JUNIOR
part 22's
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The quiet breakfast atmosphere. Only the sound of the clang of the spoon clashing with the plate. Neither Saga, nor Vana were reluctant to start the conversation.
Saga can't stand it. He wanted to open the conversation first, but shut down when the remnants of prestige were still veiled in the heart.
‘Ntar he kegeeran again, I thought I talked first. Can damage my reputation so prestigious cogan,’ the inner man, squinted his eyes probing.
Pretend he walked to the sink, until it had to pass from the side of the chair where Vana was sitting gulping down her orange juice.
“Ambilin my plate, dong! Let me wash here!” his orders, a glance towards Vana who was smiling sweetly, a little ignorant.
The woman collected all the dirty dishes that were on the table, then gave them to Saga willingly.
“All wash all, yes! Thanks.”
After that, Vana passed. Leaving Saga with a pile of dirty dishes, as well as the stiff face of a flat bin, which implied regret.
“Bangssat!” umpat the man slowly, double the letters ‘s’. Don't forget his red face held something back.
Though earlier he hoped to wash the dishes together with Vana, but instead failed and ended up slicing.
***
Sunday must have been synonymous with laziness, boredom and recklessness that had no equal to any other day. Especially if combined with the red cross. His damage was more than anything.
Just like Vana who had been rolling around indistinctly on the mattress, so it was not uncommon to fall on the floor, due to being too hard.
On the nightstand there are several snacks and various fruits, as well as her favorite milk box. If not under these circumstances, surely the woman had already spent it all.
“Aduh ... bosen, yes! Please!” her screams drowned her face in the pillow.
She wants to be like her friends who go have fun with their girlfriends. What power. She has no boyfriend, and even an immoral husband.
Hoping that Saga would take him on the road, but it was an impossibility, because the man would definitely go with his lover. It sucks!
Cklek!
The door of Vana's room opens, featuring the figure of Saga who is neat with his stunning style. Two words.
Kudanil. Pft! Uh. Mean handsome.
“What?” the woman asked, standing right in front of her husband.
“Gue wants to go out, do not know when to go back,” replied Saga relaxed, staring at the bead of Vana's eyes expressionless.
“Continue? What is the same order with me? Yeh, there you are, gih! No importance!”
Brak!
Slamming the door was rude, ignoring Saga whose forehead was bent. Let it. He doesn't care. Hopefully his brain will shift.
A second later, Saga walked away from the room and entered the elevator. So where did he go out of the apartment, where else?
***
In a large mall, there are several teenagers who are hanging out in caffe, accompanied by cappucino and some snacks there.
They are Dira and the gang, along with Ryn who incidentally is Ega's girlfriend.
“Now Vana is very difficult to hang out with. There must always be a reason ‘go with papa’.” Alfin opened his voice, having previously been silent for a while.
Ryn just kept quiet. Actually he was eager to tell the truth, but was oblivious when recalling Dira's special feelings to the woman.
Let time answer. At least he hopes, hopefully no heart will be hurt. Sinewed. When the world speaks the truth.
“How do you think, Boss? Gua rasa, heh .. he is intentionally ngehin—”
“She has a similar affair with her family, kok,” replied Dira quickly, cutting off Alfin's remarks. He doesn't want to talk about Vana now.
Perhaps, the expression Saga in fun fair a few days ago is enough to prove the meaning of their relationship. So no need to question.
‘Dia tidak mencintaimu, dia mencintai orang lain.’
Such are the words that have always been stirring up his mind lately. It made him have to retreat regularly, before the pain he got. Miris.
***
Meanhwhile Saga's.
The man was already in front of a magnificent mansion where a girl was already waiting for him there.
In a hurry Elsa ran a little closer to Saga's car, then entered the car and they drove casually, in the middle of a drizzling stub of remnants this morning.
“Kok, you are so long, anyway?!” asked the girl annoyed, while tidying up her slightly messy hair.
“Kan, promise at ten! It's been ten minutes, Yang! Overall!” he slid his hand on his chest.
“Telat ten minutes doang,” bela Saga, still focus on the path it crosses.
“Kalo is late, yes, late! You think ten minutes isn't long? Look, tuh! My hair is messy, you are so long!”
“Kok, bawel, anyway? Yehudah, I am here now. Baby, if we don't cry. Is your time so bad? Sorry.”
One saga's burly hand stretched out, scrambling the top of Elsa's head, making the master grimace, her hair falling apart again.
***
Now Vana is alone in the apartment. From now on, the woman was cool to come here, pacing, until she ended up in the TV room with aesthetic.
Watching the drakor, the woman clucked in annoyance. The film has been shown several times and he always sees it.
It's okay, the important thing is that he is not quiet and a little relaxed, because he sees the cogan that is airing there.
Geck, tok, tok!
The sound of knocking on the apartment door. Bothering! Clucking, the woman forced to open the door, surprised to see someone with a black appearance, was standing behind her.
“Who are you looking for, yes?” tanyanya, ventured, but was ready to stand by the door, just in case the person wanted to sculpt it.
“Search you.”
Grep's!
The man quickly pulled the nape of Vana, then smothered the woman's mouth with a piece of tissue that had been drugged.
Vana closed her eyes unconscious, then carried like a sack of rice by the man.
He brought Vana down the stairs that were behind the apartment which immediately ended at the main door of the back. Suitable for infiltrating.
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