Fistfuls

Don't Miscellaneous

Indra was visibly upset about not focusing on his work, because Gita could not be contacted since two days ago. Indeed two days ago the girl said there were campus activities, maybe she could not be contacted for a while. But still the feeling of the young man could not be lied to, he was worried.

At noon during the lunch break, he again tried to contact the girl who had filled his heart, but it remained the same even the girl's phone was off. Though usually they will talk at length at lunch like this, revealing each other's longing is increasingly shackled.

"What's the matter exactly? Why can't you call? Don't make me worry gini dong!" muttered Indra, his hunger had disappeared covered with excessive worry. The food he had ordered was left untouched, but he paid for it anyway.

"My food is still intact, I haven't touched at all, so it's still clean. Unfortunately, if thrown away, make the makaknya lunch alone," said Indra when paying for his food, mubadzir not if the food is still intact it must be thrown away.

"Why doesn't Mas Indra eat? The food isn't good, is it?" the owner of the canteen heard his words.

"Ah no Buk, mother's food is always a champion, it's just that suddenly my hunger is gone," Indra knows well the woman who owns the canteen, he said, because every lunch in the cafeteria he occasionally chatted with the owner of the canteen.

"This must be because of the girls" guess the owner of the canteen.

"Ah mother can," denied Indra, but in the day he confirmed the words of the canteen mother. After that Indra said goodbye and returned to his room.

Fortunately, today the Opa did not invite him to meet with clients, if he was sure he would get a long tausiah from the Opa because he did not focus on working.

Until the afternoon, Indra had not been able to contact the girl of his heart. Though not knowing him, if the girl is now cool alone in his apartment. Indra decided to go home early, usually he would stop by to buy food first for dinner, but now it felt like he really did not want to eat. Although his stomach was hungry, but all of it was defeated by worry.

He had contacted Hafidz, asking about the unreachable Gita, but the young man simply said, "Gita is fine," like there is no worry at all, making Indra can only sigh violently.

The journey to the apartment somehow becomes very slow, maybe because it is being hit by worry, or indeed the density of the road because of the return to work hours, the vehicle is denser than usual.

Arriving at the apartment, he lazily opened the door of the apartment. But she felt something strange when her body had perfectly entered the apartment, her sense of smell felt something different, like the smell of cooking. Ah exactly people cooking? But who cooks? No one knows the pin of the apartment. Did he get in the wrong unit? Indra realized around the living room, this was the unit, then who was cooking?

Don't-don't you? Ghosts.

Indra shot his entire body, suddenly his hair stood up, goosebumps imagining if it was really a ghost who cooked.

"Basak is the next door neighbor cook? But why did it smell here?" Indra really does not have the right answers to all the questions that occupy his mind.

"Look at it, even if the ghosts will be able to run," he murmured.

Slowly he headed for the kitchen, hoping that his steps would not be heard if there was indeed someone in the kitchen, even though he was not so sure if there were people.

He was stunned when he saw a woman with broken hair, wearing white clothes, behind him. He really wanted to run, but somehow his feet did not want to be invited to cooperate, just pecking on the spot.

Butwait? Could ghosts cook? Ah no way. Finally Indra saw the woman's body from top to bottom, her hair was broken but neat, unlike the ghosts in the film whose hair was a mess. He frowned when he saw the woman wearing a white T-shirt, with shorts above the knee. Fix this is not a ghost but a human.

"Sia... The gita?" Indra was surprised when the woman turned her head, it was the girl she missed and she was worried about since yesterday. Now he stood before her with a sweet smile that he had always longed for.

"Eh Brother is home? Well, I'm not done cooking yet" chirped the girl walking slowly towards Indra.

"It's really you, right? Not ghosts?" indra asked as she hugged the girl tightly.

Dugs

Gita hit the young man on the back, "Yes, really, must have thought I was a ghost? Where is a ghost this beautiful? Brother no-anya," the girl hid her face in the chest of Indra's field.

"Heem, because as far as I know no one knows the pin of this apartment. Wait, how did you get in? Don't you think it's a ghost disguised as a Gita." Indra loosened his embrace, he looked at the girl who looked upset, the article was still accused of being a ghost.

Gita let go of his embrace, "Usually when a new person comes it is greeted with a romantic, with sweet words, this is even in the case of ghosts." Gita pursed her lips, inexhaustible with the contents of her lover's mind.

"Okay, I'm sorry, honey, I was just wondering why you got in? Through the window is not possible, this is the twentieth floor, cook yes fly. Through wall? Not possible either, right?" Indra tried to grab Gita in his arms again, but the girl refused.

"What the hell don't I know about you Bang? So don't fuck behind my back, I'll know. Pin your apartment I know," replied Gita sewot.

Hearing such an answer from the lips of Gita, Indra became clumsy misbehavior, now he believes this girl before him is the lover of the heart that he longs for. He hugged Gita again, peeked at the top of the girl's head, inhaling the aroma of shampoo that came out of the beautiful hair.

"I'm sorry, baby" finally only that word was said from Indra's lips. Because you don't want to prolong the problem, you better give up, right?

Gita nodded in the young man's arms, somehow it felt so comfortable as if she did not want to escape the warm embrace. But then he remembered the new cooking.

"Bang, my cooking will soon be burnt." The Gita pushes Indra's body slowly, releasing that hug. He breathed a sigh of relief when the cuisine was still intact has not changed color, fortunately he had time to shrink the fire if not sure the cuisine was now changed to black color.

Indra followed the girl, seeing what the Gita was actually cooking. "It looks good, I'm hungry" he said.

Gita smiled at the young man's words, she hoped that the cooking this time was really good, "Alright let's eat." Gita poured goldfish pasmol in a bowl and immediately brought Indra to the dining table.

"Because you'd better take a bath, I'll wait," Gita recalled that the young man had just returned home, not even changed clothes.

Indra, who was feeling sultry, finally agreed to the girl's words, but instead of leaving the kitchen she actually approached Gita who was washing cooking utensils.

Cup

The girl was shocked as Indra peeked at her cheeks at a glance, her face turning red in embarrassment. He smiled and resumed his activities.

While Indra walked casually into the room while humming, I don't know what the young man was singing. Right now he's so happy, you know for sure why.

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