Alima Basis

Greeting Ex In Uncle Sam's Country

Glup ! Alima gulped as she passed the street full of carts and food stalls dotting the streets of New York.

That delicious aroma disturbs his sense of smell.

Can't stand him running up to one of the fast food vendors, hot dogs.

Sure enough, once there the queue is so elongated.

If you wait, you will starve to death.

But only in this place did not drain his pockets much.

Wiu wiu....

Alima heard the siren of a police car moving closer to him, feeling the tone he heard getting higher.

Wearing bulletproof vests, head coverings, sunglasses, white shirts, and black tie.

They got out of the car slowly with a gun in hand.

Two officers secured the street food seller, another searched his stall for evidence.

And one of the officers looked at Alima so closely, the gaze lasted for 3 minutes.

His eyes shone like silver lightning as he looked at her.

In my heart, I regret this day. Of all the places in the world, why do you have to go back to my life, Alima?

Without further ado, the officer took her to the local FBI office for questioning.

Dag Dig Dug. The loud sound came from Alima's heartbeat as it entered the space with a dim light, and the narrow really made her tormented.

The officer smiled and let him sit down.

With a trembling body, palms began to sweat, occasionally closing both of his eyes casting off the shadows of death in wishful thinking.

"You don't have to be afraid, we just want you to tell the truth!" (You don't have to be afraid, we just want you to be honest) said an officer in front of him.

His eyes widened, making the uniformed man's nose wrinkle.

"What's your name? Where are you from?" (Who's your name? Where did you come from?) an officer showed white teeth.

"My name is Alima, I'm from Indonesia!" (My name is Alima, I am from Indonesia) explained Alima while rubbing her sweaty palms.

The officer snapped his finger at the table, "Indonesia is my dream country!" (Australia is my dream country!).

"What is food is good there?" (What good food is there?)

"Lots! There is a meatball, chicken noodles, chicken satay" says Alima counting food items with her fingers.

"Oh yeah fried rice! Mr. Barack Obama really likes it!" (Oh yes fried rice! Barack Obama really likes it!) The officer smiled faintly at Alima's words.

Instantly Alima felt her mouth being forced to follow the beat of the sound which slowly became a snatch.

"Why do you buy food in that place?" (Why did you buy food in that place?) the officer asked, his eyes looking, looking for if there was a trace of lies in my eyes.

Alima tried to be calm, "Because it's cheap and it feels good!" (Because it's cheap, and it tastes good!)

The officer managed to make the veins on Alima's face stiffen.

"Did you know that the food contains drugs?" (Do you know that food contains medicine?) obviously the officer came back to make Alima open her eyes wide.

His eyes were empty, a blank of his soul.  Officers immediately concluded Alima was involved in the case.

"Please believe me Sir that I am not a criminal!" (Please trust me sir if I am not a criminal!) bia tried to stop the officer.

Crutches.kruk.. Alima squeezed his stomach.

"You heard that sound?" (Have you heard that sound?) the officer suddenly stopped his steps.

"Sorry sir, it comes from my stomach!" (Sorry sir, it came from my stomach!)" alima lowered her face.

Then the officer took him to a room, where he met Samy Fajar Ahsa.

His ex-girlfriend was in High School.

With eyes wide open and mouth gaping, sweat stopped pouring out. Alima walked slowly towards Samy.

"Sam, so that was really you?" ask Alima.

"How are you, so arrogant!" alima continued to sing her lips.

"Important to me?" samy turned his face away.

Alima let out a heavy sigh, "Seriously Sam, after all these years we haven't seen each other and this is the first word I've heard from your mouth?"

"Don't you say you don't want to see me again?"

"Indeed, but it wasn't. Although there is no longer a bond between us, can we not be friends?"

"After what happened to me, you want us to be friends?" said Samy coldly with a sharp look in his eyes.

"Aren't you disgusted at taking back that trash?" samy made Alima's eyes blink rapidly. Samy left him alone.

But his steps came to a halt, as something tried to pull the vest attached to his body.

"Please don't do this, I said let go!" samy yelled back, but there was nothing there. Because it turns out the vest is stuck at the end of the chair.

By the old window, the feeling I had long ago thrown away, and disappeared.

Come back, not invited.

The police chief called Samy to discuss the current case.

Not only that, Samy also received strict sanctions because it was related to criminal gangs, which is meant by Alima.

He said he didn't know her at all.

Despite knowing Alima heard everything, Samy still did not care.

Alima was surprised, seeing Samy so much hate him.

"Sam wait, why did you say you didn't know me? Is it because we're exes, you're pretending to forget me?" alima said with great emphasis.

"You think I'm stupid, confessing to them knowing a criminal?" obviously Samy made a grim Alima's face.

Alima was upset, "Enough, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not a criminal!"

"Prove that what you say is true!" samy stepped away.

Alima Puspandari is not a figure who gives up easily, because Samy must know Alima left him not on his will but a choice.

Until finally found Samy sitting on a long bench in front of the waiting room.

His heavy footsteps rang out, Samy turned back for a moment, then turned back to face forward.

"Samy, I want to talk to you!"

"There's nothing to talk about anymore, and you shouldn't be here!" samy moved from his seat.

"Unfortunately I don't have the authority to get you out of here!" samy continued, his palm clenched like a boxer.

"Please Sam, this time you want to hear an explanation from me," urged Alima.

Samy turned her body, staring with a fiery look, "Which part? The part you left me with was without a word?"

Samy no longer wanted to hear Alima's excuses, and preferred to stay away.

Alima knows this is her fault, leaving Samy without clarity.

If only he had left no wounds

There is no sorrow for every child who has lost their parents.

"That's what you don't know, Sam, the truth" said Alima looking at Samy's back further away.

...~BERCONNECT~...