ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XXXII: A Terrible Insult

Valentine's tragedy experienced by Andre suddenly affects the atmosphere of the contract. Maybe it was just my feeling, but the somber atmosphere became more and more obvious. The area in front of the TV seemed to lose its spirit. Andre became more and more locked himself in the room, reluctant to join us. Usually Andre is the most excited with exciting stories in the world of romance.

“Why Andre?” doni asked while opening the rice wrapper in front of the TV. The smell of the flesh rendang filled the room instantly. Oh, rice padang.

“Against her heart ...” my answer is short.

“Whose heart is the same? Could he be heartbroken? Usually matahin liver ...” gelak Doni.

“Udah do not need to kepo! He's like that most weeks.”

“We'll see later hihihi ..”

Doni back khushu’ enjoying his lunch. Actually my stomach is hungry, but I'm lazy to go out for lunch. All the stalls are perched neatly along the road to campus, almost all of which I've tried. Bit boring.

“Where's Monik?” tanyaku. There was actually a sense of slicing pain when asking this question.

“Well, all right. We're going to see The X Files tonight. Premiere again. ”

Doni has finished his lunch ritual. Next, he was sipping orange ice straight from the end of the plastic wrap!

“You guys are horrified ...”

“How's war? You're the one I snapped! The world we live in holds many mysteries. The film is brilliant, revealing a dark side of the world that is rarely told. Your brain is everywhere! Most watch soap opera doom!” hina Doni's.

Don't you?

Doni is notoriously sadistic when it comes to insulting business. Though I was known as a smart person, but arbitrarily he said my brain did not see the movie The X Files. This mystery genre film starring David Duchovny tells the story of revealing strange mysteries on the face of the earth. It is packed intelligently and requires deep thought. Unfortunately, Doni's accusation that I can't understand this film is an evil accusation!

Alright. I accept that terrible insult!

“Keren tau. In the movie, we know the mysteries of the world. Aliens, area 51, crop circle ...” cerocos Doni.

I was lazy to respond to Doni's words. It has already scratched this heart. The next minute he was engrossed in chattering about Monik. I think he's really insensitive. Showing affection with a girlfriend in front of a single person is a crime of humanity that must be severely punished.

That's according.

Uh, but actually it wasn't Doni's fault. I shouldn't have asked from the start about his relationship with Monik. Indeed, the heart of a single person is very sensitive, more than a woman who is PMS. Flinching a little, emotions can burn to burn sanity.

Shaking the phone broke my gloom. The flowers in the garden bloomed when they saw the name of the caller flickering on the screen. At least, the opportunity is always there. Allah has ordained His servants to be partners. So, I can't spend forever weaving my life alone.

Maybe this is my soul mate.

To answer the phone call, I immediately got out of the TV room. It's dangerous to hear the conversation from Doni. My one friend used to like to leak state secrets.

“Mas Abi where?” the soft sound of silk tickled the ears, awakening the spirit. Sounds on the other end.

“I'm hired again. You where is Ras?”

“I already nyampe Surabaya from this afternoon same father. Continue nyari kost. Tomorrow's Monday I've started work,” that reconciling voice I'm very familiar with. Nothing else, no.

Laracati.

“Wah, I look up to him, Ras. Where's father? Want to come by here?”

“Bapak has returned to Jombang, Mas. I got the kost ...”

“Kok wasn't the phone. I can help you turn on the hostel,” I put on my angel mask. I have to perform perfectly in front of Larasati.

“Nevent gone, Mas. It's not good to keep on ngrepotin Mas Abi. Mas Abi is a student, of course, every day a lot of tasks and learning. Ntar is afraid it even bothers,” Laras explained.

“Ngot bother. We live in the region. We should help each other because we are from the same village. If there's anything, just say it. Who knows I can help,” my bargain.

“Iya Mas's. But it doesn't seem like it for the moment. Oya Mas, tomorrow Mas Abi is at what time?” ask Laras.

“I have a pouch from the mother until tomorrow, I want to go there to give this deposit.”

“Oh, don't bother, Race. Let me just take that shit. All right, let me know your boarding,” my mode.

“Yeah, Mas? Well, I was visited. But it seems like the boarding mother did not enter the room you know mas,” said Laras.

Duh.

It's so innocent Laras. I know the rules too. I'm not going to go into a girls' room.

“Yes we chat on terrace only, Ras!” my toilet.

“Oke Mas, I'll send you the address later,” Laras voice sounds enthusiastic.

Our conversation is over. The rest of the conversation is not important.

From that short chat, I became somewhat relieved. The presence of Laras in Surabaya makes me feel not alone. At least, if there's anything I can ask for her help. One of the happiness of someone who lives abroad is when we meet people who live in the same hometown.

So, complete already. There's a super good Dahlia, there's a Laras whose softness is like sow sugar on a donut. Unfortunately there is one less.

My Albert Einstein, Lusi Handayani.

When Laras sent me his boarding address, suddenly his head became dizzy. The address given looks so foreign. I am also still blind to this Surabaya area. Fear of getting lost.

Because I don't want to bother, I have to think of a way to meet Laras without being too bothered. As usual, I was compassionate to my all-round God of Helpers. Who else if not Dahlia?

He is a native of Surabaya. Compared to me, she must know this address better. In the aftermath, I tell you the chronology. Starting from the background of Laras, the reason Laras came to Surabaya, and my reason why I had to meet with Laras.

“This address I don't know, Lia. Later I was even straying. Can you help me find the address, right?” a little begging me to ask Dahlia for help.

This is what I call lowering a little self-esteem.

“I know the hell the area here. We will look for them together. Pity also if the delivery from your mother does not arrive. What time do you want to leave?”

Alhamdulillahot.

Dahlia had no objection to driving. At first I thought he would be jealous of Laras. There was not a hint of jealousy on his face.

“Later yes, home college . Around five o'clock in the afternoon.” replied I enthusiastically.

“OK. But I go home first. Shower first let it not smell!”

“Still Dahlia ...”

After thanking me, I took a step to leave Dahlia. I'm afraid he's asking weird questions about Larasati. The less information about Baras, the better.

Unfortunately, my worry happened.

“Bi, that girl is your boyfriend huh?” search Dahlia later.

His face remained calm, without burden. Instead, my face spontaneously changed. The question is simple but makes deg-degan.

“Oh, no! Nope. He's a neighbor in Jombang. He was the one who sent the cake when you came to my house in Jombang. Remember, no?”

“Yes forgot it! I will not look at your neighbor to the extent. But even if he's your girlfriend, that's okay. You think I'm jealous?” Dahlia smiled coldly.

Holy hooch! How can he read my mind?

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