Don't Say SORRY

03

The order in the refrigerator is nothing messy, the material is neatly placed and previously washed clean.

"Who eats long beans with carrots." Bree grumbled because he didn't like vegetables.

"I want a pocari, Bre!" exclamation Levi.

Bree found a bottle full of red juice. Previously nothing and the bottle was not cold, he guessed it was still new. Bree grimaced smelling the scent of rattan and the ground was too choking the esophagus.

A 2-liter pocari bottle that was still full was taken Bree. Not forgetting to bring a glass. The game will not be that easy to remind a person of his condition. Play would forget to drink. Levi didn't prepare the drink just yet.

"Thank you, Bre."

"Whose beetroot is in the fridge?"

"You" said Levi, "that's your watch."

Ah, must have bought it at the market.

"Drink a little, Bri," orders Alby.

Alby strained all the beetroot bulbs for one full bottle. It was probably too thick for Bree who had once refused to drink it. Once Ilham bought a cup from a juice outlet, the texture was more diluted by a mixture of water and ice cubes, Bree seemed to resist the bitter.

Bree went into his room. Turn on television. Box Movie is late he watched. The noise in the front room made Bree feel accompanied. Sometimes television alone makes himself afraid when spraining to find horror ads.

After washing the glass, Alby looked at Bree in the room. Closing down the blanket that was never released even though sitting casually on the sofa, even though the hot air was even dressed in length, Bree seemed comfortable in his blanket. Alby looked at the stern face.

After the game made Levi realize that the night was early in the morning. Levi cleared the place before returning home.

"Reverse, Bro?"

"okay."

Alby closed the window blinds and closed Bree's door. While Levi checks the doors and windows of the balcony, closing the curtain. Pull the slinding glass curtain until it is tightly closed all out. After Alby turned off the front room lights following Levi out by closing the slinding door.

***

"I just closed the cafe."

Irzi thought Bree had been out of business for almost eight. Usually seven o'clock the cafe is closed. Bree hasn't even cleaned himself up.

"There is a user request at closing."

"Ok me there."

"See you later."

Bree tidied up the money sheet put in the pants pocket. Turn off the lights and wash your face. While stepping into the locker room remove the apron, fold it and put it in the locker box.

Siska noticed her senior pinched her hair, with her mouth biting the scarf that had been worn as a bando. Siska knew someone outside had been waiting for Bree why it looked like a hurry.

"If you want to pick her pretty pigtails. Udah bagusan ponytail instead change the spool. There's no such rapes."

Bree's hair is flying. If each strand is thick it looks like a lion's hair. Bree rubbed it backwards, overtaking it behind the ears. Scarf was put into a locker box.

"Later to crumble again."

Siska gawked knowing how trivial the appearance was for this tomboy. Still standing watching Bree grab the helmet, get out and close the locker door. His cheeks became the target of the kiss.

"Enter afternoon shift spirit."

"Smake care!"

In fact Bree had already passed through the closed main door, it was impossible to hear Siska's cry. In Bree's yard, he went straight to his friend. No shower or at least change uniforms. Just wearing a helmet while riding into the boncer, now leaving one leg attached to the seat, the helmet is again removed and gleaming his hair back.

"Corn hair, which has grusuk gracak."

Siska continued her steps into the kitchen. She is shift 3. Simply bother in the afternoon shift that is most often crowded, especially when there is a cafe order. Only the bar and juice are closed. Although in riweh conditions cafe orders that must be cooked may be rejected, but per menu can be a target that is quite adding to the salary of the operator.

"Shower the goods for a moment, too, Bri."

"Dark, Zi. My feathers can wear off."

"That's a patent."

"You're a whiz turn off believing in me."

A friend's room looked empty. Each room had no terrace, Irzi sat in the cafeteria after the host promised to arrive as soon as possible. Bree caught up with Irzi after calling the intended occupants empty.

"Matcha's not ready yet."

"If you ask matcha, the intention is parohan. No drinks, no drinks, too. You haven't taken me for a long time to get chocolate?"

"Someone bought it." Bree grinning.

"Your mom?"

"I don't have a mas. Costly. If there is a mine."

"Dead." Irzi chuckles.

"Smoke first, Ma'am." Someone had just been sitting on the same bench plaguing Irzi.

Bree took a stick of Mild from the pack of cigarettes that had just been in front. "Thank you, Dim."

