Can't Hold It Any Longer

After a night of holding back his male desire. The next morning, Angga woke up feeling achy and sore. Not only because his desire was not poured out but because all night, his right hand was tightly hugged by Alexa. His right hand was treated like a bolster.

The sun shone through the gaps in the curtains. Angga slowly disarms Alexa's hand, which is holding her hand. Numbness stabbed his right hand.

"Haish ... my hand looks like it's about to break," complained Angga while waving his right hand in the air.

Angga grabbed his cellphone from the nightstand. Dead. Of course. All night, the cell phone was used as a sparse light between them. He got out of bed and glanced at Alexa's face who was still fast asleep beside him. There was a feeling of pity in his heart if he woke Alexa at that time.

'Later,' he thought.

About ten minutes after Angga left the room, Alexa blinked. She squirmed in satisfaction. She stretched his arms and legs as far as she could. As if pulling all the muscles that are bent until the sound "click" from the joint being pulled. Her energy seemed to be filled again due to a comfortable night's sleep.

Alexa leaned her back against the back of the bed. A moment later her consciousness returned to full. She remembered what had happened last night. Suddenly, a red hue emerged from her white cheeks. Makes Alexa's perfect morning natural beauty shine. Ah, it's a shame that Angga couldn't see the angel who just woke up and blushed in the morning.

"Gosh... why would I do that?" Alexa cursed while covering her face, realizing something embarrassing about her.

Alexa regretted what she had done last night. How could I not, it was not the first time she had done this embarrassing thing in front of Angga. It was his second scream, after the previous one in the cinema.

And her face grew red like a boiled crab as she recalled the events that followed. She hugged Angga's hand all night!

"Haish.. Alexa, you really don't know the situation, conditions and tolerance. The author advises not to abbreviate those three words. Hehe..

In the midst of Alexa cursing her stupidity, there was a knock on the door.

"Lex...are you awake?"

The voice of the prince who owns this magnificent palace, of course.

"Y-yes ... I'm awake," said Alexa.

Alexa got up from the bed. She tied her long hair carelessly up with a rubber band in her hand.

"What do you want to ... breakfast ... " Angga's voice choked when he opened the bedroom door.

An angel who was tying her hair obscured Angga's vision. It was a sight he had never seen in his entire life. The only girl who does that in the morning is Alexa. I don't know if this is an exaggeration or if Alexa looks prettier and ... sexy this morning.

"Ah, sorry I woke up late. I should have woken up earlier than you."

Angga slowly approached Alexa who had finished curling her hair. Because of the origin, many children's hair that has not been completely carried away by hair ties.

"Why? Is there something wrong with my face?" Alexa asked confused.

She felt her face and tried to find a mirror from her backpack. She looked at herself in front of the small mirror in her hand. She looked to see if there was any saliva or dirt left on her face, so Angga looked at her intensely.

"You're beautiful..." Angga muttered.

"What?"

"Ah, no. It's nothing. I just... ah never mind. Let's just have breakfast. I bought breakfast at Warjok."

Please note, Warjok is an abbreviation of a corner stall in the Angga housing complex. A small shop but inside it sells a variety of complete foods according to the tastes of the residents of the complex.

Angga changed the subject before Alexa realized her feelings.

Even though it was only a small murmur, it seemed that Alexa's ears were still normal enough to hear Angga's words earlier.

'Beautiful you say? It feels like this is the first time Angga is being sentimental like that. There's something strange about him this morning,' Alexa thought.

Without continuing her odd thoughts, Alexa followed Angga who had left the room first. She followed behind Angga to the kitchen.

Alexa's eyes widened again. Once again she was shocked by the scene before his eyes. A sight that is no less surprising for Alexa to see the contents of the palace - which is called a boarding house by Angga - is a kitchen room with complete and sophisticated kitchen equipment. All the electronics needed for cooking are readily available there. It's heaven for cooking lovers.

Alexa landed her butt on the dining chair. A set of dining table plus antique chairs is located in front of the black kitchen set combined with gray. What a classic!

"What's wrong? You don't like the breakfast menu I bought?" asked Angga.

"Ah, no. I'm just admiring your boarding house," said Alexa, holding up two fingers like rabbit ears when she said the word boarding house, as a sign of sarcasm to Angga.

"Amazed? Are you amazed by my boarding house?" Angga asked while showing his hands as Alexa did earlier when she mentioned boarding house, as a satire.

Alexa nodded quickly, "yes, I'm amazed and really like it," replied Alexa innocently.

"Like it? Do you like my kitchen?"

"Well ... not just your kitchen. I like all parts of your house. It seems very comfortable living here," said Alexa no less innocent than before.

"Oh ... I thought you were amazed and liked me," said Angga while scooping a mouthful of soup from his bowl without seeing Alexa's face.

Alexa suddenly turned to look at the handsome man in the white shirt. From the beginning she looked here and there sweeping the details from the kitchen, Angga finally spontaneously turned to her side.

"What the hell are you?" Alexa gently nudged Angga's shoulder.

"You, yes, the jokes make goosebumps in the morning, you know?!" continued Alexa.

Alexa thinks Angga's words are just a joke. She then ignored the joke again. She instead continued to focus on eating her breakfast.

"I'm serious, Lex!"

Alexa turned again. This time her eyes were immediately greeted by Angga's light brown netra.

"Gosh Ga... why are you here? You've been weird since this morning," said Alexa, still not understanding Angga's attitude.

"I like you. Not the usual feeling of liking ... it's even too much love for you, Lex."

Alexa froze. Like a bomb exploded suddenly. Not! Alexa is not ready to hear the expression of feelings of petty romance from the person she considers a true friend. But, the sentence had already slipped from Angga's mouth. So what? What will Alexa do?

"Angga... you're joking right? If it's a joke. It's really not funny at all!" said Alexa.

Not a word that comes from Alexa's question. Angga even grabbed Alexa's hand. Alexa's body suddenly staggered towards Angga. And, cups! An unexpected touch of lightning by Angga's lips on Alexa's lips.

"You're crazy, Angga!" Alexa exclaimed while pushing Angga's body.

Alexa hastily moved away from Angga. Alexa ran and entered her room. Sound "blam!" even heard when Alexa closed her bedroom door.

"Damn!"

Angga ruffled his jet black hair roughly. He hit the table in annoyance.

"You are an idiot, Angga!"

Angga cursed his stupidity for not being able to hold back his feelings of love for Alexa in his heart any longer.

Truly unrequited love is like a knife that continues to erode the sanity of those who feel it, especially when the idol knows his feelings. And this is the beginning of torture for Angga.