I thought You were Love
Kiss*n Indirect

“Oma,” shouted Kyra who immediately splashed into the arms of Meera who was sitting in a wheelchair.

“Wah, Keenan. Have you gone home?” ask Rika. Keenan hugged Rika.

“How are you, aunt?”

“This way, every day Om you complain want to quickly retire.”

Keenan just chuckled, then turned to look at Kyra who was pushing the wheelchair where Meera was sitting. “Tuh, his favorite grandson is home.”

“Ke-Keenan,” call Meera.

“Oma, Keenan Kangen Oma.” Keenan crouched his head on Meera's lap, the elderly woman smiled as she rubbed the head of her first grandchild.

“You are very tall, just like Papa Mu. Are you married?” meera asked Keenan to raise his face and stand up and sit on one of the couches with Meera still in front of him.

Rika and Kyra looked at each other and chuckled, convinced that Keenan did not like the question. “Oma know not?” ask Keenan. Meera just shook her head. “Since I arrived in Jakarta, Mamah was asked only when I got married. I have no candidate yet, Oma want to find me a future wife.”

“Later there will be the right woman for you.” Meera rubbed the back of Keenan's hand.

“I heard Oma to Surabaya?”

Meera laughs softly, “Iya, Oma kangen Reka.”

“Other times not so, Om Reka can really go to Jakarta to meet Oma.”

Meera again chuckles, “Oma wants to make a surprise for Reka.”

“Mother, it's time to rest. Talking later, Keenan has permanently stayed in Jakarta,” Rika's decree and then pushed a wheelchair to Meera's room.

“Tuh Sis, look Oma she cares so much about boys. Mamah is also the same, more concerned with Kak Keenan than me.”

Keenan was silent. “Just like, all parents love their children. Only visible attention does depend on the situation of each child,” Rika explained. “You guys have dinner here huh?”

“Emran where aunty?”

“There. Keenan, um you haven't come home yet?”

“Why? Kangen me?” Eltan just got home.

“Hm, bucin drama again. Kayak at home,” tease Kyra.

“Not to be strange, your parents are also Om Reka and your Aunt Nara is indeed a couple bucin,” said Rika who was embraced by Eltan.

Keenan just shook his head. What Kyra said was true, they witnessed again the drama of love parents.

“Waw, the sole heir of Two Season is coming,” cried Emran son of Eltan and Rika who went down the stairs. Keenan is indeed the sole successor of Two Season, Eltan children choose medical school and law school.

While in a different place, Nana who just arrived in her boarding room laid her body in bed. “Ahh, finally. My body feels like it's all pegel. Like a shower first deh just rest,” said Nana bermonolog.

Her phone shook, Nana sat down and pulled the phone out of her pants pocket. There was a message coming in.

[Janela, go home son. Mommy misses you]

“I miss Mommy too, but Daddy is evil. I just want to prove that I can live even if I don't carry the name Arsana.” Nana wiped the tears on her face.

Nana finally cleaned up and went out of the boarding house where she lived, walking towards the tent stalls looking for a menu that made her tasteful.  His intention wanted to immediately rest urung because his stomach was asking to be filled.

Nana stared at the plate filled with fried rice in front of her. While still living with his parents, all the luxuries he can get including stomach problems. He can say what menus will be prepared by the cook at his home.

“Goodbye,” said Nana cheering herself on. Even with just a chicken egg topping, Nana enjoyed it with pride.

Arriving in her room, Nana opened a group message of her coworkers. Still talking about their new CEO, who is called very handsome and charismatic. Some even say ready to be the second wife or mistress of the CEO (similar to the title of the next novel, hehehe).

“Yeah, it's so handsome yes until this woman in these valves. The feeling was just a normal look, did I not notice ya. How if they knew I had taken the CEO's body, even that part .. oh no I would have been crazy why it was remembered even that part again.” Nana chose to lie down and closed her eyes.

Tomorrow.

Nana's already in Keenan Sanjaya's study. I cleaned the room and made sure everything was clean.

Brakes.

Nana was labeling Keenan when she heard the door open. Nana turned her head and looked in disbelief if the owner of the room had arrived, but it was still morning. Keenan sat down in his chair.

“Good morning, Sir.”

“Hm.”

“I can still continue working or exit” asked Nana.

Keenan looked up and looked at Nana. “Continue as per tupoxy.” Almost fifteen minutes Nana was still in the room, while Keenan was busy staring at the screen of his laptop.

Suddenly. “Make me coffee!”

“Good sir.”

“But not too much sugar let alone salt like yesterday,” said Keenan while glancing at Nana. Nana chuckled then nodded and walked out of Keenan's room.

“Why he laughs, obviously he's wrong. Looks like I'm too soft to handle this.”

“Please Pak.”

Keenan stared at the cup on his desk, then turned to the girl who was still standing there. Seeing the girl smile, Keenan thought badly that his coffee contained another strange taste. Leaning his back on the occupied seat, “Drink!” keenan.

“Hahh. I drink it?”

“Iya, drink first by you. There is no certainty that the coffee you make is delicious not strange like yesterday.”

Nana's face turned sullen. Mr. Keenan is handsome but kok nyebelin. I can't drink coffee, I'm told to have a tasting, Nana's mind.

“Ayo, fast. The more you refuse to drink it the more I believe that there is something strange about the coffee.”

Nana got closer and grabbed the cup she had placed. Take it and lift it then gulp and put the cup back.

Keenan was astonished, because the girl did not react to anything. “What does it feel like?”

“Hm, coffee flavor.”

“Ck, bitter, sweet, salty, sour or what?”

“Oh, typical coffee there is bitterness and there is sweetness as well as I pack,” said Nana then chuckled. Realizing who she was in front of, Nana closed her mouth with both hands.

Keenan held the cup and drank his coffee.

“Pak, that's my ex.” Keenan continued to gulp back his coffee.

“This is the same as our indirect kiss, sir.”

Keenan spouted his coffee hearing Nana say.

“Invasive kiss?”

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