Jams

the chapter up 02

Jihan couldn't sleep tonight, sitting on the floor of the room with the spring bed. He daydreams hugging the bolster. Silence was so smiling with pushy eyes, imagining all his kisses on the hermit. Jihan also rubbed the roll, then kicked it because there is still residual or smell of the friend.

Early in the morning.

"God, Hani.. Mamah keinget soap opera Onion Merah Bawang Putih you sleep like this."

Skips.

Somehow Jihan's sleeping position when Mamah woke the child. Maybe Mamah shook her head so because Jihan was late waking up, knew she was crashing, soundly on the floor like a stepson because Ling Ling judes last night, Jihan should not sleep in a soft place.

"Take it, so it's like a broken heart. Though not. Don't know me either, why."

"Kiraen problem my customer yesterday. Ah, mother-mother basis. About the king, nagging him with ease."

"No. We khan sometimes like to talk, La."

"He (customer) is like a banding-banding artisan. Each SPG is the same, if there is a buyer we must layanin. It's sewot. People only have four hands."

"Four. You mean four equal legs?"

"Yes!"

"Damf.. Hhh-hh! I'm mutant dong?"

"Dam, Mala! There's Mr. Raden..heh! Disperse..!"

At her brand store, Jihan returned pictures waiting for mall visitors to stop by. He sighed, thirteen minutes since the last lump of his feet began to feel aching brought to a stand still.

Jihan look at the counter next door, Icha is still busy discussing with her office people. Jihan looked at her next-door neighbor, Mala was tidying up the t-shirt display.

Jihan sighed while clucking, then when she looked back at the watch, it only made her body more limp.

"Shift two is still an hour away, Giz."

Jihan looked around after speaking so, Icha and Mala were still on the move. The two SPGs are private because they have ever been kepo, lest they know about the dufan.

"Iih, da. meuni lila gini," bete Jihan.

very long - very long

In the afternoon at home, Jihan was already sitting on the bench of the foodcourt Citymall. He shakes his head while reading the news online. He has not returned home alias still clad in PDL work.

"Gue tau..!!"

"But you can't! Just take it all!"

Jihan silently looked at the source of the storm in her place, following the gazes of the people around the cafe. A couple of people are arguing.

Jihan holds a rather dag-dig-dug chest. The check turned out to continue at the TKP table.

Jihan immediately sipped her drink while standing up, draining the remaining water. Beres put the container, Jihan raised the mask, immediately stepped away from the place, not join in the network there.

"Hello, Niz?"

Jihan stuck SosFlat to her ears. On this descending escalator he tried to talk to his qorin via Sorrow. Unfortunately, there are no answers either. Jihan put her "badge" back in her uniform pocket, also silent with the mall visitors on the stairs.

Jihan walked out of the mall while pocketing the HP dufan. His face looked sad, anxious, worried before being covered with a mask. Since morning his ears have not caught the voice of Nutritional. Sorrow tells him that Nutritional again there is important business about Pnin. Jihan did not ask.

This afternoon the streets are so crowded. People were passing by in the front yard of Citymall. Jihan didn't care, the gala was still visible in the eyes of the female.

Jihan crossed the street with some people. He also came to the stop.

"Hhh.. So strange. I'm gonna call ya..?"

Jihan climbed the sidewalk while grumbling. A passerby with him turned his head when he heard the babbling of the girl. Jihan continued to ramble indistinctly.

"Timeline lo public gini anyway, so it's jarring. Really khan Rose?"

Jihan stopped walking. He stared at a shop. His mind and fear just disappeared when he found a strange and magical store. Jihan saw the items there unusual hours, the guard there was busy with HP spells.

"What clock does a bicycle peleg sell, sir?Too many needles?" jihan asked after being inside the store.

"As such. Servant is waiting for you, my lord."

"Giz?"

Jihan was immediately confused by the seller's answer. The sentence was very familiar in his ears, especially the man in front of him was female. Jihan let out a sigh of relief, she seemed to have calmed down, no longer babbling because that was how Jihan was if far from her qorin.

Jihan went back to look through the contents of the store, letting Nutrient into the next room. Here many wall clocks deviate from factory standards. The product is a timekeeper, but the needles number nine.

"No definition gini rukonya. Morning still has a contract board. Since when it opened."

Jihan is more curious, because there is still another room that Nutritional enter in this shophouse. Jihan immediately followed the jeans, because there might be something more important.

But once Jihan got inside, she found nothing. The second room was empty and smelled a little. Jihan only found Nizi was squatting waiting for an object.

"Hhhhhh!! Hhs.." End of the fragrant top Jihan that still smelled the nose. "What's your perfume, Niz?"

After being satisfied to observe the room, Jihan approached Nizi.

"Look at what I found. Our timeline has long been leaked, my lord," said Nizi who squatted in front of the compass, telling Jihan who had just entered following her.

"What's up, Giz? Compass?" tanya Jihan observed the item she picked up.

"I've told this to the Asthma board. He said it's true that this is a timeline leak. We'll find out, my lord."

Jihan stared at the thing they had just found. The shape is round thick, there is a pointing needle in it, two sides of 'compass' are covered in glass.

Jihan wondered while wiggling, but the needle in there did not move at all.

"What the hell is it, Giz?"

"Hhh.. I think it may be related to the Queen, my Lord. How good we are to find out about Pnin."

In her room, Jihan lay hugging the bolster, her position sideways against the door. He swiped his cheek into his bolster, continuing to suck the air from the cushion cloth. Jihan smiled as she tightened her embrace.

"Ummm..!"

Afternoon after work, Jihan hammers. He's still wrapped in his work uniform. Grunts by moans sounded from himself. Jihan also moved her body a little.

"Ummh, Cell.."

Jihan sat on the edge of the bed. Her wet hair she rubs. His body is wrapped in clothes. Finished this fantasy of him looking fresh and fit. Jihan's face was no longer grim, and her eyes kept glaring at the study table, where the UFO was lying.

Jihan spread her towel on the balcony clothesline. He went back into his room. Jihan sat watching the 'compass', just kept quiet not holding it.

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