100 Days of Loving You

What an astonishing reality

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Dor... Dorr.... Dooor!

A very rude sound knocked on the door of Intan's house, forcing her to wake up this morning.

"Washer! Out you!" his screeches.

Intan tried to open her eyes, although it was still so heavy. Stretched out his body, and looked at the roof of the house that was shaking because of it.

"I hate waking up in the morning. Moreover, in this way." he murmured.

He then got down from his bed, and opened the front door with all the commotion.

"Who the hell, ngawur ngawok people's house early in the morning" he said, while covering his face from the sun.

Byuuuuu...! Someone doused his face with water.

"Crazy woman! Should you be called a woman? Bahlan you can never appreciate yourself, and other girlfriends." she said, and she was Mama Fadli, who didn't seem satisfied with last night's conversation.

"What the fuck? How dare you like this!"

"Now tell me, where's my son? Answer!" pekik me.

"Children, what is the name of that child to me? Am I the baby sitter? Therefore, the child is taken care of and taken care of properly, do not work mulu." My sergeant.

He ran with emotion, directly grabbing my hair with all his might. I tried so many times to take it off, but it was so hard. Until finally, I grabbed her back hair, and pulled it with my hands.

" Aarrrghhh!" his strangulation was in pain, and reflexes released his hands on me.

"You know, I hate it the most when my sleep is disturbed. Moreover, it is disturbed by something unimportant like this." I said, while continuing to pull his hair firmly.

"Aarkh, sick_let me go. It doesn't matter to you, but to me it's important. He's my son, my only son."

He did not answer again, now he could only cry bitterly regretting his actions. Subjecting my face, and even kneeling before me.

"I want my son, where is he now?" her crying.

I entered without paying attention.

I looked for her diary that was left in my house at the time, and gave it to the woman.

"Here, Fadly's diary. He is now at the age of puberty. So, must often be accompanied, guided and given understanding. Honestly, I don't know where she was, I last saw her yesterday. And what I'm saying is, just to keep the friends who bullied her quiet."

"Di-bully?"

"Yes... At school he was quiet, no friends, and a place to share grievances."

"My son.." His cry grew so, hugging the book in his chest. He roared a deafening roar that I still wanted this calmness.

"Go home. Who knows, after you read that book, you get a clue where he's going."

"L-yes... Yes, thank you, I left" he said, then ran away and left me.

"Such like that sometimes. If it does not exist, then it is only sought under the ants. The turn is there, in the diemin, and almost never in the urinals. Basic clutter." I grumbled.

I went in and took a shower because my body was wet. In fact, it was almost dry because of the quarrel earlier. I don't want to catch a cold, because I can't work in a state like that.

" Yeah.... Shower, can't sleep anymore!" my peek.

I put on my hoddie jacket, grabbed my waist bag, and grabbed the Bu Tutik motorcycle parked on the front porch.

"Where are you? Abis noisily, immediately squealed." he reprimanded.

"Find out the wind, rather than in kerokin ntar. Ugly my body." answered me, then left.