Duren Palm
It's almost
Shinta parked the motorcycle in the garage where she lived. He saw Anita's mother carrying a package walking towards him.
"Son, this is a delivery for you." Bu Anita passed away after giving a medium-sized package.
Shinta who received the package saw who sent it and wiggled the light brown box several times.
Hmm from Sandriana, but who is Sandriana? I don't feel like I have any friends or family named that.
Shinta continued her steps towards the room. He opened the box and looked at the contents.
"Waahh very beautiful ... This is the heels that I was looking for," he said while remembering the events of the time at the Mall.
"It's just expensive so I thought make a tube first. Eee is here now. Who is kind enough to love this?" he nodded again with a cheerful smile.
Shinta tried to wear high heels that are silver while walking slowly like a model who walked on the catwalk and waved following the style of Indonesian princess. After finishing with the celebration of fantasy, he released the heels while laughing happily.
"Well, I feel like I'm the most beautiful person" she murmured.
Stand off.
Enter 1 chat notification on his phone.
083145776288.
Hows it? you like my gift.
The shinta.
Yeah, I like it. But whose brother is this? Do we know? Why do you give me heels?
Almost 5 minutes Shinta waiting for a reply from the sender of the message. He tried calling but his number was off.
Why not bales?
"Ah cares very much.The very do not care. After all the person to send a message for mastiin everything I like what not. That means these shoes are for me."
Shinta passed by leaving the heels on the mattress, and grabbed the towel, heading for the bathroom.
"Aahhh tired." muttered Shinta who was laying her body on her beloved mattress. He glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Udah is almost maghrib apparently. Pantesan aja ni worm already demo," said Shinta while holding his stomach. He got out of bed and picked up his wallet and cell phone.
Stand off.
One more chat notification came in on his phone.
Riant.
What else, Neng? Have eaten?
Shinta replied to the message.
The shinta.
Here's another OTW to eat, Mom.
Shinta laughed gigglingly as she walked out of the room.
Riant.
Idiihh .. ogah I am your mother.
The shinta.
I will soon be a mother. BTW, you still M?
Riant.
I was clean, just wanted a mandatory bath.
The shinta.
Hahahah .. I didn't think. It could be the coming months just right again warming up. Not so hard I did. Wkwkwk ....
Riant.
Yes bisalah .. his name is also a monthly guest where there is a door first, telling you if you want to come.
Shinta who was walking down the hallway in the boarding house was endlessly laughing gigglingly reading a message from Rianti.
"Where are you going, Shinta?" ask kost's mom.
"You're out, ma'am, eat."
"Don't use a motor?"
"No need ma'am, deket here aja," said Shinta as she smiled at the hostess and passed away.
The shinta.
How is your husband treated this week?
Riant.
The shinta.
That really? Not a hoax .. ii baper.
Riant.
Yes really Shinta .. I was shocked when the beginning was treated like a princess so. Breakfast is always he who makes, lunch he ordered via online, especially if he comes home from work .. he always takes a super romantic dinner that.
The shinta.
Wow ... lucky you, Ri. It seems that the predicate of the duren palm is not wrong. He's a really cool widower nest of money.
Riant.
Ho oh's. My clepek-klepek.
The shinta.
Iyah .. I'm the one who was horrified to be a baper. What else are you. Be prepared, ntar you must be at a meal .. trus if at a meal, do not volunteer.
Riant.
Heheh .. already ah .. don't discuss that anymore. BTW, have you got a belom job? Tomorrow is payday.
The shinta.
Beloms. But I want to quit my job. I'm not comfortable. The smile of the haikal sir has no sweetness, even already rich om the striped nose.
Riant.
I concur. Stop like the best choice. About work later I tried to talk to Ardi.
The shinta.
Ok. Eh lase first yes .. I want to cross the road, want to buy food. The chest yu babay.
Shinta put the phone in her pajama pocket. As he was just starting to cross suddenly a horn sounded from the right.
Tit!!!!
Shinta who did not know that there was a car driving towards her was shocked and fell.
Hyuff ... almost, inner Shinta.
His heart was pounding fast and he rubbed his chest hoping that his heart would return to normal.
Shinta tries to stand up, but looks troubled because her knee was injured when she fell earlier, even Shinta's pajamas torn.
"Are you okay?" said someone who got out of the car and approached Shinta.
Instantly, Shinta's eyes glared and her blood flow boiled. He sees the man who almost hit him is Veno, his former idol man.
Veno was no less surprised, he did not expect that the vulgar girl was the one he almost hit.
"Sorry, I didn't accidentally, I wasn't focused on driving .. You're okay, right?" Veno holds Shinta's hand.
"Aww.cn ...."
Shinta was seen grimacing in pain because her palm was also injured by the friction of the asphalt.
"I'm fine," Shinta replied as she brushed Veno off.
Shinta also hobbled into the field restaurant.
Veno who saw the state of Shinta became worried and felt guilty. He waited for Shinta to come out.
Not long after, Shinta came out carrying a black crackle bag. Shinta snorted in annoyance, because the person she hated was still there.
Shinta walked past Veno as if nothing had ever happened. But Shinta's steps stopped when Veno blocked his path.
"Come to the hospital!" veno said with a slightly commanding tone.
"No need."
Seeing the rejection of the shinta did not make Veno give up. He embraced the little girl's body and then he led her into his car by force and pulled out the seat belt.
"Diem!!!" Threaten Veno with bulging eyes.
About 3 minutes drive to the hospital and directly into the IGD room. Shinta was dealt with immediately and Veno waited in the waiting chair.
A nurse approached Veno.
"Please fill in these data yes," said the nurse kindly while handing over a piece of paper and immediately left to continue his duties.
Veno scrunched his forehead.
How can I fill it? I don't even know his name.
