Rashi & Its Bucins
14

...“My feet is my only course.”...

...♔...

Candra rushes in to buy what she knows women like. Two bars of almond and mede chocolate, one cup of strawberry ice cream and one cone of chocolate ice cream. Plus Candra adds to it with yogurt and chocolate wafer. Himself who for a lifetime as an asshole memotek heart of women, queuing at the cashier bought something for women— use his own pocket money—even without being asked.

From the beginning, Candra knew Rashi was special. She was not like other women that Candra could willingly give a cold attitude. Wh why? Because she's prettier than all those women—and yeah, because they're cousins. Candra can be killed by Rasya and Abah if she abandons Rashi.

Candra also pityes to see her keep her grief and pain in silence, especially now that Rashi is orphaned with no parents at all. Although Candra bodo is usually very on people, if it's her cousin, it's impossible she does not care.

Soon Candra returned to carrying the grocery bag. Rashi's lips trembled again, muttering something while rubbing Yatha's head on her chest.

He held it for Yatha.

"Udah?" whisper him.

Candra's feeling was like being stabbed hearing Rashi's super smooth voice ask. "Lo bring some medicine? I bought you water for you."

Rashi nodded weakly. Really like a dying man who .. I don't know, Candra is afraid to explain herself. He pointed at his bag which was indeed placed behind, then when Candra handed it over, Rashi whispered, "Can you help me? I can't move."

Also true. There's a Yatha in his lap. Candra wants to take the boy so Rashi can take medicine, but that's not what he meant.

"Don't. Help me drink. Please." Please."

Gee.

Need a patience that woke up instantly—because Candra was impatient—when received the request. Candra opened Rashi's bag saying the medicine was inside a small green pouch. Candra accidentally sees her phone, displaying a call from a person named Rail.

Just a few seconds before the screen changes showing missed call notifications piling up.

Everything from Rail.

Who's Rail?

Don't tell me he's what Rasya means?

Candra swallowed her unreliability while continuing to move. He said nothing about the call, considering that Rashi was indeed sick.

There are several types of drugs, making Candra want to crackle knowing menstruation turns out to be a serious problem.

Taken each one according to Rashi's instructions, then moved to grab his nape to make it easier for him to receive the drug. From such a close distance, it was easy for Candra to see just how beautiful her cousin was.

Is he really Rashi Anuja?

It seems like he was not like this before. Candra even forgot about him.

I swear, puberty is scary.

I mean Candra, her eyebrows are thin but neatly arranged is already charming. His eyelashes are quite long, bushy and flickering when closed. Rashi does not include the girl with the tapered cheeks, because in fact she is curvaceous filled. Not in the fat sense, more like chewy meat gathered on his thighs and arms, so he did not include the little thin-bodied girl.

She may not be destined to be an innocent girl, because her thick lips are inviting.

Little Candra misfocused, glancing down where Yatha was leaning. Rashi accidentally unbuttoned two of his uniform so that it can look smooth white skin on his chest. There's a fancy white crown-shaped necklace right there.

Looks suitable, for Candra who is willing to become a slave for Rashi.

She is indeed queen.

"Thanks, Cand." -." Rashi smiled until Candra needed extra control so as not to kiss the lips. "Sori, lo ngerepotin."

"Age." Candra was forced to retreat back when she was at home to see him up close, holding her beautiful nape. "Sori too."

"Hm?" Rashi looked at him. More messing with Candra's feelings. "Why? It's not wrong."

"I mean, just now, in class." Candra finds out he is wrong and promises not to make Rashi wait again. "Sori, I overslept."

Not just a smile, Rashi touched his cheek. As soft and light as he touched Yatha's cheek to wipe. "No pa-pa, Cand. You know what to do."

Regretting and swearing in the name of God, Uma-Abah and herself that it would never let Candra happen.

Candra made shivering. Doubtful but still touching Rashi's loyal hand on his cheek.

Bodo, here.

I like it there to show. It's his destiny he's liked. What is it hiding for?

Candra is not the shy type. So when the shackles escaped from his heart, he leaned in, realizing what he had wanted to do since seeing Rashi crying beside his father's corpse.

And Candra swore, there was nothing more she loved than Rashi returning her kiss.

...*...

Rashi lets Candra hold Yatha while she tries to cover the print part of the wound on her stomach. Because Yatha slept in her room since she was a baby, Candra entered the room with a purple-white nuance. She placed Yatha on the bed that was in the middle of the right side of the room. Carefully arrange a pillow on the child's side so as not to fall if moving in sleep.

For a moment, Rashi disappeared into the bathroom, hurriedly taking off his clothes to look at the stitching marks across his lower abdomen. There was something like pus mixed with blood coming out, but it had been almost two months since that day. This wound should have been dry for two weeks or at the latest a month, but often Rashi forced himself especially if Yatha had asked for a sling.

The boy was indeed used to being spoiled even though Rashi was cooking. He doesn't like to scold her because he's a kid. Spoiled character. He doesn't like being with Rasya. He likes Dad.