Bree shredded a cigarette after Irzi's match. Irzi doesn't smoke.

"Thank you, my dear."

"Well, take care of it."

"Oi, Ma!"

The awaited finally came, seen unlocking the door of his room. He was ready to powder the drink that sold dozens. Flavored instant drinks packed with special labels. Bree used to take chocolate. The first time I drank it, Irzi immediately liked it.

"One yo, Kris."

"The red!"

After picking up Bree's order, Kris met the three people in the cafeteria across from her room. Putting a pack of cigarettes on the table invites who wants to take.

"Not to matcha anymore, bro." Kris handed the chocolate powder packaging to Irzi.

"There was once."

"The best cafe is matcha. Besides black."

"The Ciwik-ciwik canvassers are catechin invaders" Bree said.

"Polyphenols" said Kris. "The warehouse is full of chocolate, machiato, caramel."

After the chat, Irzi handed over the money to Kris as payment, then invited Bree to leave. Kris also returned to where he had been playing. The three left Dimas who had just ordered a meal.

"You make chocolate dong, Zi."

"Take a look at the mythical myth, Bri."

"There's apdet lo."

"I have a computer."

"Without another little laptop?"

"Come on, wider as you watch the big screen."

"That big monitor. Ah, the screen is tancep."

"Think of what we're doing, alone in a dimly lit room"

"Good boy."

"Well, I'm the same shape you are, girls don't have grace."

"The hook! Nice kayaking in angkringan, eat emi wadeangan while watching a movie. There's mi, right?"

"Almost the stall, out of stock."

"Yup."

"Planning from an early age. Get married, quickly have children, so afdol is your way of saving."

"Aamiin's."

"There is?"

Bree and Irzi stared at each other.

"Still in the gift box."

They chuckle together.

"Think your partner's a package."

Finally come out with a few packs of instant noodles, snacks, and cigarettes. They went back to Irzi's boarding house. Still a complex with cofinet.

Batre Bree's cell phone is dead. Does not carry a charger. Usually Bree out holding a pride bag that contains a wallet, match, charger. But I didn't think about going to the second floor to get ready.

Irzi's charger did not manage to charge the phone. Bree left alone choosing to boil water to cook noodles.

"Sowak looks like the one. Ask to buy me a hape with Masmu."

"He's my owner!"

Bree opened his faforit podcast channel looking for missed episodes. Lots of new videos. Haven't watched in a long time. Bree restricts internet usage. Irzi himself did not follow the channel, he watched because of Bree's invitation.

"You guys cinlok?"

"Good twist, Zi." Bree pitted his back on Irzi's cloth.

"That food in your brain?"

Irzi remembered there was a charger in a large cardboard box that was always neatly lying in the corner of the room. After finding her, she plugged in Bree's phone and hooked up. Bree lets the power charge for a few seconds before turning it on. Irzi made you a drink.

"I'm uncomfortable. Alby feels at home on top of suddenly playing a pengayom. I'm comfortable."

"Over top as good as possible."

Irzi handed Bree a glass of hot chocolate. Bree's hand received the glass, his eyes looking at Irzi who was sitting in front.

"Above tired, Zi?"

"Must have his brain perverted!" Irzi threw the pack of cigarettes and hit Bree's cheek.

Bree grimaced stroking his cheek that scratched the end of the pack. Slightly sick because the cigarette is still full so the pack is heavy.

"At the cafe? Tired of climbing stairs. That pervert is your brain."

Irzi is still listening, it seems like Bree still wants to uncover his uneg-uneg.

"I'm afraid of hurting the girl. Although Alby was clear who I was, how we were. The girls have bad thoughts, right."

"I'm not good with kids either, Zi."

"There is no legal word from Masmu as a girl, Bri."

"That's also what Ilham and his sister said when guyonan matchang. But it's very irresponsible, Zi. Could be his worst character later."

"Like where you think. It's hard to talk to someone who's been negative the way he thinks."

"Your spy, Zi!" Bree tasting his mouth tasted the tastelessness of his drink. Irzi chuckles.

"Most water."

Bree added his own powdered drink to his glass while grumbling. "Sok-sook ngeladeni guests."

Two bowls are placed near the stove and prepare the noodle material. The water is not boiling. Bree stood waiting.

