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"MAWAR?" He tapped my shoulder repeatedly. "Mawar, kau okay tak?"
I blinked, looking around the field. Did I zone out? I felt my hands trembling a bit, heartbeat increasing its pace.
"Aku okay," I mumbled, still focused on my hands.
Kahar raised his brow, clearly not believing the answer. "Kalau kau okay, asal kau shaking?" There he is, the Kapla-ish behaviour is back.
"Aku ada Parkinson's." I joked, followed by an awkward chuckle. Soon letting out a yelp as he flicked my forehead. "Sakit la bodoh!"
"Ha, tu la kau. Aku tengah serious tanya, kau buat lawak."
"Kalau risau tu cakap je la, Encik Kapla sayang."
He grimaced. "Eee, tak ingin aku nak risau pasal kau. Karang kalau kau sakit ke apa, tak balik pula aku nanti." I rolled my eyes, such an annoying boy.
One second he's all 'saya-awak' lovey dovey stuff, the other he's all Kapla-shit.
I turned to face him, instantly meeting his eyes. "Annoying juga ye kau ni. Kau nak gerak pukul berapa ni?" I asked, glancing over at my watch.
It's already midnight.
"Relax la, Bunga. Esok bukannya kau kerja pun."
"Memang la tak kerja tapi aku kena bawa motor sorang-sorang nanti. Aku paling lambat pun pukul 11 lebih, ni dah dekat pukul satu dah."
He sighed, sitting up and stretching his arms. "Ye la, ye la. Aku jarang lepak dengan orang macam ni, deep talk semua." He chuckled, offering me a hand. "Aku hantar kau balik, boleh? Ye la, tak sedap la kalau aku main biar je anak dara orang balik sorang. Aku ni gentleman tau."
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