Who's Gia?

"Ha!!" Raja opened his mouth wide. He completely forgot to refuel. "Then, Dalton filled fuel at the orange pump, right?"

"Big No! On the side of the road, haha .. the problem was already breaking."

"Aargghh! My car...!" Raja grabbed his hair in a huff, followed by Amita's loud laughter.

"So don't get angry all the time. You have to be good with your cousin."

"Pftt, tomorrow I have to go to the car repair shop, and, you have to ... accompany me, Bae."

"Well, how come I brought it with you. I'm lazy waiting for you in the car repair for hour by hour."

"I see, that means if you ask for got to the salon, I don't want to shuttle you again!"

"Boo," whined a spoiled Amita. "You can go with Dalton, right? He refills your fuel carelessly .."

"It could be that my ears broke if I took him, I kept listening to his babble all day long.

"Hahaa ... well, well, well, I'll line you up tomorrow, Boo.."

Amita took a sip of the hot chocolate bit by bit. She then checked his watch, confirmed the time. "Boo, I have a photoshoot in an hour, if for example it's still raining, it's okay to just break through. I can change clothes there."

"Huh!" Raja annoyed, "So why you gave the car to Dalton?"

"It's okay .. poor kid, let him pamper Gia once in a while."

"Eh, are they dating? Not yet, right?"

"Dalton? ... with Gia?"

"Yes, Bae! Who else!"

"Ahaha .. sorry, I failed to focus, Boo. Ummm .. not yet, still close to her, he said. How dare you, you are the older cousin, how come you don't even know your younger brother."

Raja pulled one corner of his lips together, "Yes he ever told me, but maybe when I sleep, ahahaa!"

Light conversation, full of laughter was created between them, until there were thirty minutes left before the shooting time. "Bae, let's go, leave. I'll be late," invited Raja to leave the place.

He draped his jacket over his left elbow, and extended his right hand to his girlfriend.

"Come on," Amita accepted Raja's hand and walked towards the exit after nodding goodbye to the maid who stared at him leaving.

No need to pay, Amita is the owner of the cafe. She just didn't want to appear so conspicuous as a businesswoman so her appearance was almost casual. The two of them arrived at the parking lot, looking for each other's location for Dalton's motorbike.

The rain receded a little, leaving puddles at some point. "Bae, are you sure you want to ride a motorbike?" looked at Raja seriously.

"Yep, Boo, it's gladden. Which one is Dalton's motorbike? Isn't that black?" She pointed at a large tank motorbike that has a red stripe on the right and left of the body.

"Yes," replied Raja briefly.

Amita had not yet realized the important thing that was on Raja's mind. His hand was pulled by Amita, who was enthusiastic about motorbikes this time. Her eyes sparkled like a child who had just gotten candy. She quickly put on his leather jacket. His smile did not subside at all. Amita is really cheerful.

"Bae ..." Raja couldn't continue his words, "Wait a minute," he continued.

Still with rounded eyes, Amita dressed the Raja's jacket deftly. "We have plenty of time to go around first .. is it okay Boo?"

"Bae, but, the problem is, umm .." Raja was confused, Amita was also not aware.

"No problem, it's okay, a little drizzle, a little splash, we won't fade, hahaa!" Raja fell silent, waiting for Amita to stop her movements.

"Come on, let's!" Amita yelled once again.

"Wait ... wait ... think about it."

"Huum .. yes, why?"

"Here .. how can a motorbike run without a key?" Raja lightly tapped the front of Dalton's motorbike, who stood upright as if making fun of the two lovebirds whose faces suddenly turned ridiculous.

"Hell !!! Daamnn !!! Dalton !!! Yeehhhh ... sucker ...!" Amita screamed, cursing at Dalton incessantly.

"Ahahaa .. we got 1-1 !! You know now, Dalton really moron. Hahaaa!"

"Damn! His face is just so cute. Because of that, he forgot me, he hasn't given the motorbike keys to me yet. Shit! Shit! Shit! Call Dalton fast, Boo!"

It was Raja's turn who couldn't stop laughing. He saw the funny face of his lover who was angry, annoyed, and cursed without pause. "Let's just take a taxi, instead of you being late. Uncle Larry will get angry later."

"Huh! I'll cut Dalton's dick when I find him!"

Raja kept on laughing, smiled a little, then put his arms around Amita's shoulders. Replying to Amita's hug on Raja's waist, the two of them walked out to intercept a taxi.

Luckily, the distance between Flip Out Cafe and Amita's shooting studio is not too far away. In addition, the streets are empty after the rain.

"I shouldn't have a schedule today, Boo. It's just ... because a talent got sick suddenly."

"It's fine, right, we also don't have a destination tonight. Want to go to the movie, you don't fit into the film this week."

"Yes, thanks Boo."

The taxi they were riding in arrived quickly at the studio. Amita ran in, leaving Raja who still had to go to ATM to get cash. After ATM, he will return to pick up Amita at the studio.

Amita cleaned herself as she could and then changed into a light costume and make up according to the theme of this photoshoot.

Uncle Larry arranged everything for his favorite model. He has even prepared two servings of Amita's favorite beef marrow meatballs - also Raja.

"Where's your guy? I miss him, sooo muuchh ..." he asked with graceful hand style typical of sissy.

"He still have business for a while. You know .. beat his brother, hahaha .."

"Wait, what .. beat his brother? How can? What's the case, neii?"

"Haha no, Uncle. Just kidding ... his brother was annoying."

"Phew .. I really thought arm wrestling. Yeah .. definitely getting cooler, more handsome, my dearest Raja, uuuhh .."

Amita only replied to uncle Larry with an exasperated smile. She could imagine how horrified her boyfriend would be when uncle Larry stroked his arm. And often times, Amita actually teases his boyfriend to sit close to the producer, then ends up scolding Raja all the way home.

Uncle Larry's cell phone that was placed on the dressing table rang. Amita helped get him, after uncle Larry ordered her to. His eyebrows were briefly knit together because she accidentally read the name on the screen. She seems familiar with that name. But it was immediately brushed aside, because she thought only about the similarity of names.

"Hello, darling, what's wrong? Is it good?" the conversation between uncle Larry and the caller was heard.

"Aaahh .. no problem, darling. The replacement talent has arrived. Someone I often tells to you. The person is here."

"..."

"Yes, take care darling, take care of your health. No problem."

The short conversation ended. Amita tries not to be caught if she eavesdrops. She's pretentiously busy playing with her cellphone.

"Babyyy .. let's start," he asked.

"Ehem .. who just called, Uncle?" Amita felt curious, why did her producer call herself implicitly to the person on the other side of the phone.

"New talent. The sick one is babyyy .."

"Oh yes, who's her name, Uncle? I've never met her, huh."

"His name is Giani. Next week you have a schedule together."

"G- Gia? Giani?" Amita muttered to himself. "Is that Dalton's Gia? Is that sick? Did Dalton pick her up to take him to the doctor? Ah, maybe different people."

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