Flavor Anomaly

Part 15 Evil Anga!

I threw my tired body in the chair. The creaking sound was created as I moved it with a small spin. Finding a comfortable position by looking up to the ceiling, closing both eyes, panted. Not intending to sleep, just trying to neutralize the irregular breath. And a messy heart.

The office atmosphere is still quiet. There was only Pak Kardi who was sweeping the floor with a washcloth draped on his left shoulder.

"Cock alone, Neng? Already eaten?" ask the man I'm expecting to be in his 60s, with gray hair in almost all of his hair.

"Already, Sir. Nova again to HRD there is business he said. Have you eaten?" I asked back, still with the same position, only allowed 90° face. Trying to appreciate my current opponent.

"Alhamdulillah. It's been. Got rations from Pak Eko."

"Alhamdulillah." I turn on the computer while cleaning some of the items on the table, accompanied by a thin smile on the lips, menglamufaskan sadness that increasingly intrusive heart.

The hour hand has shifted 5 minutes more than the ration break this afternoon. Before long the footsteps of several people were heard echoing in the corridor. Door opens. "Now, Cha. Make you," said Rahma, putting a cup of coffee on my desk.

I glanced at him, raising next to the eyebrows. "Aren't you the coffee?"

"Yes. Purposefully. Her ashes are real face from the morning," said Rahma relaxed. Go back to his desk with the same cup of coffee as me.

"Greens only!" I coughed and sipped him a few sips.

Ah, know him.

The room is starting to get crowded. All have re-entered the office and will start activities as usual. The work is still piling up and demanding to be completed immediately.

Angga and Tari just came in. Dance looks at me cynically. While Angga looked at me cutely. For some reason, my body shook. My heart started racing irregularly. Cold heat, until sweaty hair began to appear on the forehead, I reached the tissue on the table. And sweep it with lightning.

"Solar?" nova asked, glancing at Ac right above us. "Nyala though, the temperature is the lowest again, Cha. You still hot?"

"Toilet ah," I said, not responding to Nova's remarks. While Nova just clucked.

Cold water started to wash my face. Fresh but it doesn't make me feel calm. The glass in front bears witness to the sour face I've been showing since the morning. Many times I cursed them both in my heart. It does. Jealousy really isn't wearing. Makes me cranky and can't focus on doing anything else. Including work.

I came back with a shunt. Hopefully the coffee from Rahma earlier, able to make my mood better. Well, I hope so. I don't really need coffee though. I just need .. he. His greeting. Her smile. Or just the look in his eyes.

"Armgh! Begos!" I hit my head a few times. From the toilet to the corridor, into the room.

"Hape you shakes mulu, Cha," said Nova pointing to the device I put on the table.

I lazily grabbed the flat object and raised one eyebrow.

An idham?!

5 Unanswered calls from Idham are able to get my mind distracted. I sent him a message. To ask something simple. "What?"

But after waiting for a few minutes, my message has not been read even just showing the 1 ash tick. And that just tickled my curiosity.

"Do I need the kunyuk nyamperin, huh?" my mind, tightly grasping this silver flat object close to my chest.

"necessarily too. There's no harm."

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"Where are you going, Cha?" nova asked when she saw me in a hurry to clear the table.

"Lu went home with Uci, yes. I have business."

"So busy you are. Angga Angga aja feeling," said Nova glanced at Angga who still plays the device in the hand.

"Ck! What, hell!" grunting me, looking at him panted.

"Yes out, usually. If there is a need to go with him," said Nova examine the mimic of my face that is always hidden from him.

"Yes, yeah. Hye!" No matter what Nova's response was, I turned the door handle. Then when closing it, I glanced at Angga. Wishing she would look at me for a while, but it turns out that Dance is now at her side.

Braaak!

"Suck!" I was upset, walking quickly to the elevator. With emotions that are really stirring.

Before leaving the office, I ordered a gocar from an online application. And in just a few minutes, a sedan stopped right in front of me. Maybe the driver has memorized the movements of his customers. Just by seeing me standing on the side of the road, holding a device, he knew I was ordering his services.

"As per application, yes, Tea."

"Yes, Bang."

I sent a message to some of my friends who also knew Idham well. Find out where the right place is to find the man I don't want to see in the world anymore.

After 40 minutes of travel, I arrived at a cafe which according to information I received was a cafe owned by Idham.

After entering, a waitress approached me. And do the customer service that seems to happen in this cafe. He followed me until I got the table I wanted.

"What do you want to order, brother?" asked the woman, proffering a book wide and thin.

"Capucino aja," I said as I gave the object again after it felt there was nothing else I wanted to eat. Looks like my stomach worm is fasting today.

"Would the coffee be arabica or robusta, brother?"

"Rubust."

He pampered. I chose a table near the window. I don't know why I like this position so much. Staring at the window with a view of the cafe garden that is designed in such a way. Idham's taste is pretty good. Although I did not know him long ago, Idham is a perfectionist type in terms of work.

Coffee was in front of me. Before the waitres left, I held him back to pry for a bit of information.

"Sir Idham has not come 3 days, Brother. Is there a message? I'll tell you later."

"Oh that. Yes, no need. Thank you, yeah."

Disillusioned. I don't know how many times I've been disappointed today. By Angga's attitude and now ... Idham. Actually I just want to vent my anger. It feels like it will come to terms with Idham. Emotions that I contained many years ago, and also emotions because of the attitude of Angga today.

