Jams

the chapter up 97

A week goes by so quickly. On Monday at work, health procedures are not saggy in anticipation of the spread of covid, Jihan did not forget his online lectures, logged in angkot open files from lecturers. Even on Tuesday, there was a repeat of the morning activity of the mahamurid plus karyawati.

Afternoon, after work Jihan onmind briefly for a meal in the Cafeteria. After that, he was onmind again one hour for his boarding alias income, also did not forget to stalk Marcel.

On Wednesday during a work break, Icha was astonished that Jihan had not been seen eating and was only taking college hours, HP said. Icha bought Jihan Nasgor a pack for home meals.

Beres eating, Jihan onmid until magrib arrives. After isya, boarding is quiet no mission or income is not available. Jihan spent her onmind time at the Panti, looking for Marcel. There he could only see the owner of the bedroom lying down, already in a hurry to rest.

Thursday at work, the stock of goods is added quite a lot. Until the break clock ticks the SPG is still in order. It was Lulu who then continued the task because of her work schedule.

Icha Kepo was finished when he saw Jihan join him in the employee cafeteria.

The afternoon arrived home, Jihan was not onmind. He also missed magrib due to sleep. Serving the customer while cleaning the stock makes his muscles blustery.

When praying Isya, Jihan perlama prayer, stock of his brand that seabrek it has been considered a "azab" for each SPG.

Then Jihan chose to sleep rather than onmind. He also began sending messages to Marcel's number. When she was answered, Jihan screamed. Jihan hurriedly closed her eyes when Mamah came.

Ling Ling remained anxious. Although his son had already said and reasoned the scream was because of the boyfriend, that word made Mamah kepo, because only now Jihan sounded excited.

While reading WA Jihan, Ling Ling soon found out who her son's girlfriend was. Ling Ling whispered to Jihan not follow her "level.

On Friday the covid procedure is maintained, special masks are distributed to be used at home later, the inspector spray is still running.

Jihan also found her stand was neat right in Lulu's hands. Jihan has not been so able to clean up, the complete-size pants that are as tough as the camerain she forced compressed in the box. This morning the "stumped" box had become a neat and easy pile to take, no longer a pile that was plucked one, the other "blurred" all.

Home from work, tired yesterday still feels. When tired by overtime hours Jihan is not so pervasive energy. So when the fall on his bed, the reply came, tired that was gone instantly. Jihan and Marcel chating.

Finished Isya, Jihan continued to exchange messages and words. Then they call puberty kids. Somehow not videocall, maybe voice only for them is quite satisfying.

On Saturday, the course files of the lecturers are off. But as soon as Jihan arrives at Citymall, the health guards continue to "fight".

Shift's two arrive, Lulu teaching Jihan to fold professionally before coming break hours. SPG as easy as Lulu, it is already a legend in Hamam. Jihan directly hapal although not as fast and absorbent as Lulu, not yet instigated craftsmen in the factory.

Jihan finds Marcel waiting near an employee parking post. They turned out to make arrangements for a date and a walk in the mall. Both have fun at a fastfood mall, laughing at their own shows.

At home, Jihan and Marcel wait for Mamah to come home. They filled in with chatter about the Tester. The two detected Ling Ling's arrival through the sound of a fence wheel. They peeked at the attic veranda, Mamah was still on the phone, while closing his phone Ling Ling dipped the HP screen. Jihan and Marcel hurriedly went down because Ling Ling was also pinching a bag of donuts.

Sunday morning as usual, Jihan was exercising her feet. The goal is to stay at Aunt's house.

Jihan arrives at her foster home's shop, meeting Marcel there for the second time. Jihan found Marcel hit after jogging as well, long-sleeved t-shirts and training pants, pigtailed hair.

"Do you want to make noodles?" tanya Jihan finished kissing Auntie's hand.

"eungeus. Be able. Nyaho weh keur hungry tea.

- Yes it is. Be able. You are hungry again

Jihan took two-pack instant noodles. There also Bibi was stirring a glass of coffee, was waiting for two pengojek who sat fried snacking.

Jihan picked up a small pot that hung on the wall of the stall, immediately busy. He ignored the sweat and dampness on his face. His eyes occasionally towards Marcel, the friend was engrossed in sitting HP incantations.

