DUSK INJURED

This Is Not What It Means

As promised, Skala took Aurel for a walk until ten p.m. It is quite two hours to be out enjoying the night air in the city, especially with the people we like.

The single is already diem, GAUSAH IRI

"Where are we going to eat?"

"Where are you?" The scale is also of looking for food stalls because the cuisine of the layman is more delicious than in a fast food restaurant.

"I want a request, can't I?"

"What?"

"Seafood fried rice, mushroom chicken noodles, same batagor." he cried quickly.

"Three of them want to be eaten?"

Aurel nodded, "Yes. He said he could request."

"Yes too." I'd like Scale to bang his own head against the wall because of his own words. "want where to eat it?"

Aurel thought for a moment.

"You go to the bookstore?"

"No. It was online."

It would not be enough of their time until ten o'clock in the evening because two hours was short.

"We're going to the place you painted on the wall" Aurel said. At first Skala was surprised, but sorted it out because maybe Aurel wanted to remember him.

*

The car pulled over and they opened the car door so it wasn't stuffy. The road here is still crowded smoothly because many people are finished working the night. Aurel inhaled quite a lot of air around him, "Still the same..."

The scale of removing the seat belts and opening the food they had bought on the side of the road before going to the bridge. The scale is not out of thought with the Aurel meal portion. The body is slim, but eating a portion of porters, strangely again not stretched tuh. Is he an inner pressure? That's the scale question.

He only bought seafood fried rice, but Aurel bought three different menus whose calories are not cans, let alone eaten at night.

"Wahh." Aurel opened a pack of fried rice and placed it on his thigh.

They started eating fried rice.

"Skala, when you help me, where are you?"

"Away to the north."

"That means you're crossing over?"

"Yes yes.sampe diklakson car also because the bangnebrangnya run."

Aurel was no wonder. Today's time is very thin people care. People commit suicide, rather than being helped, are recorded. How can there be more victims?

"Among the dozens of people who passed by, how can I meet me?"

"The name is also destiny," replied the Scale as it is. "it's delicious fried rice. We'll buy it there again."

Better to buy the 15 thousand but the taste of 50 thousand turns out, more delicious and more economical.

Speaking of fried rice, Aurel recalled the conversation Scale on the phone to his own annoyance. It's good he asked me yes.

"Skala."

"Yes?"

"Would you like to go home?"

"Well, time is here."

"It means to go back to Bandung, your house is there."

The face sharpness of the Scale clearly changed completely. "No. I'm staying here, take care of you."

Aurel smiled as he put the fried rice wrap into the plastic to be thrown away. "You go home if there's anything important."

"Nothing is more important than here" he replied indifferently.

"Mother has also contracted on her own, so if you go home, I go home too."

"So if I don't go home, you keep it at home?"

Aurel hit his arm, "Yes not."

Small scale laugh, "So he said that."

"I'm serious. Gapapa if he wants to go home. There will be Juli, Ghaisan, Fina, Shiren, Bintang, same Nabila," said Aurel to his friends. "there they are, I'm gapapa."

Scales turned, "When I go there, I won't be here anymore."

"What's that?"

"It can't." Mineral water drinking scale

"Yes gapapa if you can't come here, we'll have their own numbers, can contact-insurgency."

"Don't talk about this anymore, the point is I keep it here, take care of you."

"I can take care of myself" said Aurel. This way he feels very small to have ever killed himself.

"You're going to miss her innocence. If fooled people also percayan."

Aurel's mouth was upset. "I'm pinter."

"Yes." The scale rewears the seatbelt, "shut the door, we go straight to the office."

Aurel holds back, "The chicken noodles are as good as the bricks?"

"Eat on the street."

Fortunately Skala knows that Aurel doesn't like food waste the most. While waiting until the office, Skala thought hard about his return plan to Bandung.

How to not be?

That means.

Does he have to find a prospective Deputy Branch Head in order to handle the Bina Atlas company? Nope, no. Nowadays it is difficult to find an honest one rather than an independent one. Not all independents can be honest and trustworthy while the company needs something like that.

Actually it is also difficult to be the President Director because many tasks are overwhelming.

Did he just run away from Aurel?

Not likely. It's crazy to take him to Bandung, instead of helping it adds to the burden of people. Presumably not sane also later he because so love the same Aurel until bring run away his person.

"Cock rain?" Aurel was puzzled by himself when a raindrop was seen from the car's glass. "his AC chill, Scale."

The scale directly shrinks the car AC. Fortunately, there was a big umbrella there, so did not bother to stop by the store to buy an umbrella again.

"Something seems to be crying" Aurel said without turning his head.

