"Damar, I'm level 5," Aruna shouted.

"Nope, level 2," Damar replied, standing in line for Aruna's favourite hot noodle order.

"No, I'm level 5."

"Three."

"Five."

"It's up to me to order level 3."

"Alight, I'll order it myself." Aruna was standing beside Damar.

"Why are you so stubborn today?" Damar ruffled Aruna's hair.

The girl spontaneously put away Damar's hand.

"Huuuh... if you knew how terrible my life was today." Aruna remembered the incident that made her angry.

She needed to wipe Hendra's lips touch with the burning taste of a level 5 hot noodle.

A slightly ridiculous act.

She needed to try it so that the incident disappeared from her memory.

"It was also a hard day for me." Said Damar softly.

He still remembered it very well as the CEO took Aruna when he was helpless.

"That's why I need level 5 if necessary, two bowls at once."

"Don't be crazy, remember your stomach!"

Just like Damar, the man hid his face, looking for something that can cover his identity, especially his blue eyes that always stole the show.

Unfortunately, it didn't work. The car was too clean.

Luckily, there were still glasses and a sheet of newspaper.

Hendra followed them. He then sat at the safest angle.

"Aruna, why are you eating so ferociously?" Aruna headed for the second bowl.

"Ah, you're really messy." Damar took a tissue and started to touch it on Aruna's cheek.

'What is the intended strategy?' (Good at behaving well in front of a woman?). Hendra muttered at the other end.

Somehow, Hendra was a big zero about these kinds of things.

"Don't bother me, Damar." Aruna protested.

"Al..right." He added.

"You are really a mess!" Damar insisted on tidying it up.

The man laughed when he saw Aruna's cheeks puffed up like a balloon with a noodle hanging down.

Aruna immediately emptied her mouth.

"Ahhhh… Spicy and delicious." Aruna exclaimed.

"For the sake of magic shells..." Exclaimed in unison.

"Ha ha ha." They laughed together, remembering happy memories of working together at the Magic Letter outlet.

A condition that had now become expensive.

On the other hand, Hendra closely watched them.

Aruna was very different when she was with him.

The girl always looked careful. Sometimes, she was even afraid. He thought that Aruna never laughed.

He only saw her small smile, a forced smile.

"You know what? This afternoon I ate too well until I forgot the food tasted good or not." Damar didn't understand what Aruna was saying.

"Aish... you don't understand."

"Well... you need to straighten your back. Then lift it like this." Aruna took a spoon of noodles, making a circular motion on the spoon.

She wrapped the noodles with a fork, making sure there were no significant drops of sauce, then ate it without ducking.

"And you can't talk until all these bowls are finished." (It's excruciating)

"Why don't you just be yourself?"

"If I could. They will consider me unethical." (And I'm a prospective daughter-in-law who had to protect my father's good name)

Aruna was getting gloomy. Her mind was filled with the idea that she would practice this etiquette for two years—inner stress.

"Heyy... your face gives me no appetite."

"Why are your noodles still full?" Aruna slipped her fork into the resin bowl.

The young man immediately hit the back of Aruna's hand with a spoon, protecting his food.

"I'm thinking of how to eat." Damar showed that he had been looking for a way to put the noodles in his mouth, keeping his face protected.

"If I'm like this." Damar lowered his scarf a little, showing part of his mouth.

He took the noodles in a fork.

"See, my scarf is going to get dirty." He couldn't eat it right away.

The dangling noodles would stain the scarf, of course, the scarf could no longer be used.

Aruna got the point.

"Or just like this."

Damar pulled his scarf up over his forehead, eyes, and upper face, leaving his pointy nose nostrils, and his wide-mouth.

"Ha ha ha." Aruna laughed at Damar's behaviour.

"Look! It works!" But his eyes were closed, and it was funny.

Aruna laughed again.

Damar did it on purpose to comfort Aruna. He really understood Aruna's face expression, whether she was depressed, sad, or happy.

Two years of having a one side-love made this young man good at reading the girl's faces whose hobby was hiding problems.

"Are you Danu Umar?!" Two teenagers suddenly approached.

They were holding a handphone.

Damar swiftly covered his face correctly, leaving his eyes, as well as a hat that began to be lowered, getting closed.

Aruna knew that Damar's identity should not be revealed.

"No!" Aruna firmly replied.

"I watched you from a distance. And I think your boyfriend really looks like Danu Umar."

"What's your problem if he looks like an artist?" Aruna denied.

"If he is not Danu Umar, why would he hide his face like that?"

Suddenly, the other teenager's voice rose.

Peeve.

Damar couldn't do much. Even speaking could reveal his identity.

"Brak." Aruna stood up and pounded the table.

This girl began to expertly threaten. It seemed like she learned it from a complicated situation with Hendra.

"What's wrong if my boyfriend covers his face? I told him to." Aruna's voice was just as high as the teenager before.

She made people around them turn around. And the guy on the other end gasped.

'Boyfriend?!' the word caused the newspaper to fall limply.

"What.. She's angry." The two foreign teenagers taunted.

"You started it..." Aruna's objection was touched on.

"Go away! Disturbers." Aruna teased them, shooing them away.

The two teenagers started to retreat, instead of dealing with strange women.

"Woo..." And now Damar was really surprised.

"You can be this rough, hah?!" Damar's first impression of seeing the girl in front of him behaving rudely.

It shocked him.

Aruna never showed a grim expression during their long friendship.

She didn't even have threatening words.

"I told you.. My life is hard right now," Aruna lightly replied.

'I learned all this from that crazy CEO!'

'Ah' Aruna seemed to remember something.

Could it be the touch of his lips influences her?

The sharp mouth transmitted its sharpness to Aruna's mouth.

The girl's mood was on fire.

"You were like a witch." Said Damar teasingly.

"Pluk." The girl who was on fire hit Damar's hat.

"Heyy.. your hand movements are rough too." The next surprise for Damar.

"I've even hit someone with this hand earlier."

"You want me to beat you?" Aruna added.

Damar gawked under the hat and the black scarf.

The young man shook his head.

"Are you really Aruna?" Damar was reassuring himself.

Aruna's behaviour was quite far from her habit.

"But I'm happy you called me a boyfriend."

"Hehe." Damar chuckled, his joy was shown openly.

Aruna's face seemed flat. She was lazy to respond and chose to continue eating.

"Hey hey, look!" The man shook Aruna's body, trying to get Aruna's attention.

Because it seemed important, Aruna agreed to the rhyme composer's request, glancing at Damar.

"Flowers are blooming, flying from my chest." Damar made unique movements with his hands, as if bursting and blowing flower buds.

"You have to harvest it quickly!!" Said the young man.

"Aish... What a typical literature student!!"

Aruna went back to eating her food wildly before getting cold, ignoring Damar who was still teasing her.

No matter how mischievous his behavior was, Aruna could no longer be angry.

That was what made this young man special.

Leaving an empty space in her heart when he disappeared, and warm again when he came.