Flavor Anomaly

Where is Part 12 Angga?

I walked slowly, dragging my feet lazily and felt like I wanted to immediately lay down on a soft mattress. Today's work is quite time, energy, and mind-consuming. Nova didn't come with me home, because he was still overtime chased by the deadline today as well. Fortunately, all my work is done. My body is also starting to feel bad. If I don't take a vitamin right away and go to bed fast, I'll be sick tomorrow.

'Can't be sick, Ocha. The sins!'

I pushed the key into the keyhole, the door creaked as I pushed slowly. The house is still dark. Not interested in turning on the living room lights, I continued walking towards the room. However, at the tail of my eyes, I saw a shadow sitting on the sofa.

My body immediately felt hot, my heart was beating faster, my mind was glaring everywhere.

'Oh my goodness .. lest the devil, ' my mind, stop walking, hesitate to move. Only two directions are now in my mind. Room door or outside door. Both are far away for me to reach.

"Just come home, baby?"

My forehead wrinkled. I think this sound is very familiar. I turned to look at the shadow. And it seems like my guess is wrong to think he's a demon. Because it turns out ... An idham! I backed off and looked for an electrical switch. When the lights came on, Idham was sitting in the living room, looking at me gently.

"Well are you here?!" ask me with a high tone.

"Wait for you to come home," said Idham relaxed, straightened his body, moving.

While me? Slowly back. I fear. The shadow of the past is repeated. With almost the same situation, and the same fear.

I immediately turned around, ran, went towards the room. Idham chased after me and when I got in, he held the door so I couldn't close it from the inside.

"Cha .. We're talking all right, okay?"

"No! There's nothing to talk about anymore! Go you, Dham! Don't bother me anymore!" I cried out by continuing to push the door so that it could close perfectly. But in fact, my strength is not much, weigh the man behind this door. I kept shouting even this sense of forcing me to come back to pull out the clear hairs from my eyelids.

"The cha! I've loved you since we first met! But you're always so cute. I tried to get you, right? And .. sorry when I was khilaf. All I have in mind can only get you, no matter what. I will take responsibility! Please, give me a chance!" persuade Idham with some force.

I kept yelling," go you!" No matter what he said. For me it's all pointless, and I don't care about all the explanations anymore. For me, what happened first will not be forgiven.

The sound of knocking on the door ahead sounded. Neither I nor Idham fell silent, sharpening their hearing to find out who was coming.

"The cha! An ocha?!" shouted someone faintly from outside.

The angga?!

"People! The goose! Help me!" my screams became more and more, looking at the window of the room that was directly connected to the front yard of the house. While my body was still trying to hold the door so Idham couldn't get in.

The cry of Angga calling my name is more and more clearly heard. I saw him in front of the window, close his head by closing the area around the eyes, in order to see the situation inside clearly.

"People! Enter aja. I don't have a door!"

He rushed back to the door. Idham's focus was disturbed, a look of dismay on his face. Several times he turned to the door while still trying to push the door of my room to get in and break through it.

Steady steps sounded echoing throughout the space. The roosters are near Idham. We both looked at each other. My grip on the door is weakening. So is Idham. He then took off his grip and stood right in front of Angga.

"Lo gapain? Don't interfere! It's my problem with Ocha!" firmly Idham, pushed Angga's shoulder until he took a step back.

"Can't you talk about it well?" tanya Angga tried to calm down.

"This cave is about Ocha again! And elo ...," point Idham to Angga's face," because elo I failed again!"

"No need to use emotions, can't you, Dham?"

"God! Denger, yes! You don't want to get rid of Ocha dapetin! Got what loe? Don't be a hero! It has glass, right? In-house? Agape! Look at loe's face!" Idham gripped the collar of Angga's shirt. Pushing him to the corner in the closet behind him. "Don't deketin Ocha again! Just watch out, yeah!"

A blow flew over Angga's stomach.