"Who?"

"Yes there must be among everyone. He's crying, that's why it's raining. Mother said, could the rain was a sign of nature followed cry see him cry."

"There-there's a thing."

"Hm?"

"Yes, I cry. It's raining too long."

"It just so happens."

"Hmm, don't know either."

Arriving at the office, Skala opened her umbrella just out and circled her car to grab a bag in the trunk. After that he opened the door for Aurel, they floated together.

Aurel saw half the wet scale shirt, "Skala, your clothes are wet."

"Father, little doang."

"You're so damn it." Aurel hooked her hand to the arm of the Scale carrying the umbrella.

The scale was clearly a smile of its own as it felt it won a lot. Hehe...

After putting his bag in the workspace, Skala put the map on the archive shelf and relieved. "Udah done. Let's go home."

"Udah?" That's fast.

"Yes, the office is closing too."

They also walked to the lobby.

"But it's still raining outside. Don't want to be here first?" ask Aurel.

Just smiling, Scala was startled by the night guard in her office who suddenly walked up to her. "I'm sorry, sir, someone's out there making a fuss looking for Mr. Scale."

The scale didn't expect it to be this fast.

"You're bumping now, don't come out."

Aurel clearly did not understand. "Ska— what's wrong?"

Just about to Scala asked Aurel to swear, they had managed to get into his office to make other employees afraid because they were big.

"Master of Scale, it's time for you to come back" said one of them firmly.

The scale clasped Aurel's hand tightly, "Later, after my business is done."

"But your lover, Miss Sadira is conscious of the coma." Report the other.

Aurel was silent as he was hit by something.

A lover?

Conscious of the coma?

Then what's all this time?

Aurel who had been holding the Scale hand, now only the Scale grasped it.

The scale closed its eyes for a moment, "I can't get there. Please talk to his family."

"So. The scale stays there, but he needs time. So, can you give me some time?" said Aurel who immediately got a sharp shot from the Scale.

What the hell is he answering.

"I insist no one will come home, not even myself, will stay here."

Aurel smiled wryly, "Skala's just kidding."

"Aurel's. I'm not kidding!" he said firmly. "sorry, I want to go home, need a break." The scale broke through them and rained until they got in the car because they did not have time to bring an umbrella.

Aurel immediately stuffed his ear with earphones because he did not want to hear anything other than the sound of his favorite music.

The scale that just ran her car directly pulled the girl's earphone cord, "Dengerin' a minute."

It is like his habit of being angry. Aurel reattached her earphones without answering a word.

"Aurel, it's tough."

Aurel shook his head while looking at the window beside him which turned out to be still raining heavily.

Even when Scale gave him a thick jacket, there was still no movement from Aurel. He was sitting right next to her.

Feel furious. Eventually Skala pulled over her car and tried to catch her breath.

"Aurel," he called.

"I want to go home to go straight to sleep" he said without looking.

"Dengerin first."

Aurel quiescent.

"Dengerin first or go home alone there," threatened Scale who had been emotional since.

Aurel does not have a problem to go home by taxi/ojek/walk though. He likes the rain, so he won't take shelter.

Seeing Aurel get out of his car, Scala feels guilty and comes out and blocks him.

"Rel, can't you be horrified?"

Aurel stared at the scale of the bitch, "Can't. You cannot be tolerated. Move aside." He shifted the body of the Scale.

Fortunately it was just drizzling, so they were not getting wet any more.

The scale stopped him again.

"Skala, I said step aside." Aurel clucked because the Scale never left before him. "your boyfriend is in a coma. You keep on leaving him. It's not tolerable."

The scale inhaled deep air while ruffling the waist.

"Skala, watch! You gave me a choice, I want to go home by myself" Aurel said calmly. He used to be completely alone, so no surprise.

"You.. can't ya horrify people want to explain first?"

"Can't, that's why I want you to step aside."

The scale pulls his hand up to the front door of the car, "Get in first. Here drizzle, there'll be a cold."

Aurel was silent while staring at the window glass that seemed to be dripping rain again. He doesn't want to come in and hear anything. According to him, the Scale was truly evil and intolerable.

How could he leave his comatose lover and give others more hope?

"Rel, I'm serious. Entering now. The rain starts raining again."

Upset as well because the Scale was rather coercive. Aurel finally got in the car again and closed the door very tight.

"Aurel, you can't handle it for a minute. Don't miss anything one-sided before you know the real story."

"I told you, I don't need a story. Even one sentence."

"Yes, but I'm telling you. Whether you believe it or not."

The scale gave up because Aurel chose to harden the volume of the car radio instead of listening to the story.

Yasudah.