Jams

the chapter up 00

"Yahu-uu.. Hicks-hiks!! Ms. ceeel..!! Hua.a.. Oh Allah. hwaahh.. "

Mar..

..eeell!!

Cells.. Seels.. Seeels.. Seeeel's...

In her sitting in this POV room with her back against the frame wall, Jihan was silent and kept daydreaming. He was in blind solitude, there was no one there but a flat object that still contained his sadness.

Jihan chose to stay in this blindness which is a closed place for anyone. First Person suddenly became a special location in his life, which the community called FP as offmind, not on Earth or in the sky but in the presence of the Creator.

Jihan continued to grab her bangs until she seemed to be sitting supporting her forehead with two hands.

Previously, the lusid was still with the recluse when they wanted to plunge into the field, prepare in the clothing room. He found a shirt with the following sentence:

It only takes a short time to get you tied up

"Kaos what the hell, can I use Beb?"

Marcel agreed to let Jihan wear the shirt and had a long time to see the writing printed there. Then in the A5, the two soon fought the machine. Arriving at a time when both of them already seemed critical, Marcel acted unexpectedly for the sake of their victory; shied action.

After the talk hero Marcel breathed his last breath.

Jihan knows them in an AI century war simulation. But his heart is not. Jihan was saddened by the victory because she lost the actual "trophy" that very second.

Maybe Marcel is delivering something for Jihan in his own way. Jihan only remembered her gaze to the writing printed on the t-shirt.

Or maybe there are other things like the meaning of his presence. Because before Marcel trained he delivered another impact of the event on Jihan, which was to reduce 'push'.

Marcel himself will tell, or it could be him who wants to know about Jihan.

Jihan wanted to be a "attacker", and Marcel's welcome was more than his expectation because the hermit was waiting for him. That's what really happened.

In this POV room Jihan can hide her sadness, disconnected from the conscious and dream world.

"What the hell is that? Neither. I just got close-minded."

"He (Marcel) is still rumbling right gini, Cell. He knows, you're not onmind."

"Yes.. Why did he tell you what else?"

"Yes tell me to look at lo doang. But I can answer if you think about him."

"Oh so the attention was from elo?"

"Who is paying attention? Lo-gapapa tuh my sentence. Hii.. Boiler!"

"Elo! So acquainted!"

"Basic man."

"Elo exile! Yee."

"OKAY. Okay. I'm telling you, he's got a long problem with Deti."

"That's also your word?"

"Ray said that. Marcel once went on strike when he was cut by Deti, his diamond. He is a diamond himself."

"Diamond huh?"

"Han, I'm nitip one more time, don't call the original chat. I got to ntar."

"Eh, Jhid what do you mean?!"

Afternoon after exiting POV, Jihan to minimarket which is close to home aka a minute trip. He is accosted by a young man whose appearance is often 'coincidental'.

Jihan soon finds out the man is Marcel's man, and has met him before. So he also gave his time to Jhid, which could not be at length aka limited.

Jihan sat around in the afternoon enjoying her snacks on the balcony of the room. Her lips looked fresh because of the chip after chip she enjoyed the potluck chocolate ice cream.

Jihan is actually listening to a song from her phone, she rattles through the speaker of her gadget.

After Jihan finished the ice cream, then the ultramilk nyedot she bought from Hanmarket, the bag of crackles she matches took chocolate biscuits. Looks like his snacking taste wants to eat sweet only.

Kressh. kraukh. krauukh..!

The song changed, the spinning remained sad music. The listener looks relaxed, was cross-legged now Jihan folds two knees realize the balcony wall ala napi.

Krauuk..! Krauuch..

Impressed by waiting for the candle, Jihan returned to a more relaxed sitting pose. She scrolls through her collection of songs while putting her hands on her shirt, with the rest of her chocolate biscuits clinging to her fingers.

Usually natural girls use a tissue, because Jihan is an instant-skill, she chooses pants. Likewise when wiping on his lips, Jihan just swipe to the knee.

Jihan leaned back again while crashing. He was so carried away by the lyrics..

You are like a song in my heart that calls my miss to you..

"Kring! The crane! The sound of a sedan over the clatter. The car came down not propped up. Try to see a big friend. Gallons and cucumbers broke all.."

"Kring! The crane! The sound of a sedan over the clatter. The car came down not propped up. Try to see a big friend. Gallons and cucumbers broke all.."

"Hhh.." hello Jihan opened her eyes, let the incoming call keep ringing. "Sel.. Why did the song enter? It's a pity that the singer is a guy. Hhh.. Yes, la-la.."

