite vanilla-scented room freshener that could make him happy. Keysa crawled up on his queen-size mattress, he leaned his back on the head of his bed, his legs were straightened out, then pulled the thick blanket up to the thigh.

His hands stretched out to pick up the book he had originally placed on the nightstand, he began to open the sheet of the novel. The night was quiet, quiet, and empty.

Padded mattresses, spicy potato chip setoples and a cup of hot coffee lattes, to a best-seller novel book is the perfect combination to spend this quiet, lonely night out. Keysa occasionally put spicy potato chips in his mouth. Focusing on the reading, Keysa let his hot coffee latte cool down.

Keysa suddenly laughed loudly, why all novels in the romantic genre must have a third person? Ah, yes, Keysa had once searched the question to Google, he said if there were no third person the story would not be exciting and certainly the story became flat like a wall, maybe?

But if the actor has appeared, Keysa must be very nervous and the innate wants to anger himself like a madman, he also feels like inviting the third person to just smite.

Keysa grumbled again. "For the actor from earlier I became angry is not clear, the result is that now my throat feels dry,"

Putting the novel next to his thigh, he grabbed a cup of coffee latte that had been cold because of the coffee latte was left open. Keysa closed his eyes while sipping the coffee. Somehow even though his coffee is cold but it still feels the same—, it is still delicious.

Putting back the coffee cup that was still half left, he put the spicy potato chips back in his mouth. Keysa sighed harshly. "Eum, why am I not fat? Though I would like to eat a lot, I also every day flinching constantly," he muttered softly as he tapped his cheek with his pointy finger, he was astonished of course.

Keysa sniffed his shoulders indifferently. "Ah, I don't know!"

Keysa returned to take his novel, then he continued to read that had been delayed. "Gue hates your cake boy" Keysa commented, his eyes glazed over, but his gaze could not be separated from the novel he was holding.

Why does Keysa feel like crying?

Her tears could not be weathered anymore, as a result her tears just fell from her eyes. Yep, yeah, she was crying because she had imagined what it was like to be a girl character in the novel she was reading—which was suddenly the female lead in the novel she was reading was cut off unilaterally by her boy character—because his character prefers to be with a third person than his own girlfriend. Keysa did not think anymore with the character of the guy, why would the character of the guy prefer a third person than his own girlfriend, huh?

'It must have hurt to be that girl. Ah, maybe it really hurts?'

Keysa's phone shook on the nightstand, Keysa put the book again, he wiped his tears slowly falling to the cheek. His hands stretched out to pick up the phone, Keysa's eyes narrowed when he found a chat from a new number, which he did not know at all.

^^Keysa: Who?^^^

Keysa's eyes immediately glared in disbelief as he read the chat from the number owner. "It's me who was punished this morning with lo, Key."

Ah, Keysa already knows, the new number belongs to Darel Arsenio. One minute ago Keysa did not budge at all, she bit her lip.

"Darel got my number from who?"

Ah, I asked directly than I became a kepo kayak gini.

Five seconds later Keysa's phone was back on fire.

Darel: Miss your number on my twin phone

^^Keysa: Huh basic!^^^

Darel: Key, I want it, okay? But don't be angry, do you?

^^Keysa: Yes, nanya aja gpp.^^^

Darel: What morning is the mallem, Key?

Narrated: Malem too, Key.

^^Keysa: Ih, what the hell?!^^^

Darel: You're pretty to know, but baby

^^Keysa: Honey why?^^^

Darel: Gpp darling

^^Keysa: Anjirlah got prank again I^^^

Darel: Don't be angry? her beautiful ntar is gone

Read.

Keysa laughed when chatting with Darel, why did he become entertained by the chat Darel that he thought was funny, or even very funny?

Keysa's heart immediately warmed up again, chat with Darel was able to make his mood good again, even if only with chatter that he thinks dimeh? Although it was a dime but it could make Keysa laugh wide.

*

Keysa who currently uses a white tank top and hot pants jeans dark blue is sleeping on his back on his queen-size mattress, both of his palms were used to hold his phone parallel to his slim stomach, his eyes were not separated from the phone's glass screen, he occasionally blinked his eyes.

Sherly's fingers move over the rectangular screen of her phone. Sometimes his fingers do not move when his mind is busy with the words he will send to the girlfriend who is across there.

Sherly: Babe, what are you?

Sherly: Did you eat the balloons?

Sherly: Babe, surely you're drawing again, huh? That's why my chat wasn't baled

Sherly: Babe, answer dong!

Sherly: Yaudah, I'm going to your house right now!

Sherly grumbled with a slack when she saw dozens of WhatsApp chats that did not go bales by Darel. Only a gray tick is listed next to the chat. He threw the origin of his phone to the side of his body, then he rubbed his face violently.

Sherly is a typical person who is very curious, the thing that makes him curious must always be he finds out everything. Yes, like this, he was very curious because dozens of his chat was not reciprocated by his own girlfriend.

Sherly breathed out violently, then she laughed incisively, laughing at herself. Why is he so stupid that he always chases after Darel who clearly does not like him at all and never considers him as his own girlfriend. It's very sad, isn't it?

But Sherly doesn't care what the guy who says he's stupid or even stupid? He was already in love with Darel, because for him forgetting it was not as easy as returning a hand.

Is this what is called love?

Sherly glanced briefly at the plain white wall clock, the clock showing half three in the afternoon. Sherly lowered her legs on the floor, then she swung her legs towards the large elegant white cupboard, her right hand outstretched to open the closet.

Sherly swept a glance at her own clothes, so many clothes, she became confused herself, a second later her eyes caught a maroon-red knitting cardigan. He smiled and grabbed the cardigan and put it on immediately. White tank tops, dark blue hot pants, and maroon red cardigans are the perfect combination.

Before going to Darel's house, Sherly first goes to the dressing table, she rubs her lips with her expensive lipstick. He reflected in front of his glass, looking at himself. Both corners of her lips were raised upwards, making a sweet-looking arch. Yes, he smiled as he tidied his long hair beautifully on his back. Sherly was very satisfied when she felt that her appearance was perfect enough.