Putra stared at Naya without blinking, Putra let his vision enjoy the beautiful carving of the face of an angel in front of him.
"Putra" called Naya softly.
Putra is still silent. He didn't hear Naya's call. Putra did not budge.
"Putra!" said Naya, hitting Putra's chest lightly.
"Huh, what?" Putra gasped.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm not, ah sorry. I don't mean to be rude, suer" said Putra when he realized his position. Putra got up, he sat on the edge of the bed.
Argh, what are you doing Putra? Shit! I unconsciously lost control. I shouldn't have acted like that. Putra regretted his attitude.
"Just relax, why is your face so tense?" Naya complained his shoulder against Putra's shoulder. Shifting the awkwardness.
"No, I'm fine."
"Aren't you lying?"
"Hemm, Nay. Can you ask or not?" said Putra doubtfully.
"What?"
"You have a lover?"
"How come he asked?"
"Yes, just ask. You're beautiful now, there's no way boys won't chase you."