"Where the hell is Idham. If not searched nongol continue, turn want me to meet eh even say. Kan fucking!" my curse speaks for itself, grabbing my coffee and sipping it softly. Sipping it until I feel the taste I really like. At least this is what makes me smile, even for a little while.

"But if he did exist, what would I do? Would it be dangerous if he was actually here? He's aggressive and has a bit of a mental disorder. Psycho!"

"Ah, but the cafe is also crowded. He certainly wouldn't dare. Uh, maybe."

"Well, you're Idham! I swear you can't break! It looks like a zombie. Ugly and slowly die! So no need to bother me and there are other victims!"

I thought I was a little crazy. Dialogue with yourself. It's just, this is how I am. That's why I feel alone like this. Especially if my mood is uncomfortable.

The rain has just washed over the city of Bandung. The coffee served is very fitting to be enjoyed at a time like this. My body is stuck to the table. Hold both hands in front of the face. Covering half my face with rest on a table white bone typical of this cafe.

My attention is entirely behind the window glass that condenses because of rainwater. Looking at the rain that falls to the earth, is the same as remembering the good times I have experienced. I felt like I was pulled back far back. Remembering the incident when I first came to this city. The first time I met Angga in person. The first time we argued about trivial things, and the first time I slept in his arms. The comfort that originally existed only in my hallucinations, is now truly realized. But ... suddenly the shadow of Dance appeared. And ruin everything!

"Ah, fuck! Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit! Why should he! Wicked uh the Angga! Bummer!"

Sip for a sip of sipped coffee. No matter the bag of sugar on the table. Make me taste bitter coffee is more delicious than the attitude of Angga.

I take a deep breath. Inhaling the smell of wet soil that I longed for. Just like the smell of Angga's body that I both want.

"ah! Sebel! Why does he keep showing up! Argh!" I talked to myself, grabbed my hair, frustrated. I seem to have truly become his love slave.

Coffee has been down for a few minutes. But my body refused to move from this chair. Like a magnetic pole that is different, makes me continue to stick, can not be released just like that.

Until the ringing of the device continues to disturb my daydream. There were 25 missed calls and 154 messages sent from the same person. It's just not him I want. Therefore, since the first call, I only glanced at the flat object at a glance and looked back out the window. Several times I put my palm on the cold glass. Hoping to get through it and easily reach the rain out there. While the rain continues to fall. Like understanding my broken mood.

The cafe is getting crowded, finally really makes me uncomfortable. Moreover, several times the men and women who were dressed the same, continued to look at me cynically. Ah, I got it. They don't like to see me here. Just ordering a cup of coffee. Without moving from this place even though my coffee is no longer left.

Uprighten body. Put the device in the bag. And walk out of the cafe casually. No matter what their cynical gazes inside were. They are just officers. If the owner does the same, I'll make sure my coffee cup lands on his face.

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Up outside, the wind hit my face and my body was rough. The rain changed the storm. Lucky lightning or lightning absent tonight. Therefore, I came out of the cafe lightly, without burden. Breaking through the rain that has now been felt to the skin of my body. Several taxi drivers and a man in a green jacket by the side of the road shouted at me. Offering their services. Either pity it or because their target today has not been achieved. But I only responded with a cynical smile.

I'm unmoving. When we got to zebracross. Thinking about what I should do next. Back to walking under the cold sky and a blanket of rain, or choosing the services of one of them to drive me home?

Scroll clock on the wrist. 2130. It wasn't too late and it seemed like the house wasn't too far from where I was standing right now. The red light turned green. Signs pedestrians can cross the road. Not only am I on this road, but there are others. But under different circumstances. They held a long, wide stick on it. Protecting half their bodies from the wet rain that seems to have no intention of reducing its intensity. Although shoes up to their pants can not be spared from the splash of rain below that bounces high upwards. While I, casually walk without fear of getting wet or cold. I like the rain. And this is not strange. Because I do this sometimes.

Step by step I walked down the sidewalk. Down, staring at my own dirty feet on the slightly disgusting wet ground. My nose is starting to itch. Sometimes I rub it and there is a sneezing reaction several times. I hope I'm not sick. But it looks like if I get sick, it's better.

"No worries, huh? What if I get sick?" Small thoughts crossed my brain. Smirk victory came after. But immediately the smile fell with the shadow of Angga and Tari this afternoon.

"Ah, how could he be worried. Who am I? What's important to him? The proof ... she can be as soon as it's the same Dance. I knew I hated it the same way Mom dropped by! Why is he the same!"

Kuhenter-stroke the feet to cause splashes around. Lucky there was only one. Otherwise I would definitely be considered insane by people.

"Aarray!" I screamed pretty loud. "Sebeeeel!"

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Arrive at the home page. Nova was pacing on the terrace, clutching the device in his hand. I'm sure he's waiting for me to come home. Instantly he glared to see me coming.

"God! Crazy one! Why just come home? Rain anyway. Not afraid of pain?!" Omel Nova then pulled me right away sitting on the porch seat.

"Wait awhile! I'll get a towel! It's good to get into that wet house! I'll be the one mopping. Oh wow!"

I squeezed the end of the shirt I was still wearing. My eyes began to twinkle. My nose is getting itchy. Until the moment Nova appeared, she immediately covered my body with a towel and shower pajamas.

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Don't beat the other one. I don't like it!