
Dira is relaxing on the sofa. Put a popcorn into his mouth. Don't forget that many beer cans are scattered everywhere.
This is the first activity that is so relaxing. Spend a boring day with a round of DVD movies.
Dira with his gaze focused on seeing the storyline. A comedy movie that won't make him laugh. Comedy that just makes him always pissed.
"Well funny from where, really cheap film," ledek Dira who still continues to chew popcorn caramel taste.
The sound of the door was heard from the end of the hallway. Automatic door open sound.
Dira is happy that Erick is back. He immediately hunted jump & brisk walk.
Dira saw Erick right in front of the door. Still standing with a lethargic face. Dira is confused. Coming up with a handsome face and coming home brings chaos.
Erick looked at Dira annoyed. Maybe Dira's playing him back now. Erick thought all along.
"Rick, what's wrong with you?" tanya Dira laughed grimly.
Erick with a bete face directly threw two plastic grocery bags.
"Don't tell me to go back to that creepy place again" Erick replied in anger.
Dira began to notice Erick's appearance. From the top of the foot to the bottom.
White shirt shirt shirt that is exposed to a lot of stains. Tie that has been separated from the neck, scuffed and wrinkled suit.
One more thing. Black leather shoes turned brown due to piles of dirt mud.
"Where did you end up Rick." Dira still does not believe in Erick's appearance.
"I hate that place" Erick replied loudly to Dira.
Dira doesn't care. What Erick was going through back then, he didn't want to know at all. Dira walked over to Erick. He was seen trying to touch Erick's body.
"Don't try to touch."
"What the hell is Rick. I'm just gonna take this for me."
Dira then showed me what he meant. Carry 2 plastic grocery bags.
Dira left alone, he only cared about fried noodles.
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Checking one by one the ordered items that Erick has brought. Dira showed an unhappy face. Of the many orders that Erick bought, all of them failed miserably.
Erick came out of the room, his body and hair were a little wet. Erick just cleaned himself up. There was a small towel still stuck on his shoulder.
Dira sees Erick out of the room and immediately approaches her.
"Take a look at all the junk you're carrying" Dira said in an exasperated tone.
Erick frowned, feeling that something was wrong he thought.
Dira shows one by one from a pile of pads & instant noodles. Everything fell down to the floor.
"I want Indomie fried noodles" grumbled Dira.
"It's noodles, you think I'm shopping for refrigerators." Erick is still astonished.
"It's boiled noodles!"
Erick then showed a pack of fried Indomie on Dira's face.
"Nih look at the writing Indomie fried."
"Yes, but the taste of chicken is a pug. I don't like spitting up."
Erick really lost his mind. Dira was too chatty and could not understand his efforts.
"Keep what, the pads are not there for malem. It's all daylight."
"Well, what's the difference between day and night?"
"Yes different dong Rick. That's when you don't know." Dira continues to debate Erick who really does not know what.
"Wear what is! don't complain too much."
Erick sat down in annoyance. His eyes continued to brim and his hands touched his head. Like a dizzy father thinking of SPP children.
Dira can't do anything. He was just speechless and a little happy to see Erick screwed up like that.
Dira sat right next to Erick. Trying to calm the heart of a man who is in turmoil.
Dira thrusts two packs of instant noodles. It's not the original fried noodles. But this is better than nothing.
"Let's cook." Dira smiled as she put on a pleading face.
Erick saw her beautiful face, certainly could not resist. I don't know, this time Erick changed a little bit.
"She doesn't like it, '" Erick replied.
"Father. This time it's."
Dira gives Erick two packs of instant noodles. Erick accepted it willingly.
"But Dir. I don't know how to cook noodles." Erick started laughing. Shows the shame of a man who loves a woman.
"Calm down, we cook together."
Suddenly Erick's heart felt something different vibration.
Heart's pounding.