
Back home, Brian got some incoming messages. New numbers keep popping up, it seems like my junior brother when UAS has dared to spread his mobile number to his friends.
The spam message he kept ignoring, but among them there was one that looked important. From the AFC group, this afternoon he did have a schedule for training, he immediately took a shower and prepared himself.
From 3 to 5, Brian spends time with his futsal friends. Now, Brian has gone home and has taken a shower, he is resting his body. It feels a little sore, he wants Sinta to come and massage his body with a plus massage.
"Tok. tok.."
Suddenly the door to his room was knocked. Brian was immediately surprised, was that Sinta? The blood of Europeans who came from Australia?
"Brian, what are you?"
Mm. no, that's Mom's voice, after all where Sinta might come these nights. Brian let his mother in while he was still lying down.
"Geez Brian, I just wanted to ask you." Said Mom as she entered her room.
"Huh?" Brian looked at his mother, wondering what she meant.
"This is a glass why are you stacking in your room? Pantesan under stay a little. Haaha.. Where do you think." Said Mom looking at the pile of glasses on the table.
"Oh yeah, forgot Mom." Brian said without sin.
The intention of his heart was to use one glass to go back and forth to fetch water down. But when he was downstairs and thirsty, he picked up a new glass and brought it into the room. The cycle continued to occur until it made the glasses slowly queue in his room.
"That again, why did your sofas move here? And again, that's garbage you've piled up why haven't you thrown it away?" Omel Mother who was about to take a glass.
"No need to take Mom, I'll bring myself down, all I wash." Brian feels bad.
"Now ah, I don't like seeing your room messy like this." Mom kept taking the glass.
"Yes Mom here let me."
Brian had to get out of bed. He cleaned the room and washed the glasses as well. After that, he spent a while with his mother. Then he went to the room when he was nearing his bedtime.
Brian's body still feels tired, this afternoon was quite draining energy as well. He should immediately charge by lying down and closing his eyes. Not forgetting he sent a message to Yuna, conveying what he heard while in the basecamp earlier.
The night was warm, there was no rain or wind, Brian slept soundly. But, around midnight, suddenly his phone made a sound.
"Aiyaiya am yor litel batteryplay.grin blek en blu, mek de kalers in de skay.. aiyaiya am yor litel batteryplay..."
It was noisy, the sound was followed by a vibration that Brian also felt on his cheek. Apparently when he fell asleep, he forgot to keep his phone away. Brian immediately picked up the phone and saw who called him at night.
"Guent."
The name of the contact came from. Then Brian raised it with a very sad feeling.
"Yan, you still up?" Wendy's on the phone.
"Here, just woke up." Brian said in a heavy voice.
"So I was in Basecamp saying, what are you like?" Ask Wendy.
"Huh? Not saying anything." Brian is still very desperate, he wants to end his call immediately.
"Seriously Yan, sorry if I call you malem-malem. I just want to talk about this same thing you doang, if immediately there must be Gilang same Anang." Wendy said at length.
Brian who was still there could not digest Wendy's words properly. For fear of being important, he got out of his bed to wash his face.
"Tar Wen, I go to the toilet first."
Brian left without paying attention to his phone. Before long he returned and sat on the floor so that his drowsiness did not come back to attack.
"Yan, to be honest, I'm suspicious of you. You probably know what I mean. I'm not angry with you. But please, if you ever make plans to make me the same as Yuna, stop there." Wendy surprised Brian. Instantly Brian immediately listened carefully to his words.
"Gue again dizzy Yan, do not add more dizziness. My relationship with Wita is not good anymore. Please, you understand, don't make my problem so complicated. You know I don't like it when anyone bothers me about my relationship?" Wendy.
Brian was confused as to what to answer. Quickly, he decided not to admit it.
"Ah, yes, no, I happen to be curious about girls, because she likes to be alone in class. I am also kind of tired of him, yes I have already done it. Do you have a problem with Wita?" Brian said spontaneously.
"Nothing."
"Well? Just now?"
"Gue males Yan's story. But I'm still thinking about it, drinking it? My friend Lu, I brought the drink."
"Ahaha. lebay lu, time because girls you get the whole thing."
"Well, you know Yan, not you, but me."
Brian pondered for a moment, 'Hmm. yeah.'
"Jaudah, let your mind be a little light. I can give you a solution too." Brian tried to calm down.
"At least you told me to break up with Wita."
"Some, no, just relax. I won't give you any weird advice anyway, I'll try to help your relationship with Wita."
"Hmm. I don't believe it. But, okay, I'm also joining again, don't have any friends to make up stories."
"So kemaren tuh..."
"Blah.blah.blah.."
"Wa. wa.. "
"Nye.nye.."
When Wendy was telling a sad story, Brian suddenly cut and laughed.
"Pff! Hahaha.. do you think it's the same with Wita?" Brian said he felt funny.
"Yes, it's normal, just kiss, gr*pe-gr*pe, occasionally swipe that." No doubt Wendy was straightforward.
"Haha.. The Wita will be entered." Brian said impolitely.
"Bad lu Yan, you're elu?"
No time to show at 02:11. From his voice, it seemed like Wendy was already feeling somewhat better. The phone was shut down because Brian was afraid of being gay.
Then Brian checked his chat application to see a reply from Yuna. But apparently, the message he typed last night was not finished and had not been sent anyway. It turned out that he immediately overslept, he immediately retyped his message.
"What do you have to say?"
There is no time to talk directly, Brian also sent the first message.
"Yuna, the Wendy is suspicious that we're talking to you about her." A message was sent to Yuna.
There are still a few hours left before school. Then Brian spread his body back, daydreaming for a moment and fell asleep with a good feeling.