"The others also do not matter if you are often together." Irzi was still holding the conversation. This time the sound is a bit loud because the position is blocked by the walls of the room with the kitchen.

"To their mouths as if in favor. It doesn't look papa. But in the mind?"

"When is your life worrying about your own assumptions?"

"For as long as I think it's harming a lot of people."

Bree poked noodles in boiling water. Sipping drinking.

"As a result you are hindered from being a soul mate!"

Bree was silent still holding the glass. Far-thinking and over-taste up to much consideration. He has not responded at all to Alby because he did not expect. But Alby's concern made him miss Papa's figure in childhood.

Instant noodles special chicken broth with half-cooked eggs and ready-to-eat plain soto. Irzi take crackers and chili powder.

They watch historical and mythical investigations. Discuss and uncover the mystical events that exist. Bree was carried away by the imagination of what was displayed there. Though coward.

Irzi did not let Bree rest, giving a surprise amid the seriousness of listening to the spectacle. Bree's response made him ticklish. What a reckless girl. So brave when behind it a lot of worries.

"You try to keep mediocre in your mamas. Who knows by telepathy find you."

"Well, why should we be tired of mediocrity? Just trace him where, meet him. Seprofrinci is."

Bree is interested in the frontman of Mystic Myth. Not because of its activities or its general shortcomings is said to be an advantage. But the smile of the mamas is charming for him who likes simplicity. Hehe.

"Trus rejected."

"Zi! You demit!"

But it is, because mamas do not have the purpose of pairing first at this time. My own words in one episode. Nor do you hesitate to show off the ring on the ring finger that is deliberately used as a sign.

In the first minute of the fourth episode, Bree and Irzi are attacked by drowsiness. Bree's eyes are poignant. Irzi occasionally moves to stare at the phone screen, reply to messages or just scroll the screen. Kekeh continued to watch even though the eyes were no compromise. Over time the show changed the story of nina bobo. They slept ....

Inhaling the cold air, the air was different from the usual rooms. Bree opened his eyes staring at the door of the room wide open. He looked up, circling the spacious room without much stuff. There was no one but him.

Bree lazily self-occupied. Next to the hand rotate to the back of the body, stacking pillows and bolsters. He looked at the wall. It faces west. The head of the bed is in the south. Sure enough when he turned his head east, the bolster had fallen apart with the other end touching the floor, the pillow lying on the floor.

The buttocks do not budge, the hands try to reach for the pillow. Bree needs oxygen, his head is dizzy. Pillows and bolsters were stacked to the left side of his body. South of. Now fold the blanket. When did he wear a blanket? Bree lazy. Still sleepy. Hugging the folds of the blanket dropping the head onto the mattress.

Irzi came out the kitchen to find his friend's ass. Like a lazy frog.

"Hi, Bri."

Bree was still in his position just shifting his head. His eyes watched Irzi who stepped out to carry the bucket. Irzi came out the door and Bree replied.

Irzi was amused, "plate her grim," muttering that Bree might not have heard.

"What time is this, Zi?"

It was early in the morning but it was still dark outside. Irzi looks fresh. The clock on the wall felt far away to the eye.

"Maybe five o'clock," Irzi replied using an estimate. He's hanging on the porch.

"Bikin coffee, Bri, but the mix."

"You."

Bree needs to build focus. He is in a confusional arousal. Coffee evokes the mood. Bree piled the blanket on the bolster. Stretch the body that is still limp. He's yawning.

The habit of waking up the body adapts to the environment, his nose starts to itch, he sneezes when his feet hit the floor. In the bathroom again.

Bree boiled water to make a drink. Although the dispenser ON, the hot water is less steady for a cup of coffee.

Irzi watched Bree close his eyes with his face on the pot. Enjoyed the steaming hot steam.

"Will be your coffee, Bri."

"My good is netes, Zi."

Bree's a snot screw running down his nose. Irzi tunyuk Bree's head then begged closer to the pot. Surprisingly, his friend this one is too short. They giggle.

Irzi prepared two glasses and hit him with a few chocolate powder and a coffee bag for each. Bree turned off the stove and poured the water.

They sit on the bed. Bree felt warm grasping the glass. Waiting for a time that is still far from hours of activity while chatting small talk.

When the phone is turned on, the notification inclines. Lots of messages coming in. Includes 36 calls and 3 messages from Alby from last night to this morning.