Aunty is older than Mamah, and is still part of the family, aka the step-sister. He also lives independently, helping his neighbors. Aunty then fries the bakwan finished serving her two customers.

Silence is there too. Usually there are older people who like to chat, but today they are not the ones.

The busker came and seemed to understand, what song would be suitable for this one "tomb. In the shade, there was no sun sting, the guitar echoed in the sound of his busker.

Aa. kuu teraa..

abandoned lover

Never. ever thought this could happen.

Aa. ku teraa..

when you pass

All the love stories in my heart.

My love for you, it's sky-high

But you don't feel..

My dear to you, I remember slalu

Let me bring it myself..

I can't hold your footsteps

I can't help your departure

You are ter. laluu..

been with the others

for your life later

I can't hold back my tears

I can't help my sadness

I'm han. cuu..

I lost all my dreams

The sound is getting more and more mengenakan existing busyness. All were mute until finally there was the echo of a crisp guitar.

Auntie gave me a dime.

"Thank you, ma'am." said the busker, looking down, he immediately left without taking off his guitar.

Greengs.. Stand up..! Ms. greeng-greeng! Ting!

No one commented on the busker.

"here, Mar. Sit down," Jihan's pinta.

"Eh, yes."

Marcel switched places, from the front of the stall moved inside. He's sitting on a long bench too, but inside here's a special dining table. Marcel continued reading.

Jihan is no longer Marcel's lyrics, due to her cooking activities. Calm down is possible because Marcel's distance with him is closer. Jihan looks so expert in her busy life, even though only boiled instant noodles using eggs plus sausage leaves.

"Oi scissors where's Bi?"

Aunty took it from the stall, and then she gave it to Jihan.

"Tawarin drink oruh temennya, Han."

"He's a sunda loh, Bi. She is shy of her son."

"What ai you," Marcel interrupted immediately.

"Auntie make milk, huh, Neng?" haggling Aunt to Marcel.

Marcel was again. "Ih, don't Bi. Let first. I don't want to bother Auntie."

Marcel's cheeks are flushed.

"Lo don't worry. My mom's aunty khan too, Sel. Still stronger aunt than us."

"Kumaha oruh, uh and I'm ashamed," said Marcel blushing.

gimana dong, ih. khan I'm ashamed.

Jihan did not chim in, cut out the sow seasoning, busy returning with cooking.

"Ride, Neng. Later, if you want to drink, or if you want to drink, you can make. Sok weh is era-era. Aunty likes me to parawan nu galeulis," said Bibi tried familiar and slang.

anyway, Neng. Later, if you wait again, or want to drink, you can make. Don't be shy. Aunty likes to be connected with a beautiful virgin.

"Wios, Bi. Keun. I still don't tuda."

- Maison, Bi. Let's ajalah. I still bear that

"Ah.. Kumaha?"

- Ah.. How responsibility?

"Ngaheuheeurin shop, Bi."

- Nyepitin shop, Bi

"Heu maneh mah, aya weh alesan tea. Yes, Bi. Let Jihan make it."

- Hu elo, there is aka alesannya.

"Ih, ari sia. Keun we's. It's any. Bae, Han."

- Ih, elo nih. Let aja. Don't oh. Let, Han.

"Wae's sweet tea ache?"

want some sweet tea?

Marcel did not respond, suddenly his cheeks were red again. He focused on his phone. Marcel just let Jihan go.

Auntie asked Jihan to take care of the stew. He said let him make you some sweet tea. Aunt took two glasses, immediately busy working. He also later received money from a buyer who had finished breakfast.

Soon after, Jihan brought two bowls of food. He put his bowl on the table and sat directly in front of Marcel.

Jihan saw the two guys leave, there was nobody on the front bench. Jihan stood up to pick up the spoon and fork, then came out the bench. He went around the table, then sat down next to Marcel.

The pretentious Marcel put down his HP, then tightened his seat to Jihan's side. He immediately stirred up a stirring of instant noodles.

"Do you want to use saos?" marcel asked, his hand holding the bottle.

Marcel shook his head.

Jihan look, Aunt is still busy stirring tea. While watching his aunt, he brought his head closer, then sniffed Marcel's hair further kissing the cheek. Jihan immediately positioned her seat again, tightening her body.

