ALYA DIARY

82

PoV

"He's online, I chat Ah.."

I pressed the letters on my phone's keyboard and sent them to Ms. Alya.

In my heart there is a fear of not being responded to by Him but papa I did not try.

Not long ago the Messenger that I sent to Bu Alya finally got a reply as well.

Smile on my lips, it feels good also in the response of my message. But after that I was confused about what else to talk about.

I write, I delete again, I write, I delete again.

Ahhe.... Until I turn my head.

Why is this so, until I fall asleep on my own.

Wake up in the morning I open again medsos and without any message from Him, what should I do.

Why am I so confused gini, even more confused times so gerogi gini even though only through social media how if you chat directly with Him.

Why are you Angga...

Do I like him???

That question filled my head.

But I don't know him yet, if you look at him as good, independent and a very responsible type of person.

I'll find out first, about him.

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Alya finished a video call with her best friend during High School and tomorrow wants to fill the new year with them just let go of longing and enjoying the holidays.

He reopened his social media without returning****** that came out of his mouth.

"That's it.."

Alya also became lazy he chose to continue watching television only and let his phone lay.

Towards midday adhan dhuhur reverberated Alya immediately took ablution for dhuhur prayer.

"Mr..."

Dani's voice just came home from her friend's house.

"Yes, if you enter the house greetings do not shout."

"He he he... Assalamualaikum says. Where's Mama's going."

" Waalaikumsalam, the same father's mother is besan."

"Bak's hungry, make noodles."

"Eat that vegetable still."

"Lazy, make it up to you."

"Ihhh. Boil it yourself."

Alya left her sister to go to the kitchen even though she said that she actually did not have the heart with her sister.

"And.. Dani's."

"Yes Ma'am, this boiled itself has already heated the water, Mbak want to pray."

"okay."

Alya left Dani who boiled noodles in the kitchen He headed to the room to perform Dhuhur prayers.

"Okay, not free."

"Yes, tomorrow if Mbak brought gifts also not free."

Jerky Alya.

"Yes, very stingy."

Groused Dani.

Alya finished praying out of her room and saw Dani already eating noodles in front of the television.

"Where And."

"Here, Madam."

"Ha ha ha ha... Thanks." Thanks."

"Begging to be made instead tell me to make it."

Dani with her lips.

"Mal Dan, the sincere."

They both enjoyed lunch together even though just instant noodles felt very refreshing.

Finished eating Mie, feeling sleepy Alya went into the room and lay down herself.

It feels like you want to rejuvenate then heard the notification of incoming messages.

"Who the hell is."

Alya got up and took her phone.

"This number.."

Alya looked at the message that went inside her phone but had not opened it yet. The number that sent the message was nameless but in Alya's memory He was very familiar with the number that sent the message.

"Not really bad for him either."

Grouser Alya.

"OK Alya, usually ladenin what he wants."

Alya opened the message.

"Hi Mbak Alya, how are the bikes changing now."

As the message.

Alya frowned she felt like she had never changed motorcycles.

"You go get him, what do you want this kepo."

Alya spoke her own thoughts so negatively with the person who sent the message.

"Reply, let's try if he bales again later."

Alya typed out a reply message.

"Who changes Mang. Motor is just that one, too."

After sending a reply message, Alya put her phone away because her eyes felt very sleepy.

"Prude people want to sleep."

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