Gharib Love

Emasculated

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Mobile phones that always accompany his life will never be abandoned even though it is so focused on television.

Yes, that's right; occasionally the eyeball view facing the phone, his ears are still safe in a position to filter the sound arising from the television.

Often he is made to wonder about it, why others if it has focused on the phone when called so slow response.

So that the one who calls must be in a tone that can make them surprised.

As for herself; without being made surprised, even with a soft voice Aini could digest.

The same is true when he uses a headset; when others do not respond with the reason of using a headset will not hear.

He even tried to use a headset with a medium volume; the sound around still sounded so clear, although it sounded dimly; when called also can still answer.

Well when trying with the full volume alias most fasten; he can also catch the sound that is around him.

Cring..

Hp Aini bernotifikasi, no longer in silent as before.

"Who the hell is chat?"

Slightly furious, but still turned his eyes to his phone.

"eeeem, just a group message."

It is clearly displayed there group called PERPUSJAL (street library), written the message that in the group there is an open invitation.

Time after Maghrib to get bored, on Saturday to open a stall in front of the housing, call aja Pandawa.

Why Sunday night? Ordinary Sunday night many people go out at night, and because the majority members still sit in the same High School; sunday Night is the right time, because tomorrow they will not be late to go to school.

Aini refocused on the television she watched with her family.

"Cring,"

Aini's phone again reads, I don't know who else gave the message. Aini the person always feels curious, so when there is an incoming message he always sees it. Replying or not is a back problem.

With her curiosity, Aini opened the message and read it in her heart.

"Have you reached home?"

WhatsApp messages again from Reza, the man always just wanted to know the state of Aini. But Aini responded with a casual response, and considered Reza as an ordinary friend.

"Here you go, my mom." A brief reply was made by Aini.

"Yes, get some rest! Don't forget to eat!"

With all the ability Reza always just give attention to Aini, while Aini? Yeah, assume it's normal. Because he never meets face to face, attention is only attention.

Actually Aini was also a little uncomfortable with that attention, but because no one chatted anymore than those people; Reza and Arya. So Aini appreciates their existence a little.

"Kriiying, that's,,"

"Ah, who else?"

Just now Aini wants to put the phone, but the phone does not want; so there are only incoming messages one by one on his WhatsApp.

This time neither Reza nor Arya, but Diki.

In the message he asked,

"How about Sunday night when we open the stall?"

Aini answered the message properly, "Not yet to know, if there is no other activity or college assignment; insyaallah join."

"If you go with yuk!"

Actually Aini forgot that Diki was joined in the library group, Nah while Diki is Aini's ex-girlfriend who has a long relationship compared to others. They connected for about 2 years and ran aground.

"I guess I pay first, only later if I want to follow."

Subtle repulsion but whether realized or not,

"Yes, gpp if you want to pay first. We're going out together, okay?"

While Aini seemed to reject the invitation calmly and without hope.

"Hmmmmm, okay, just tomorrow!"

"Okay, see you!"

"OK,"

Now Aini put down her phone slowly, with a cautious heart and hope that no incoming messages will come back.

Aini's hope is granted, she enjoys the atmosphere of the night by watching television with her small family. Joking, chatting with the film screenplay, greget with the film, even said as if he wanted to change the storyline in the film.

"It should have slapped the Flower early" said his father furiously.

"Yes, is.. It's too quiet" added the mother.

Sahutan Aini is different from both,"The person is a film, invited to say yes will not be responded."

The crack was laughing until the corner of the room was full.

Minutes passed, which Aini had forgotten with her tiredness; this her body again reminded.

Without saying goodbye for fear of disturbing the atmosphere, Aini immediately stood up while grabbing her phone and immediately stepped into the room where she was dreaming.

Aini's family also did not ask her where she was going, because they already know Aini's habits that if at home more often in the room to rest.

"Ups, I want to sleep; I haven't prayed!"

In the middle of the trip Aini remembered that she had not prayed Isya' and finally turned right towards the bathroom, which she did,

"Nearly forgetfulness; Thank you, O God!"

His body is withered, but that does not mean he is unable to reach for the water.

Prayer is not just a duty, but an inner need that every believer must meet.

"I'm not a good boy, but I still need a Good God."

Aini cleans the farji before outlining the ablution water to her body parts,

The hour hand continued to pass, Aini had fulfilled her needs.

"It's time for tiduuuuuuur," cried out in his mind.

Feet are moving towards the most comfortable place,

"Braaaac,"

The door closed rather slowly, but it could still be heard by his family who had focused on television drama. But again, his family did not bother about it. Different again if the door is closed with a loud and deliberate sound, it may cause anger from the father and mother.

"Bruck,"

His body was instantly dropped on his hard mattress, not feeling any pain instead enjoying it.

"Huuuuuuuuuuh," his breath was so solemn.

"Finally, it can be self-defeating too."

"This day is so exhausting."

Then he accidentally opened the screen of the cellphone in his hand, but nil;

"No one sent a message! Where the hell are these people?"

Aini never drowned her sleepy eyes, she instead focused on looking at the mobile phone screen that opened the number stori-stori that save each other in her contact.

Many models of stories that explain their lives, there are also up stories that bear nuance or science. But the longer he looked at the story, the more could his eyes.

Finally he opened the YouTube page, where he looked for a song verse that could make him fall asleep.

Not a DJ song or a western song, which he aimed is a mellow song. From there Aini's eyes began to fade and will be dim.

The song verse still kicked, but Aini's eyes were washed away; it dissolved with the song verse that kicked.

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