"Still.." quietly Marcel, looked embarrassed and continued stirring the noodles again.

On the roadside, the two friends had finished eating. Now they walk around chatting. Then the vehicle accompanied their journey, some shops were open and on the move.

"Gue failed to bring people. So Dian is not angry. I also did keki. Therefore, mending I hold a job, same lecture," the story of Jihan for her carelessness first when recruiting a lusid candidate.

"So at the Panti anyway, at least just wake up the guy."

"That's it?"

"Trouble, realize that meditation is right to bring the Receptor that is not right. We don't know how long he has been, where he is. It's not a hundred."

"How many times do you meet new people?"

"Five hundred digits. Two millions. But in Layer I rarely mengedetek candidate signal, must comb the cell by manual, open-wall. A month of seven, sometimes four. But that's it, it's hard for us to get it, the guy doesn't want his basetime body where he is."

"Ehh, your origin is also khan is that? Kaga's clear."

"But amnesia?"

"Kalo random yes. My early days at Internal were in the same war as my mutant body, McWell. His heart is in the Heart now.

At first I wanted to practice meditation, the ritual of making a succum. Hera came to me, she came with Ray who stuck on her back.

Lah but, he's the one who's rumbling, calling world war, radiation, mutants, including my body, the McWell."

"Who is he?"

"Yes he was me too, again using skinchar. I don't know his identity yet, but Irma's sister is with Mamah already, because she is the one who knows. It was so familiar that I was surprised. Uh, surrounded again by the same Jhid who said he was Hera's pet jeans."

"Trus?"

"Because Mama asked, I obeyed. No more rituals. You see, the body I live in is mutated into the McWell."

"Horny?"

"Not hosted, Han. It's evolved."

"Khan's evolution isn't that short? It takes a long time, Cell."

"Then I urged this Hera. He knows evolution, but he doesn't know what Badge radiation is."

"Catastrophe? You mean the portal Server?"

"Yes. Which other badges?"

"..??"

Jihan was silent and wondering. Marcel did not continue his story. They fit right up to their destination, directly intercepting the angkot at the stop.

Marcel gandeng Jihan stepped up to enter the transport. Jihan immediately scanned the steps of the friend so as not to be dragged because the angkot stopped in the distance.

Marcel was sitting in the corner, Jihan was sitting facing him.

"Where are you going, Neng?"

"Gang Lam Alif Bang."

"Hadeeh." drowned the driver, already familiar with Jihan.

Angkot is running again. This time not speeding. The driver was driving it casually.

"Radiation. Keep what, Cell?" ask Jihan. "Lo by one with Hera?"

"Kalo judesin yes. He's kind of familiar with me, the Lusi.

He (Hera) the story, once also seen the person who is exactly physical, call the Widow. This guy's just as sewed into him.

Hera Nyuekin prohibits her (the widow) from escaping from home just for ritual. Bodo time he will creep a hole, cloud consciousness, Kencana kejidik. He's raving into another world. Trus Hera dapet suitable place that is no other cave (McWell) it.

He managed to get rid of his body. The cave is so dark, the cas lamp is not far-reaching. He also went out of the cave.

And the widow's ban is. Hera thought he would fly out of the cave, no longer sober up Kencana. Though it is clear the day is still bright, already know he meditasinya time ashar. As soon as the portal hurry Hera away, yes keiseplah."

"Continue?"

"Gue doesn't know if he's telling me his story, Han. The more curious the other world."

"Trus?"

"Hera felt his spirit was mental, and immediately entered his body again in the cave. He said he felt rejected, not so creepy. In fact, he has moved to the end of time.

The cave is very dark he (Hera) said, because of the thicket of the ruins, it has become underground.

He is in the future, his body is still translucent among the people, the citizens of a futuristic city.

The world is in the age of aliens. The evolutionary creature of man himself, big eyes, flat idung, small mulit. His civilization used stealth technology, he said the computer contained the genie."

"Short story?"

"Ntar. The body he lives in is still there. Eternal idup until the alien era. Hera was hunted by his army. Now, his adventure begins.

Do you know Han, who's the widow?"

"Whose eyes are those items khan?"

"Of course, eta mah sato."

