Call Me Isha

Call Me Isha
25. Blushing


"This is the money!!" Arga left the money on the table while standing.


Without aba, Arga's hand gripped this wrist tightly and then led me to get out of the tent where the meal was.


Our hand links took center stage, inwardly like there was a strange rumble that could make both cheeks heat up.


Everything that I experienced was too beautiful for a reality yet, I was also not a hypocrite if I wanted to.


"You don't miss me and our childhood?" tanyanya while looking at me who still looked down nervously.


"Think feels when the time goes short, the feeling we used to still play together, sleep together and even take a shower together. Yes Sha?"


Hearing that seductive sentence, I kept elbowing her stomach which made Arga laugh out.


"So serious about kangen?"


"Kangen but not the bobo let alone take a bath together."


"You're funny."


"Newly aware?"


"That too,"


The night that was not too late, the complex of the house I lived in was not too quiet but, because my opponent was the one who ruled the heart, the world immediately became the property of both.


"What do you have to do with Raefal?" arga asked without aba, causing the footsteps to stop and then I looked at her.


"Why silence? Wrong question?"


Shake fast then continue the steps that were delayed. "It's not so, but it's weird. Is there a problem?"


She smiles. "Because I don't want to be considered a fight over Sha's girlfriend."


I frowned and then chuckled. "That's possible Raefal's sister would like me."


"That's your perception, but it's good that you don't have more relationships."


I nodded my head. "Yes, because I'm too ordinary for someone like Raefal's sister."


Arga paused, making me follow while staring at the man in silence.


"Why?"


My hand that Arga held was carried to the exact spot where his heart was beating, making me follow the direction where my hand was.


"W-what?" I was nervous who was now staring at Arga's eyes.


"You don't deserve anyone but me."


My feet are already limp hearing that phrase, Arga does have a pretty good talent to make the heart feel spurred.


Slowly, Arga took off the grip of his hand from me making himself a little disappointed then lowered his head deeply.


Arga drew closer to me, further eroding the distance between us causing the chief to look up and look at him who was much higher than me.


"Sha, I'm sorry" he said softly.


"I've been bad, I've wasted your sincere feelings. Sorry Sha."


Jemari Arga touched my cheek and then rubbed it slowly, removing a trace of tears.


"Sorry Sha, let's do it again? Make me king in your heart again Sha,"


I don't know what feeling is approaching, a little relief and also tightness that makes me shed tears without a sob.


"Sorry Isha."


"Isha, I'm going home!" pamit Arga when we were in front of the fence.


I smiled. "Be careful on the road."


Arga who had taken a step away stopped and came back to this self.


"Isha, you once bought a cell phone with my mom, right? Can I see?"


Entering the house to pick up a cell phone that I did not open the package let alone use.


I thrust his HP in front of Arga who was immediately greeted by the man.


For a few minutes Arga was busy operating the phone before returning to thrust me.


"It!"


"That's yours."


"It's my Mama's gift to you, put it on!"


"Huh? Reluctant." Of course I still remember what Arga used to say.


"Come on, for me."


Although I had to, I took the phone that was quite branded with doubt.


"You can use it now, I'll chat you. so I can talk and treat longing," the actual waves made me fly up to the seventh sky.


"Bragging! It's home! It's been night!" expirku.


"Ngeared?"


"Yes." Yeah."


"Judah I'm home."


Arga thrust his hand right in front of my face, making a sneering forehead confused by his behavior.


"Congratulations! Be the same as your husband!" he said with laughter.


With flushed cheeks I went for Arga.


"Good, for this time you greet me for going home, but later I will make sure you greet me with the intention of giving blessing to make money for our little family," she wrote.


"Yes! Don't think about marriage, you're still in school. Your wife's son will be fed what you try."


"Well, what do you want to eat, baby?"


"K-kok me?"


"Yes, the mother's a child."


I laugh. "The numbers are lacking, not good."


"Well, for survival."


"Emang Oxygen?"


"No, if I'm a zombie you keep smiling, 'that smile of yours is my life's encouragement,"


"Bullshit up! I'm home!!" throw me out immediately because I feel so ashamed.


I felt the chest pounding while leaning on the door of the room, a smile did not want to be less complete.