I'm Second Also Injured
The chat started to take place
Saif is a guy who is good at speaking words, the interlocutor he is talking to must feel comfortable when talking to him. No exception Meta, it is also appropriate if he has many friends who are everywhere. Behind that many hidden things that exist in him, He is good at closing everything, there seems to be a mystery story behind him that is fun.
It does not take long for him to contact Meta, a day after getting a mobile phone number Meta every day always chat even though it is just "say hello."
Because Meta has given him his own phone number then you might not be Meta nyuekin chatnya. Meta considers him his new friend.
It has been about a week Meta and Saif communicate through chat, no chat talking about special things. Because it looks like Saif is good at communicating to someone new let alone a girl. So our chat topic is nothing too serious, like today.
" Today Meta is in shift what?."
" In the afternoon"
" More times can I play to your workplace?."
" It may be a public mall."
" It's true, too, that a private place is a home." Write with a smile emoji
" Meta I'm on the counter again ?."
" Yes, keep going?."
" Don't keep..all I buy.in pulses yes for you"
" Don't have me a lot".
" Nothing is this at the counter there is no change so all of you yes"
In the last chat Meta did not reply, because Meta did not like this kind of thing. Indeed Meta does not like to be on the same page as people who are new to Meta. Maybe if you know old, then Meta consider whether or not.
Thirty minutes no reply chat from Meta, Saif chat back.
" Meta's busy?."
Still not reply Meta, the next two hours have not yet reply Meta.
" Maac ..."
" Ma-meta.."
" Meta's angry ?"
Meta is still angry so lazy reply chatnya. Meta people are bad but the ambek kanya can not be long.
While Meta cuekin phone until the hour is 10.00 pm Meta time to go home. If you go home at night look mall that was bright because many various lights are now dark when all the stores are closed simultaneously. Outside the Mall also appears some Mall employees are still waiting to be picked up. The highway is still crowded with vehicles because this road includes downtown roads. The night air when returning home is cold, twenty minutes drive from work to the house if the traffic is smooth, if a little crowded and jammed can be up to thirty minutes more.
Arriving at home, entering the room to fall, Meta glanced at the phone screen, there were some chats from friends who seemed emergency and needed Meta reply. Read chat from friends fun because sometimes their sentences are funny can be entertaining.
Indeed, a smartphone can make everyone become like a person who is not sane, his own smiles, angry, self-indulgent chattering. Hinggaga just a day of confusion for mercy like loss of life.
It has been an hour Meta reply chat his close friends, his eyes began to heavy, when he wanted to position his body to sleep, suddenly his phone rang not the tone of the chat but the tone of the phone came in.
the name Saif..
" Yes hello."
" Good night meta."
" Why haven't you slept?."
" Want to sleep but you called, what's wrong?."
" Meta was angry about that one afternoon?."
A yes he is also good at judging if someone is angry or ordinary.
" What is it..?."
" What I bought pulses."
" Related but not liked it."
" Why don't like it, I just want to buy it."
" I'm the same you know, so I hate it when something new I know is like this... The laziest with people like this."
Meta's tone was half angry.
" Yes I'm sorry, sorry to offend you".
Sounds like Saif is typing something, though,
he sent an emoji in a chat
🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
😭😭😭😭😭😭
Automatically Meta has laughed look at the emoji he sent. The anger of Meta.
" It's okay, but don't repeat it."
" Thank you miss meta, but if we've known you long enough, I can buy you something."
" Let's see, can we still get to know him?."
" Why don't I feel comfortable knowing meta."
She was confused and said so.
"It's night, you rest, tomorrow we'll connect again."
" Good night meta."
" night".
Every beginning is a sweet thing.
