About A Taste

Jakarta

Every goodbye is painful. As strong as my energy to stem tears so as not to mbrebes mili. Anisa and Mommy always beg me to cry. I can't cry, if I keep crying, I can be sure I'm not leaving. I have to go back to pretending like I'm tough again.

After hugging for a while, I immediately went inside because the clock was already too tight. The officer to help persuade the pregnant woman who just kept hugging me. Hahaha, funny but also sad....

I looked back for a moment, Anisa was still crying, fortunately Mas Farhan calmed her down. Mother, she was seen wiping the rest of her tears while waving at me. Wait for your son to miss Bun, and bring home a future daughter-in-law who doesn't disappoint you anymore. Eaaa!kk!!!

"What's in this trunk alone deck?" Ask the check-in officer.

"That's a lot of time, I want to add more time. Will you help me with this later?" I answered, I had been so hard-earned to bring it. Fortunately, there were those who offered free rocks.

"Hahaha, alone deck? SMA in Jakarta?" Ask the officer again.

"I graduated from college one year ago Mas," I replied furious, from the call was adek-aduk.

"Oh my God, I still have High School..." Said the guard.

I immediately went to the waiting room to end the careless mas-mas officer, thankfully handsome. In addition, to rest the body for a moment. Because sleeping only briefly last night, imagining going to start a new life feels a little sad.

If usually I really enjoy air travel, this time I use to sleep. You can sleep sodaraaaa.

An hour is at the height. It finally landed on the capital's land. It hasn't set foot here in a long time. Waiting for old baggage. Many more! Who the hell goes into a lot of gini stuff? Though I was alone.

With a little recoso bin a pretty strong effort, I pushed his built-in trolley out of the airport. Wardah's been told by Caca that he can't pick up at the airport. As a result I had to book a taxi to get to his friend's apartment.

Okay fine! From now on must get used to dabbling in the congestion of the Capital City. Like this afternoon, where the hot, dusty, jammed air again. Almost an hour until now I set foot in a luxury building. Free of charge he got there, he could not enter because he did not have an access card.

"Assalamualaikum, what are you zeyeng? How's entry? I don't have an access card!" I spoke to Caca on the phone.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, hehehe, yes sorry Nis! I forgot, just a moment! Tut. tut's.ut's." Connection interrupted.

Asem! Even hung up. Cook I have to snack here? Can get rid of me this. Where the luggage is a lot more. It has become a self-display material. Duuuuh, continue to complain.

"Wa'alaikumussalam" I answered. For what! This guy is so handsome! After formal with a neatly wrapped coat. Emmm, just flirting with my faith.

"Mr? Hello!" Said Mas-mas.

"Eh! Da? What's up, Mas?" My toot.

"Is this Hito's guest?" Ask.

Suddenly made me frown feeling confused. Hito who? Without a second thought, I opened my salary and immediately contacted Caca.

"Ca!" Call me demanding.

"Hey! Don't yell peak! I asked my girlfriend to help me get you to my room, bring her in?" Ask Caca.

"This is the guy?" I asked, because it's a video call connection.

"Lho! The father! Hito told me Mr ta?" Ask Caca about the man. It looks like he is still young kinyis-kinyis, lha kok called father.

"Yes! Hito called me earlier," replied the man briefly.

"You follow that man! Guaranteed to be safe" said Caca who then turned off his phone.

"Come on" Get him ahead of me.

There is no intention of helping anyone at all! Oh no! I'm suudzon, it turns out he took a trolley and put a suitcase and bag on it. Ouh! Coocweet, encouraged dong with him.

I followed the guy to the reception desk, took the cardlock as it turned out. After that we took the elevator, quiet! Silent! It's like a grave. Sometimes he gets caught looking at me. Eaaaakkkk! Once upon a time you Dah.

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