"Lame row! Want to try to protect ocha!" Cynic Idham.

"Idham! Huh!" I shouted and pulled Idham's hand away from Angga.

"Losers, guys are you sheltered by girls? Hush."

Idham smiled cynically and left. Angga stood up, stroking his stomach, grimacing in pain.

"You're okay, right?" I researched every detail of his face.

"It's okay."

I led Angga to sit on the sofa. Then a little run to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Angga was still silent.

He smiled and drank half a glass of water.

"It hurts, huh?" I'm slow, showing anxiety.

"Definitely sick dong, I'm not an action actor and hero in hehe stories." His laughter can mask the taste that only he knows. But I can see clearly he felt hurt. Not raga. But interiorly.

"I'm sorry, yeah, because of me you've been in constant trouble and caused a gini."

"It's okay, my life was originally flat, so it's more colorful with these problems." Angga took a breath, again spent drinking water to the toilet.

"It's different, Angga. Not like the fight Dance and Doni yesterday. It's Idham! A man like Idham can do anything, whatever he wants. The proof is that he can get into this house!"

"Hm .. I realistically admit, I lost physically, I lost in material terms. But I have one way, which I thought of earlier."

"Udah, no, Angga. By asking for police protection and the law will not work. He has a lot of material and a strong back. I don't want you to know why and say by someone else rich earlier. A. .. I'm sick too."

"So whatever people say about me, it's probably true. And I won't fight. That's exactly what the problem is! He thinks and feels like a perfect person. When someone else says bad and gets rejected, he's disappointed. She who?"

I was stunned to hear Angga's words. Again and again. Even though he often throws annoying sentences and often makes me upset and laugh at the same time, but he also has mature thoughts. Calm. And able to amaze me.

'It's Angga?'

"What happened, Ngga?"

"Gue wants to admit one thing good luck. Ask for her or her friend's number or the number of the person with whom she's related."

"Make what, Angga. Don't be weird."

"Udah. Believe it, yes. Still want not my words that .. 'gue is not always there but every time you need me to make sure, I'm always there.'"

"Surely, it must be inget."

I opened the device and searched for the number that Angga wanted. There are a lot of friends I keep. And Idham's friends used to be my friends, too.

"OK off. I'm leaving, yeah. You careful. Lock all the doors, don't open them if they're there."

"But ... Angga," I hold his hand hoping he doesn't do his plan that I don't know what. My face was clear, so that Angga would undo his intentions.

"Gue will be fine." He smiled faintly, his right hand ruffling my hair.

Seconds change minutes. Even the night is getting late. But Angga has not yet given any news. I'm restless. They cannot fall asleep even until midnight. Anxiety, fear, and worry about the state of Angga is really like a tremendous caffeine. Sleepiness and fatigue disappear in an instant. I don't know how many times I've been pacing around in my room, staring at the window, switching to the phone I always hold. Niente. Until the rain came, I started to get into the blanket. Because of the terrible sound of lightning, I had to find a hiding place.

I pull the blanket to the neck. Sleeping on your side, hugging the bolster. Cell phone on the side of the head. Slowly, my eyes closed.

Mobile vibrates. My hand was palpating to the side, where I used to place the flat object every night. The eyes that still want to close I have to open forcefully, even though only one eye is able to fight the drowsiness that is still struggling.

Who, huh?

I swiped the screen to the right, putting the device on my right ear.

"Assalamualaikum .. is this really Ocha?"

"Waalaikumsalam .. yes."

"Sir Ocha, this is Angga's mother, can you ask for help?"

My heart stopped hearing it. 'What's up, huh?'

Curiosity made me sit up and be ready to hear the voice across.

"Oh yes, Mom. What's it gonna take, Mom?"

"Son Ocha can come here, right? It's about Angga."

'On Angga?'

In a semi-conscious state, I recalled the incident last night.

'Ah, yes. Will I wait for Angga Semaleman? So ... Why angga, anyway?!'