The doctor always told him not to do activities that cause abdominal contractions, and every time he met again, the doctor needed to repeat the same advice because Rashi broke.

Honestly, sometimes Rashi intentionally let it go.

The pain in his stomach was overwhelming, either inside or outside making Rashi's bad feelings slightly die.

Her heart whispered, It deserves this for letting the baby go. His brain still likes to twirl painful memories when he is snatched.

Removing the flow of tears on his face with the shower, Rashi hurriedly took the bathrobe. Not to forget he rewrapped his wound with a bandage— Accidentally just a coil without medication— made it quite thick before out looking at Candra.

He was still there, sitting in Rashi's study chair, flipping through a photo album that Rashi had just placed on a shelf near the table. There's not much privacy in Rashi's room, because he has Yatha. So all the photos that are considered very secret, Rashi will never put in the album, let alone what people can see.

There are only a few photos of Rashi's collection with the people around him. Mom and Dad are not the type to collect memories.

"It's a picture of when Alvin got married, right?" Rashi touches his back, pointing at one of the photos that Candra has there. It's ridiculous. Because Candra looks so innocent there, while Rashi .. I don't know, actually Rashi hardly knows who the difference is. "Oh my goodness, Bang Cand. I'm ashamed you're squirming it on."

Candra sighed heavily. "Where is the story here," he turned his head, looking straight at Rashi, "turned into a kayak gini."

"I'm not cool." Rashi laughing. Nosed Candra's forehead which was instantly moorish. "Lo is also kali. How can a midget guy turn into a gini?"

"If it's a midget, it's because I was a kid. The important thing is both handsome." Candra looked back at the album, flipping it up to the last photo. Not on the last page, because there are still some unfilled sheets there. "Where is this?"

"Mas Jenar's Wedding. That's I'm still third grade Junior High. And you don't come."

"Dateng did not come, the marriage of Jenar street also."

Basic logical creatures. "You know, I was almost married to Mas Jenar?"

"THE REAL ONE?!"

Rashi guessed his reaction a little, so he deliberately said so. Jenar is their cousin, the daughter of Father and Abah's sister, Aunt Sasa. The woman insists on making Rashi her daughter-in-law since they met again after Mom's death, and it just so happens that Jenar is being sought a mate. Jenar's age was quite mature, about twenty-five that time. But because Aunt Sasa really likes Rashi, he bodo about the distance of their age from Rashi so his daughter-in-law—at least, fiancee first, he said.

Rashi was busy loving Mahesa Mahardika.

"Lo don't know, Dad? Reasonable, anyway. It's the same thing like this."

The ringisannya as if to talk 'gue kepo if you know lo as beautiful as this'. "Jenardi nolak?"

"No. Mas Jenar mau—"

"Pedophiles."

"About." Rashi lightly patted Candra's arm, but made her pain-associated again. "Try me back in High School, take it like that. Jenar is very good. There's a lot more money."

"Corporate slaves don't have a lot of money, honey."

Silent.

Rashi reached out clapping Candra's head gently on top as she was silent. There's no way he or Rashi forgot what he had to do in the car.

Honestly, Rashi wasn't expecting it.

He had indeed seen Candra not the type of doubt. He's not the kind of guy who's gonna think 'I appreciate you so before I get my feelings back, I'm gonna hold back', but 'cause I love you, I wanna do the same thing lo'.

Even so, Candra did not hesitate at all. Like being given firewood, it was enough for him to start a big fire.

"Lo's not angry?" Candra quietly grabbed her waist, pulling Rashi closer to hugging tightly. He asks about getting angry, but puts a forehead on Rashi's lower rib, aka his chest.

"What?"

"Take the chance." Candra held her hand, rubbing the protruding bone in the joint of the finger. "Told to be a driver you even want something else."

Rashi laughed amusedly. Why is the Candra that people talk about always different from the Candra that he knows?

Sara said, her brother is cold. Uma said, the leak doesn't care.

Then who exactly is this spoiled young man?

"No pa-pa, Bang Cand. It's a personal right to like who."

"So can?"

"That's it."

"Want to be my girlfriend?"

Candra is really to the point. That's a good thing if Rashi isn't mentally ill. Her head wanted to break burdened by the loss of Father, Mahesa and her baby.

There was no room for new people and he felt he would no longer exist.

"Don't you, Dad, brother?" Rashi hugged his head. Pecking Candra's hair so she doesn't feel rejected. "Gue can't do it now."

Maybe he realized it was still difficult—consider him knowing about Dad even if not about Mahesa or baby. "Okay." Candra kissed his arm. Reply hugging Rashi quite tightly. "Just let me love you. Hm?"

Rashi drew a big smile as he ducked down the tip of Candra's nose. "Always allowed, Cand."

"That promise?"

"Kok know?"

He grinned, standing up to kiss her lips. "The same plain boy. Same as me, gini."

Rashi just shook his head. Swiped his ears before moving away. "Want to eat here or go home?"

"Wouldn't go home, now wouldn't."

"Yaudah, I'm calling Uma. If you want to shower straight down. Rasya's bathroom has a man's soap."

...*...