Descriptions [Drabble Group]
35 & 36

"... Indra?"

Looking up from the file he was signing, Indra did not blink to see Indri standing in the doorway of their workspace.

The problem is, only Indri's head is poking out from behind the door. Like refusing to enter. "sorry. I'm bothering you, aren't I?"

"No." Indra rested her pen and smiled faintly. "Why stay there? Entry only. What's the problem?"

Indri stepped in rigidly. Both of his hands were folded backwards. The direction of his gaze more towards the carpet of the room. He arrived in front of Indra's table and awkwardly asked, "... Anu .. do you like the smell of flowers? Or something?"

Indra returned unblinking. Not understand. "Huh?"

Indri suddenly flutter and avoid Indra's gaze. "I'm just asking. Do you like to smell the flowers? Just like your favorite thing about black tea?"

It felt like there was a sign of the question, but Indra was not yet fully sensitized. "... luckily." He immediately added, "remember the rose garden behind my house first? Because that's also."

Indri nodded his head. He quickly smiled. "so." He's getting ready to go. "Just continue with your work. Sorry to interrupt-"

"Wait." More curious, Indra immediately rose and approached Indri. "What are you hiding, anyway?"

Indri did not have time to dodge when his arm was pulled out by Indra. The thing hidden in his hands was immediately visible.

Indra's turn was stifled.

"I found it .. in your cape," Indri said nervously. The woman immediately handed the thing to Indra. "M-Sorry! I didn't mean to tease your stuff-"

Indra actually held the object in Indri's hands. Ignoring that one of his embarrassing secrets had already been uncovered by his wife, the man hissed in the shade, "You know why I always carry this?"

Indri looked up, but what was found was Indra who immediately whispered in his ear.

Only able to blush, Indri did not mind it anymore-why there can be a preservation of orchids connected with pocket chains on Indra suits.

***

For the first time, Indri saw Indra coming home with a face so sour and irritated.

"They don't work. I told you to take care of the presentation material immediately, but there are still many less." Indra was constantly upset. The man fell on the bed - still in a full-saking tired suit. "Not to mention some of the discussion participants that I really want to stick to. Their words are so annoying. What kind of manners are they taught?"

Indri sat next to the man and could only grimace. Indra had never been this chatty so irritated. "You did what you should. Maybe they're not intentional."

"certainly intentionally. I don't care if they don't like me - but don't bother me." Indra exhaled a rough and irritated breath. His arm covered half of his face. "God. This should all be done in a day. They screwed everything up. Everything's ruined. Don't they understand how hard I've been designing?"

Indra's grunts are increasingly unclear and like talking to yourself.

Indri sympathizes. He rubbed Indra's arm slowly. "You'd better get some sleep" she asked softly.

The swipe also silenced Indra. Slowly showing back his disheveled face, the man stared at Indri for a moment. "Darling," she called tired, "lay next to me."

Indri almost fell silent. Indra very rarely calls him ‘Sayang’. Once that happened, Indra was pleading sincerely. The woman also fell down next to Indra.

Directly inching closer, Indra grabbed Indri's waist from the side and drowned the face on the woman's shoulder. Indra immediately breathed more relaxed. No more noise and grunts. The man was completely calm.

Indri could hear their heartbeats in the silence of the room. Especially her heart that was beating comfortably. Next to his hand rubbed Indra's head slowly.

Indra also tightens the grip. "I guessed it," he said. "Only you can cure me."