Fly 20

Kevlar had been standing in front of his office for ten minutes. His face looked calm, but he was restless and nervous. He kept his eyes fixed on the school gate in front of him, then occasionally lowered his head to look at the clock in his left hand.

He had been holding back from contacting Quitta, someone he was currently waiting for.

When the figure was seen from a distance, Kevlar breathed a sigh of relief though it didn't lessen his nervousness. He tried to smile and wave his hand, signaling Quitta of his whereabouts. Quitta nodded and crossed the street toward him.

"What's wrong? What do you want to talk to me about?" Quitta asked as the two drew closer to each other.

She saw a neat-looking Kevlar in his shiny suit. His thick black hair was perfectly styled and charming. It is undeniable that Quitta likes the appearance of that grown man.

"Not here, how about we find a comfortable place?"

Without answering Quitta got into the Kevlar car, avoiding the gazes of several people who intentionally or unintentionally stole glances at the two of them.

"Do you have another appointment?" Kevlar asked after the car he was driving left the office area.

"Nothing," Quitta replied after convincing herself.

Fifteen minutes drive Kevlar stopped the car near a small park in front of the residential area.

Although Quitta often passed this way, she never stopped at this place. And she doesn't understand why Kevlar brought her here.

The garden looked deserted and no one was there. Its small area makes every corner can be seen at a glance. Instead of being designed as a public facility, the park is more suited to be a private garden.

"No, just a moment. I just have to say it right now." Kevlar said, locking his eyes on Quitta's face.

"What's the matter? Why is your face so serious?" Quitta asked surprised at Kevlar's attitude.

Although she had just met the man and didn't know him very well, Quitta was sure there was something unusual about Kevlar.

"May I know your age now?" Kevlar asked hoping Quitta wasn't offended by his question.

He wanted to hear it directly from Quitta even though he already knew from Tessa.

And unexpectedly, Quitta smiled even though inside her heart was laughing, she didn't expect Kevlar to ask about her age from so many questions.

Whether the man was starting to feel uncomfortable with their relationship because of the large age difference even though Quitta herself wasn't sure what their relationship was.

"Eighteen, why did you ask that?"

Kevlar smiled back. He dared to pull Quitta's left hand which was in the girl's lap.

Quitta, who didn't think Kevlar would do that, couldn't dodge. After all, it would look arrogant if she immediately brushed off Kevlar's hand that was touching her.

Kevlar clasped his hands on the frozen girl in front of him. But he didn't take into account other more important things. The touch of their skin had made both Kevlar and Quitta's hearts flutter. Encouraging Kevlar to do more than he already does.

The girl did not deny that the touch had awakened her pent-up feelings for Ghaza.

Not stopped there, Kevlar closer his face to Quitta and kissed the girl's cheek. Kevlar knew what he did wrong, and he prepared to accept the consequence. Even if the girl slapped him Kevlar would not dodge. But he has made sure the girl will not run away before he says his desire.

After the unexpected kiss, her brain sent an emergency signal and Quitta took her hand away from Kevlar's grip.

"Why? What are you doing?" Quitta inched herself against the car door. She tried not to be influenced by the kiss.

"I know you're surprised and maybe you don't like it. But I want you to be my girlfriend." Say Kevlar, straightforward and without much intro.

"Why?" Quitta asked, making an unprepared Kevlar look nervous.

"Because... I want to." Kevlar replied, which Quitta might have sounded perfunctory and unsatisfactory. But for now, that's the only reason that represents all his feelings.

He wouldn't brag or exaggerate his feelings, because that would be tantamount to tricking Quitta. But he hopes Quitta can accept his honest feelings.

Quitta was silent for a long time. If asked if she liked Kevlar, she would say 'yes' without a second thought. He was kind and caring like an older brother she didn't have, and mature like an uncle and nephew.

But to be a girlfriend ...

Quitta stared at Kevlar's face staring out the car window.

Feeling Quitta staring at him, Kevlar turned his gaze to Quitta. For a moment they stared at each other in silence.

"I'll give you some time, so you don't have to rush to answer."

"Yeah, okay," Quitta replied curtly.

"What?" Kevlar didn't understand where Quitta's answer was going. He looked at the girl, gesturing for Quitta to repeat her words.

But Quitta was reluctant to do so.

"Okay, so from now on we're going out." Kevlar said.

Quitta nodded and smiled awkwardly. The change in status made her uncomfortable, maybe after getting used to it everything will run normally.

"Let's sign!"

"Huh?"

Swept away by the situation, Kevlar kissed the pair of tiny lips deeply. Didn't give Quitta a chance to dodge. It wasn't until Quitta shoved his chest that Kevlar let go of his grip.

Quitta gasped, she didn't know how to catch her breath while kissing. Earlier when Kevlar bit her lips she held her breath for so long that she finally ran out of breath.

To be with the circumstances, Kevlar kissed a pair of petite lines in. Not to provide an opportunity for Quitta to avoid. It was when Quitta pushed his chest, that Kevlar released.

"Are you okay?" Kevlar asked, taking Quitta's hand and kissing it.

Quitta was speechless.

"Thank you, dear, for accepting me to be your boyfriend." He said and kissed Quitta's hand again.

All her life Quitta only loved her father and did not need the affection of the opposite sex before she knew Ghaza. And when her feelings for Ghaza are not reciprocated, Quitta is disappointed and hurt plus her best friend's betrayal. But now there is Kevlar who fills the void, even though she doesn't understand what she feels for Kevlar.

Because as she said earlier, Quitta did like the man and was comfortable enough to relate to. Love, however, is still too far away for Quitta to define those feelings for Kevlar. And she knew Kevlar felt the same way about her.

Evident from the man's answer when Quitta asked him why he wanted to make her his girlfriend. Quitta knew it was an honest answer that reflected his feelings for Quitta.

A lover's relationship doesn't have to be because of love, sometimes there is something more than just feelings involved.