Love Shot X Tembakan Cinta

The feels X The rasa

matanya beralih, berasa gugup kerana sesuatu di belakangnya menarik perhatiannya.

Sekarang di sini saya, tertanya-tanya apa yang mengubah ekspresi Zara, mengubah kontur wajahnya dengan keras lagi.

Sebelum saya boleh pulih, suara pendekatan bentuk atas bahu saya.

"Zara, saya fikir itu adalah anda.”

Zara face mengalami perubahan lain, melembutkan sebagai pendek, seorang gadis semakin dekat.

Seorang gadis cantik. dan ia adalah Mac anak perempuannya

"Apa khabar, Mac?"Zara bertanya, melangkah ketika dia terus memberi perhatiannya.

"Oh, anda tahu, sama seperti biasa. Terlalu banyak kerja, tidak cukup bermain."Gadis itu, Mac, ketawa. "Saya terkejut melihat anda di sini, saya tidak fikir anda datang ke bandar banyak.”

"Ambil mudah sekarang. Rehat sesekali tidak menyakitkan."Adakah Semua Zara berkata.

dia tidak memandang saya sejak dia tiba, jadi saya tidak pasti jika saya perlu berkata apa-apa.

"Oh Tuhan, dan sekarang saya kurang ajar."Mac menghadapi saya, hampir seolah-olah dia hanya perasan saya hadir.

"Apa yang kalian lakukan di sini?"Dia bertanya, keningnya mengangkat ketika dia melihat dari saya kepada ayahnya yang melangkah di sebelah saya, bermain-main dengan kuncinya di atas meja.

Saya menelan tebal, seperti sesuatu yang menghalang tekak saya

"Ambil sarapan. Kupikir kau tidak akan pulang tepat waktu.”

Nasib baik Ahmad menjawab, melihat kerana saya pasti akan tersandung melalui setiap perkataan jika saya cuba.

"Hanya kamu berdua?”

Itu dia. Mempersoalkan. Kekeliruan. Saya tidak boleh memberitahu agak lagi jika muka ragu-ragu beliau memegang tuduhan atau tidak.

Ahmad terus bersahaja. "Ya. Maaf, tidak membayangkan anda akan keluar dari katil awal ini, jika tidak, saya akan dipanggil.”

Dia terdengar boleh dipercayai, seperti tidak ada yang salah dengan kita keluar bersama. Kerana benar - benar, tidak ada. dia telah memberitahu Mac tentang membantu seseorang yang mempunyai kebimbangan begitu banyak bulan sekarang, jadi apa yang salah dengan merebut sarapan bersama-sama?

Mac kelihatan di antara kita, roda berpusing kerana sejauh yang dia tahu, saya sama sekali tidak berinteraksi dengan sesiapa pun.

Jadi kenapa aku harus sarapan dengannya?

"Um, okay."Dia menarik keluar, dahinya masih duduk tinggi di dahinya. Dia menggelengkan kepalanya selepas apa yang terasa seperti keabadian, dan menyeringai kepada kami. "Baiklah lain kali saya dengan senang hati akan menerima jemputan itu.”

"Saya akan ingat itu."Ahmad berjalan ke meja, meraih air. dia menaikkan air ke mulutnya.

Jangan lihat Zara. Jangan tengok.

Saya melihat. Menonton ketegangan di lehernya kerana dia menelan air, dan bob epal adam beliau.

Saya mengepalkan jari saya, dan mengalihkan pandangan saya kembali ke Mac. Dia mengawasiku.

"Anda tenang."Dia mengarahkan saya.

"Hm?"Saya menggigit bibir saya, dan peluang sepintas lalu ke arah Ahmad.

Wajahnya tidak dapat dibaca dan lurus, tetapi matanya membosankan kepada saya. Aku harus memaksa mataku pergi.

"Oh, maaf. Aku hanya lelah. Tidak tidur nyenyak."Saya dapat melihat Ahmad menggerakkan jarinya melintasi rahangnya dari sudut mata saya. Dia jelas menceritakan bahawa dia harus dipersalahkan kerana menjaga saya.

Xxxxxxx

Now here I am, left wondering what altered Zara expression, turning the contours of her face hard again.

Before I can turn around, a voice approaches form over my shoulder.

“Zara, I thought that was you.”

Zara face goes through another change, softening as a short, a girl steps closer.

A beautiful girl. and it was Mac his daughter

“How are you, Mac?” Zara asks, stepping away as she continues to give her her attention.

“Oh, you know, the same as always. Too much work, not enough play.” The girl, Mac, laughs. “I’m surprised to see you up here, I didn’t think you came to the city much.”

"Take it easy now. A break every now and then doesn’t hurt.” Is all Zara says.

she hasn’t looked at me since she arrived, so I’m unsure if I should say anything.

“Oh god, and now I’m being rude.” Mac faces me, almost as though she only just noticed I was present.

“What the hell you guys doing here?” She asks, her brow raising as she looks from me to her dad who steps around my side, toying with his keys on the table.

I swallow thickly, like something is blocking my throat

“Grabbed some breakfast. Figured you wouldn’t be home in time.”

Luckily Ahmad answers, seeing as I would surely stumble through every word if I tried.

“Just the two of you?”

There it is. Questioning. Confusion. I just can’t tell quite yet if her skeptical face holds accusation or not.

Ahmad continues casually. “Yeah. Sorry, didn’t imagine you’d be out of bed this early, otherwise I would have called.”

He sounds believable, like there’s nothing wrong with us going out together. Because really, there isn’t. he's been telling Mac about helping out someone that have anxiety so many months now, so what's wrong with grabbing breakfast together?

Mac looks between us, wheels turning because as far as she knows, I hardly interact with anyone at all.

So why would I have breakfast with him?

“Um, okay.” She draws out, her brow still sitting high on her forehead. She shakes her head after what feels like an eternity, and smirks at us. “Well next time I will gladly take the invitation.”

“I’ll remember that.” Ahmad walks over to the table, grabbing water. he raises the water to his mouth.

Don’t look Zara. Don’t look.

I look. Watching the strain in his neck as he swallows the water, and the bob of his adam's apple.

I clench my fingers, and turn my gaze back to Mac. She’s watching me.

“You’re quiet.” She directs towards me.

“Hm?” I bite my lip, and chance a glance over towards Ahmad.

His face is unreadable and straight, but his eyes bore into me. I have to force my eyes away.

“Oh, sorry. I’m just tired. Didn’t sleep well.” I can see Ahmad run his fingers across his jaw from the corner of my eye. He’s clearly recounting that he’s to blame for keeping me up.