BARA (Baskara Wounded in Missing)

Chapter 7's

What a bitch doesn't know the time, if so maybe Baskara's a shitty person in the whole time

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The scorching sun hit the cornea of the eye Missing even from a window half covered by a bookshelf. Missing to open her eyes, she felt still sleepy especially after the trip home from Singapore and after a series of events that made her almost cry, this morning her big baby again whined. He had opened the doors of the library Missing while continuing to ask for food, whereas there was a cereal that he could pour hot water and make his own milk no need to scream like in the forest.



Longing to rise lazily he tidied up his blanket, after which he walked out to see the living room was already messy with the former ciki ciki on the floor. What a bitch doesn't know the time, if so maybe Baskara's a shitty person in the whole time.

Longing to choose silence, arguing with him will add to a long problem. After all he was not good at arguing, only good at brain matters. Miss chose to boil hot water and pour milk over a bowl and then pour hot water that she boiled with her cereal. There are no conversations like "good morning dear" or "how you sleep" ah never expect the word seromatis on them.

"Small, iron my clothes, I have morning classes, where the lecturer is flat like a plywood again"

It was indirectly a sentence aimed at Missing. Not just a perception but it was for him because the lecturer of the first course was himself.

"Where are you going to wear clothes?" while picking up the trash Miss asked in a soft tone.

"Emmm. It's up to you" said Baskara while eating his cereal. Miss throwing piles of used ciki on the garbage box and walking into the room her husband ralat his big baby to take clothes. At first he was confused because there were so many clothes hanging from the closet, he was not that many women even though the walk in closet was both one but Baskara clothes were more dominating.

So miss choosing the box shirt that she ironed, it seems Baskara has finished breakfast because of the sound that echoed in the room he was heading to this room.

"Where?" the word Baskara turns its hand towards Rindu. He gave Baskara a box of black clothes and pants.

"Tok this, I don't want to, over" exclaimed Baskara protesting against Miss's choice.

My God, this twin brother Patrick is really annoying, just said whatever Miss now protest, good to say he chose himself.

"So which one do you want?" tanya Missed in a patient tone. Yes, Miss must be patient in front of this big baby whose brain is a small child and his soul is a mental hospital patient.

"Kaos" said Baskara as he stood.

"You choose yourself, I'll cut"

"Kok tell me, the wife elo" roared Baskara did not accept

Yasudah Rindukan choose the origin of black t-shirts that are in the hangers Baskara. When he finished he gave it to Baskra.

"Gue doesn't want that shirt, you're crazy. If I go to college, pack a shirt that can be mistaken for me"

Why not try fitting the shirt out of the closet, so miss not tired tired of the nyetrikanya. If the gini is tired.

Miss taking the origin of any clothes in the closet and ironing almost 4 clothes. Let the big baby whose soul the soul of the mental hospital patient choose.

"Gue wants to pack this" Baskara persuaded on the shirt box ironed box Miss first time.

Waita? Seriously. He's either crazy or some kind of freak. He said he didn't want to pack it after almost an hour and he said he'd make the first shirt. Like Patrick Gini gini amet.

Miss clenched both her hands near Baskara's face. He was worried about the man's behavior.

"As far as you are, I want to take a shower" said Miss chose to leave Baskara who laughed with satisfaction.

"Woy you don't forget about our agreement, no one can really know about this matchmaking"

Baskara's voice echoed throughout the room, either Missing to hear or not but it seemed so because the door of the room had just been violently closed by him.

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All right, the first disaster is he has to get up early and prepare food for his big baby, the second Malapeta she had to clean the entire living room and the third she had to iron a pile of her husband's clothes that were more worthy of being called a child. And now oh ghost, for the sake of Neptune long to be left behind when the girl did not bring the car exactly the car she had not taken at her mother's house. Now I miss having to find a taxi.

The good news is Miss stood for almost half an hour but not a single taxi crossed the street in front of her.

Whether by chance or what but Wirawan's car from the right stopped in front of Miss, he lowered the car glass to better recognize it.

"Wirawan"sahut Longs

"Need a ride?" tannya

They arrived at the campus after 8.35 minutes, of course Miss is too late to go to class. He is usually never late at all. Hunt to the class, miss the road a little hasty until

Bruckk

I miss falling on the floor with books scattered. Although he was arrogant and wanted to swear but his mouth still he could control well, this was on Campus. Longs to look up to look at the haughty man who ruffled his waist while grinning the horse after he pursed his lips as if he was in a funny aeygo.



"Mom, don't you papa? "

Rama helps Miss to stand up while Baskara who hit him actually has no guilt or anything like that.

"It's okay" said Miss immediately tidied up her book and walked eleventh, there were no two steps she turned back

"Why not go in? I will start the course" he said without glancing at Baskara again.

Right in the classroom, the atmosphere that had been rowdy immediately returned to calm. Missed tidying up her book on the table, and then she started her college eyes again.

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A sigh came out of his nose after 10 o'clock he finished teaching. I miss walking a little more casually to her class. But not until the room misses, the girl holds her stomach because she feels pain in the area.

Oh ghost, not satisfied the incident this morning turned out Magh Rindu relapse, hurried the girl walked towards his room and look for drugs. It turned out that the medicine was not in the room, he only remembered that from this morning he had not eaten any food.

When he was about to get up, either Wirawan from where but the man walked into his room and opened the room Missing with a bright face, in his hand there was a pile of paper and a laptop that he had brought. Maybe he would work on a campus activity proposal, but his casual expression turned a little worried as he stared at the pale face of Miss

"Mother miss pappa?" wirawan asked with a worried tone.

Stupid if Miss says she's okay, the proof is that she currently feels pain in her stomach area. Although with a flat face he immediately said as relaxed as possible "magh I relapse“

"Wait a minute I'll take the medicine"

Wirawan passed somewhere, at least Miss no need to worry because he is a doctor who doubles as a lecturer.

A few minutes to endure the pain Wirawan came carrying two pieces of bread, water and medicine magh.

"Drink first" Wirawan suggested giving his water. Missing according to all the advice of Wirawan, he had taken his medicine and ate the bread. But his stomach pain did not go away.

"You're going to the hospital?" tawar Wirawan because seeing Rindu did not change his expression of pain.

Miss is only able to shake her head, anyway even if she went to the hospital medicine given by Wirawan and the doctor there will remain the same.

"Rest first ma'am, otherwise I'll take you home. Let me let you do it with Miss Dela"

Ms. Dela's curriculum section board is usually she who handles absentee lecturers. If the lecturer will permit it will usually contact Dela.

"No need, just fine"

Missing does not want to make Wirawan worried because the pain is a little less.

"But magh is not as easy to cure other pain ma'am, the pain will not be as fast as it goes away" explained Wirawan.

I miss trying to******* smile but failed because he was not good at it. When Wirawan was still panicking his phone vibrated. I don't know who the caller who clearly looks Wirawan's face is much more anxious than before

"I have an emergency patient. Sorry I can't take long. Mom wants me to call the students to have someone take care of me"

"No need sir, you'll be fine"

"If there's anything call me"

Wirawan passed away leaving his laptop and the pile of paper on his desk Missing, that means he will come back later in this room.

Longing still stared at Wirawan's departure with great pain in his stomach area. He chose to put his head on the table, his tears had escaped without being prevented by the driver. The most painful thing for Miss is when her disease relapse arrived and it was because of the work of Baskara who told her to please.