With his gala Jihan followed the lyrics of the song that took place. His hand immediately attached HP to the ear, answering the call.

"You're looking for Marcel Han? He is, the man. Make a stir you are."

"Hhh.. Yeah, I just found out the latian area's five cringes of that cereal. Fork swamp, Brother. That's why I'm lying around, he's not even in the room."

"Gue's in the toilet, Han."

"Hhh.. Lo mah iih maen ran away that."

"Soalya every game over, different ma lusid Han. We're back in lamsad."

"The lamsad?"

"Nature conscious. When I wake up, I want to be onmind again, my stomach mules."

"Hhh.. I want her to get pregnant, not mules."

"The responsibility of the baby. You have to meet my parents now, who knows my mother was surprised to see the school meeting."

"Hhh-hhh!" A smile shakes, his eyes twitch.

Jihan listen to Marcel's description of the simulator. He fixed the flattened object to his ear, not the loud speaker. Jihan moved into the room, laid herself on the bed while twisting the bolts, busy eavesdropping.

Nuu. uut!

Just a few minutes, Jihan looked at her HP screen with a frown, the page was already in call history. He touched the horn icon calling back his stepbrother's WA number. Jihan heard the hapenya of the call no one raised, only the sound of the dial.

"Low bet..??"

Jihan immediately turned off the call, continued typing the message. After thanking her, Jihan put the phone next door. Jihan was silent, daydreaming again there.

"Captain ato forward huh, latiannya?" thought Jihan. "Yahu-uu.. Really good stuff, iih.. Hicks!"

Jihan sat changing the tv channel. It looks like it is visible from the action. Such a faint seat is the sign of the mager. But Jihan mlyrics the HP screen again next to her, busy chatting with Ririn.

"Qc..! Sori kak. I'm bothering you first.." Jihan monologue, press the remote button. "You're in actual pregnancy, he's making coins and you keep doing it."

After this Isya hour, finally the message that Jihan was waiting for came. The chat contains 'congratulations' numbers'. Jihan hid her laughter as soon as she read the reply, even sticking out her tongue once so childish, conscious of her own absurdity.

But happy is what makes him want to sleep before the time comes. Now Jihan has closed her eyes in bed, the body is regularly blooming in the cycle of breath. This weekend the next day, what he was worried about was that Marcel was not as complicated as he thought.

"Why you?" ask Ririn. "Yesterday was busy dancing, pecking in WA, asking for numbers. I was taught to eat, you were silent."

"cz, iihh.. Ririn mah's sister doesn't understand."

"The other gini too, Hani. Adekku. He said he was afraid of being impregnated. How is my brother confused?"

"Huu-uu.."

Ririn finally took Jihan into the home of Marcel. Jihan pulled him again before opening the door. Ririn was immediately astonished.

"..??"

"Wait, ihh. I haven't got a word, Brother," Jihan said, melas.

"But on a stranger like this, when to eat him??

"Hhuu. uuu.. Hani doesn't know either.."

"Yes, for the last minute you are still here, Brother, finish your cooking."

When he was about to step, Ririn's elbow was pulled by the sister.

"Aa. duuh. o Allah.. Hani's.. Marcel... pliis, what are you doing with the gini centile? What are you training in Area Five and cats like this? A minute, from now."

Without caring about her sister's sad face,

Ririn immediately entered, walking to open the door after mengultimatum.

"Hiks.." ringis Jihan.

Five minutes later, Jihan was already settling in the Valdisk room. Fortunately, Ririn was patient until finally Jihan wanted to return to her dream home to meet the owner. His hand slowly turned the door handle, the beat to the beat of Jihan opened with great care.

Jihan found her brother already sitting back in his presence room, busy bribing rice while inciting hape.

At the door, Jihan was silent. His heart beat accelerated because Marcel was not in the dining room. Jihan wondered as she glanced softly at the door next to her.

Yuri!!

Ririn sniffed her two shoulders. "Astaghfirullah. i'dhadzim..!"

The healer was surprised to hear two screams coming in his ears. He immediately clucked, sitting up delaying his eating activities while massaging his head.

Although not looking, Ririn already knew what was going on behind her.

"Eerggh..!" anxious Jihan, stood back to the door of home with her hands clenched in a tremble. "Hiks..!"

Ririn was still silent in her sitting. Pose massaged so, began to dizzy thinking of two judges of his cooking. Ririn clucked back.

"Mk..!"

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