Antonym Intellect, Synonym of Dearest

Antonym Intellect, Synonym of Dearest
Oddities



No, not popular,


More precisely the fate of people is unlucky.


I don't like being popular because it makes it hard for me to move and be myself. And damn, I even married the dreams of girls like club. Whether in which club, it can be in all clubs in Jakarta.


“Sick Claudia..” lamented when we were already inside the fence. He rubbed his ears. I see across the fanfare still going on.


“So... You date that girl?”


“Hm,”


“Ariel?” press me.


“The girl slept with me, and the guy likes the girl. At that time the girl said she did not like because being chased continuously with the guy, yes I assume they have nothing to do.”


“Typical you yes,” teaseku.


“You know me. If they were really dating, I wouldn't fuck her. There are still many other girls who are single and can be invited to work together.”


“Cooperation on bed”


“Can we not discuss this?”


“Can kooook, hold my bowl.”


I'm dragging the fence. Then I fell silent.


I watched the lock lock.


Open-ended.


Wasn't I padlocked?


Then I looked up and I looked at Ariel. He was eating noodles from my bowl. And I see he doesn't hold the key.


Does Ariel have a spare key?


I checked my keys, the padlock spare key is still hanging on my key chain, I have not had time to divide the keys.


“Claudia..” Ariel called. I'm still not sidetracked from the lock. I observe, there's no sign of forced open.


“Why are you panicking?” hiss Ariel.


“You were out, jump the fence?” my many.


“I'm not a thief. The fence you left open is almost half. Danger knows, we are indeed in the complex but it is very close to the highway. Even though you are just to the other side, don't be rash, dear.””


I immediately deg-degan.


“I've lock, even I padlock. You sure it's open almost half of it?!” my many. ‘Open nearly half’ that means ‘open very wide’ in my imaginative version.


“Yes there's no way I jumped the fence. At best I call you up ahead there, if it's really locked.”


I looked across Warmindo. I sat back at the house, but Warmindo's brothers should have seen who went in and out of my fence because the brother was standing in front of me.


The fence wasn't too high, just my neck. I see there, there is still a debate with the visitors. But the sellers...


They seem to be watching us.


I go straight for the creeps.


I fear the wicked more than the devil.


Even more afraid if there are bad people who are loyal. It was no longer a human being who could defeat him.


“Log in..” hisisku while locking the fence padlock, this time I took a photo if I locked the lock. It is displayed at any time.


Then I looked at the corners of the house, I could not find the cctv.


Either nothing, or cctv in some other form. As it is planted on the wall, or furniture or. live cctv. Alias there is a person or something observing our house.


Now we arrive at the house.


I sit at the bar.


“Diam.” My fizz.


Ariel quiet. But while sipping his noodles.


“I mean, silence that is completely silent.” I said.


She's quiet.


That night in our house was quiet.


Until we could hear the commotion of a young couple fighting across the street, at a warmindo stall.


AC machine sound.


Machine humidifier sound.


The sound of vehicles passing in front is normal.


But in the middle of it, there was the sound of chat.


Like the fathers were patrolling, and they chatted loudly. Yeah like that.


The sound of people talking


This house is in the middle of the courtyard, and our left-right mansion, There can't be the voice of the neighbor's security, the time of his voice got here.


I looked at Ariel.


Ariel was looking at me too.


Then he took his phone.


I leaned my body a little to find out what he was looking for.


I saw him open a google map.


For a moment I waited, he finally showed me a photo of the front area of the house. There is the same warmindo. Same banner, same atmosphere, just...


Seller's different.


Two old men.


And they said they've been selling there for 15 years. But they are young.


Kudukku langusng bristles.


“Pack-pack..” Ariel types so on her phone and shows her hape screen. “But try to keep your movement calm. Do not take a call from your mother.”


I'm nodding. Then I also ticked underneath. “Do not use your car. We take taxis online only.”


“Malah is suspicious because we have a car but why book a taxi online.” Ariel. “I called Raden Arya, ask to pick up.”


I smiled cunningly. Raden Arya.the right decision!


**


Raden Arya picked us up about 30 minutes later. His arrival was quite striking. Three black Jeep cars, and some guys.


I also saw that his name Artemis was coming.


The more I see, the more handsome this guy is?


Her soft face does not match the tattoos she has, let alone her eyes are cute and friendly.


His jaw was firm and his body was high! Why did you talk about Artemis?!


I am a married woman.


But it felt like these eyes were eager to stare at his figure from top to bottom, and again and again.


And suddenly Artemis's gaze came toward me,


We looked at him for a while, then he smiled faintly.


I took a step back, not strong. Feels deg-degan.


Only he was the one who first looked at me not directly into my chest.


Then I looked towards Ariel.


He was looking at me with raised eyebrows, and both his hands were folded in front of his chest.


Walah... I got caught again flirting with another guy!


“Serious Claudia?” whispered cynical.


“Khilaf,” hisisku direct.


“Wear the horse glasses there!” his nag.


Baron shook Ariel's hand and hugged me. “Healthy you?” tanyakanya.


“Mentalku hurts,” mumbled.


Baron chuckles.


“You guys stay here now? Not so take the heritage house dong?” ask Baron.


We cringe.


“Hah? How?” ask us in unison.


“Ya if you already have my own home anyway okay-okay.” Said Baron. “So the house in Cibubur can be transferred to another. Many of our families also have a“


“Shortly!” kuput. “So this house, which we stepped on, is not the heritage house of Mbah Rangga?”


“Not, the house that was planned for you is in Cibubur.”


“Said Mr. Abel and Mr. Johan, this house is our heritage house, It belongs to Bu Kencana he said! Bu Kencana even contemplated this house so we could occupy.”


“Oh, this is Kencana's bu house apparently? When did he buy it?”


“Laaaah instead of us!” me and Ariel again.


“Yes he will be in Italy continuously, before a bit of ogah return to Indonesia otherwise I leverage the problem of gold there is no way he is here. Why does he have a home here?”


We can only be tense hearing it.


And apparently Baron noticed our turmoil.


“Kuantar home...who is it?”


“Papahku aja, there is a lot of security.” Ariel said as she reflexively hugged my shoulder. “We are in position insecure and was-was.”