- Lo here, it's an animal

"Hhh-hhh!"

"The Widow was thought to be Hera. That's why nyesel is amazing.

Hera is the sword of McWell's army, where Jhid's sword is."

"Hhh-hh! It's old too, Cell."

"That smells of something. The sword carries Kencana radiation.

Unbeknownst to me, the arrival of Hera to the house tuh, his mother and my body evolved so quickly.

My body absorbs Kencana energy, the radiation is still metal. Unbeknownst to me, my body is energy portal.

Hera has been told Jhid even though about this wormhole radiation. His return to my time is different, will not meet the widow again, only make me a mutant.

Well khan he (Hera) biang keroknya, my body to-evolution because he brought objects end-time technology, jin technology."

"Cell, what I want to ask you, when is Hera merdekain Jhid?"

"It's not wrong, as Hera left, nyari the Widow. Seberes nyampein bannya to me, he returned to the cave.

Jhid told me this.

Originally, the Jhid exit from his khodam was rejected by these batteries, Han. You see, the Kencana portal will also remove her ingetan. Hera's reckless, take her to the Kencana portal."

"Trus?"

"Gue doesn't know where Hera is now. For sure, I repeat his history.

Because a few months later I started the ritual again and managed to ngalong.

I got meditations at home. So fitting out is not dark, still in my room. My body is like the wind. My brain is calm, not afraid to see my own body in it cross-legged.

Tomorrow, I.."

"Lam Alf.. Lam Shem Aliif..!" tell the driver's brother.

"Hii. is nyampe. Down yuk? We're continuing at home."

After getting off, and then paying the freight, Jihan asked Marcel to tell her again.

"Because the first ritual worked, I'm going to go again tomorrow, Han. The second time I didn't think it was the same."

Jihan deliberately stopped under the archway, Marcel did not protest, came to a stop.

"Unexpected?" ask Jihan, repeat the word.

"Jhid khan went and was taken by Hera."

"Yes. Trus?"

"He was confused to be in that cave, straying into the present. She's also confused, because she's not with Hera anymore."

"It must have happened just right DM. Just when he was thrown out of the council."

"Eh, you know what?"

"Try, continue again the origins of elo, Cell."

"OKAY. Okay. Hhh.. The second time I went, I couldn't get back to my body. There's no council yet, haven't seen Jhid."

Jihan took Marcel, leaving the archway. He wants his friend to drink. Jihan took him home.

Before long they reached their destination, after removing their shoes, removing socks, they found Dad was watching a rapot. Jihan did not let go of her grip. I also cleared my prank.

Jihan immediately climbed up carrying Marcel with her cheeks already red-red.

Arriving at the room, the two continued the conversation. Marcel was sitting on a desk chair, Jihan opened her parachute jacket.

After hanging the jacket behind the door, Jihan closed the room. He moved to the balcony door where there was a dispenser. Jihan watched Marcel's story while filling a plastic cup, shortly after it was full, she brought it to Marcel.

Marcel gulped down the glass until it ran out. While waiting, Jihan tucked her hair into her ear. Marcel put a glass to the study table.

"More not..?"

"Hhh.. Nook. I keep going yes. Then-"

"Then you're so sleepy, I'm drugging you with a drink" Jihan said as she pressed her finger against Marcel's lips. "Nih khan told me about you. I want to talk about you."

"Ouh. yeah. I'm sleepy. My head.. You give me what medicine?" asked Marcel holding his head.

"Mosquito repellent. You okay?"

"I'm not papa. Strong medicine can be."

"Hhh-hh! Damn you.." Jihan's shoulders are shaking.

"Swer I'm tired. Can't you sleep here?" marcel asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and lying down.

"Mk.."

Jihan did not chim in, looking at the sleepy Marcel closing his eyes with his hands. He immediately went up, then lowered Marcel's hand which covered the friend's face.

When Jihan was in bed, Marcel smiled to find the face of the owner of the room. Jihan tidied the hair that was stuck to Marcel's temple, lowered her head, smeared the wet lips.

"Mhhh..!"

"Mmhhh!" Marcel held Jihan's head so she wouldn't let go of her lips.

Jihan slowly lay down, Marcel's head following her.

Viva.upp..!

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