Watch Out for Falling in Love
(Not) Cinderella Shoes

This time even though the motor sport was speeding on the streets as fast as anything, Diandra still did not want to hug the waist of the man in front of him. Enough with alone in one motorbike has made his heart chaotic. Aydan didn't ask for it either. Silence accompanied the two during the trip.

It was only when he arrived at a 2-story-tiered house, that Diandra began to speak up. He's curious. Indekos who is it?

"I'm spending here. Just so you know," said Aydan while closing the gate.

"Why was I brought here?"

"I already know your boarding. Now it's your turn" he replied.

"Make what?"

Aydan continued walking towards his room which was on the ground floor. There are many neatly lined rooms with sequential numbers on each door. The core is not too broad either. It only measures 1.5 meters. Enough to receive guests in front of the room even though there is a special room to receive guests in the front. However, Aydan asked Andra to sit on the front porch of his room.

After his female guest sat on the terrace, Aydan opened the door and entered the room. Andra became curious as to what the contents of her room. He tried to peek inside, but Aydan had returned outside with a cold drink and a snack.

"Don't bother, Mom. I'm not here to see you" Andra said.

"I know, but you're still my guest because I brought you here."

The explanation can't be disputed Andra anymore. He was waiting for something to happen next. Because he himself was confused about what to do. Actually he was afraid of being taken to the boarding of men. Except for doing college work together.

Aydan did nothing. Just sitting next to Andra while looking at her. Makes the mood awkward. Andra was upset for a long time too. He rises.

"If we just sit idly by, I'd better go home" he protested.

He thought the senior would keep him away, but he didn't. Aydan just told him to drink the drinks that had been prepared and Andra could go. Okay. The girl agreed. He drank the sweet drink and was ready to go. But wait a minute. He didn't see his bag.

"Where are my bags?" ask while looking.

"Your body is in the room. Please take it yourself," Aydan replied casually. He himself was busy playing mobile.

"Say I'm his guest, but how come I'm being questioned? You're weird!" gerutu Andra was disappointed.

He carefully entered the 3x4-meter room. Not including the bathroom. For room size, the room size is quite wide.

He was amazed to see the contents. It turned out to be quite neat and clean for the size of the male room. Bed size number 4, 2-door wardrobe with a mirror in front of it. A study desk with a computer on it. A 1.5-meter-high bookcase complete with writing equipment. Plastic baskets place dirty clothes in front of the bathroom and there is also a STUPA mockup under the bed. Even Ivane's room of a woman is still falling apart. 

His own bag was on the bed. I don't know when Aydan brought him inside. As soon as the bag was taken. As she turned her eyes saw something very familiar above the wardrobe. It's his own shoes.

Andra tried to reach it, but not enough. Then Aydan approached. Right in front of him the man helped get the shoes. Their body distance is only 5 centimeters. So tight that his sense of smell could sense the masculine scent. Just like when you were hit. However, this time the bodies of the two were much more intimate and that thumping feeling instantly struck him.

After the shoes were in Aydan's hands, instead of immediately giving it to Diandra, he held it in front of the girl's face.

"Do you know who owns these shoes?" he asked with a serious expression.

Andra was confused as to whether to be honest. Because he's the one who threw the shoe and hit his head right in the parking lot of the campus. He did not think that this man was Aydan. He did not remember how the color of the bike and its type, including the helmet when the event occurred. Fearing that the man was angry, Andra chose to pretend not to know.

"I-I don't know, Mom. Why is it?"

"If I knew I wanted her to take her shoes."

"Continue?" Andra looked up at Aydan's face which was higher in position. While Aydan slightly lowered his head towards Andra.

"I want to be angry with him. My head hurt when my shoes were thrown. What am I wrong? Still wearing a helmet. The pain to imprint in the heart," he said while staring at Diandra.

Andra swallowed her saliva. His throat was suffocating.

"Just want to get angry? If he's not intentional and apologizing, what?" Andra's eyes were round and she felt regret.

"Not intentionally anymore? Want to apologize again?" Aydan grinned.

"Again?" andra asked confused.

It was as if the man knew that the owner of the shoe often did things that were accidentally done to him. Could he really know something?

Shame now rests on Andra's face. The senior leaned his face right in front of Andra's face that was met with red. The two of them looked at each other. Her shadow was visible on the man's retina. The heart pumps blood faster presenting a beating rhythm that is like a war drum.

Then a small kiss touched her lips for a few seconds. Feels warm and soft. The world stopped for a moment. It felt like he wanted to faint when the man was reckless to do so suddenly even if it was only a few seconds. Then he smiled with happy eyes.

"I'm sorry accidentally" he said, winking one eye.

The happiness that had spread to all joints now turned into frustration. Andra hit Aydan's chest.

"What the hell, Mom? How naughty!" angry protests.

The beating hand was caught. Then Aydan's other hand held back the sneakers.

"So you know who owns these shoes?"

Andra still won't confess. He's shaking his head.

"Dearly enough. If I knew I'd give him a gift."

"Gift? What's the prize anyway?" ask Andra astonished. To him it feels strange.

"Yes. Because of these shoes I can kiss you and ..."

Back in the net they fought each other more deeply.

"And ...?" Andra was curious. His heart is getting crazy. 

"And ... found my Cinderell. So I'm gonna take him to marry me later."

The girl was dumbfounded until her mouth gaped involuntarily.

"Mas ... Don't be kidding!"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Aydan's face was serious. Not like before.

"But I ...." Andra's mind felt empty. He can't think clearly. All he felt was a timid heartbeat and an immeasurable feeling of happiness. His feet began to limp. Andra collapsed to the floor. Aydan.

"Why? You sick?"

"Please take me home, Mom. It's not good for us to be alone in the room. Someone will look and think no matter what?" andra was worried.

"But our business isn't done yet, is it?"

"What business? I'm not the owner of those shoes" he said.

There was a spark of disappointment in Aydan's eyes.

"Seriously you don't want to open?" kecam Andra's. He grabbed Andra's hand and stuck it on his chest. It's a fast heart rate in there. Just like her.

"Can't you feel it? Every time I'm with you my heart beats fast. You know what that means?" said Aydan while looking at Andra who was getting restless.

"That means I'm happy with you. The more you come here the more you think about you. Turns out I'm in love with you, Diandra. Just so you know. To be honest, I was so jealous and upset when Agung shot you. I was also upset when your friend Riko pretended to be your girlfriend. Also upset when they say you're 'orange eat orange'. And it gets even more upset when you don't want to confess your feelings to me. Not open and honest. But I am sincere. Is it hard to admit that?" beber Aydan was disappointed.

All of those confessions left Andra aghast. Of course deep in his heart he felt so happy, but a promise to remember him again. It would be a shame if he failed to make it happen. Moreover, he had already promised not only to himself, but also his mother.

Andra was forced to remain unwilling to admit her feelings. He chose to go from the cost. Leaving the disappointed Aydan in his room.

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