JUNIOR

JUNIOR
part 33's



***


A little while later, Elsa approached Saga who focused on playing mobile phones and occupied the right seat facing the man.


“Long time, Which?” elsa asked to start the conversation.


“Ngak, coke. You alone?”


“It, itself. Who else wants to be the same?”


‘Hopefully that bitch is in the apartment now.’ Elsa spoke inwardly, displaying a smirky smile at the corner of her lips.


“Yaudah, we'll eat first, yes. That Abis you keep me shopping. Okay?” he said take over a sweet smile.


Saga just nodded. Resignation is the only way to keep Elsa from suspecting him.


Across there, Vana is ready with earphones in both earholes, turning on music with a powerful volume. Lazy she heard Elsa spoiled on Saga. Tight-tasting.


Close your eyes, reflex exhale rough breaths, then sip a still steaming cappucino to calm the mind.


‘Huft ... santuyy, Va.’


***


A man dressed in all black was crouching behind the bushes of a skyscraper apartment.


Apparently, that person is about to enter one of the apartments there. His gaze that led to the 4th floor, was like implying something there.


“Definitely tuh chick is there,” murmured the man guessed, without a second thought immediately stood up, entering the apartment by infiltrating.


The apartment area was very quiet. Apartment owners rarely meditate there. If they do not move outside, they must be in their respective rooms.


Arriving on the fourth floor by using the elevator, the man visited one of the apartments that looked very quiet.


He tried to open the main door, but it was locked. There is also one small screen that displays six lines indicating that the apartment has pins.


“Sit!” he grumbled, looking around his eyes.


“Too the door is locked, there can't be anyone inside. Is it okay for that girl to go too?”


The person picks up the phone that is in the pocket, then scrooles the contact app screen.


“Halo, Boss. There's no one here! The door is locked from the outside, wear a pin as well. Where there might be people inside.”


[Ha? There is no time, right?!]


“Not there, Boss, seriously!”


[Y–alah, come back, don't get caught]


“Okay, Boss.”


***


‘Where, anyway, lo bitch? Look out, if I meet you, yes!’ he said in his heart, with a reddened face holding something back.


“Call from whom?” tanya Saga suddenly looked at the girl seriously.


“From temen.”


“Yang, really, you didn't bring him here?” This time it was Elsa who asked, in order to confirm Vana's whereabouts.


“What do I bring him? Are you not jealous?”


“Yes jealous, lah! Where is she again?”


“At his father's house.” Saga had to lie. What if Elsa finds out that Vana's here? Could serious!


‘Ihs, sumpah greget banget gue! Kira-kira rumah bapaknya di mana, ya? Nggak mungkin gue tanya ke Saga. Oke, kita percobaan pertama gagal!’ Gadis itu menggerutu dalam hati, memejamkan mata geram.


‘For next, don't expect you to get away, bitch!’ with breath that begins to hunt.


***


As usual, on the eve of Tuesday's two-week schedule, Dira will go to a public basketball court not far from Vana's home court.


Usually, too, the guy would invite Vana to participate in the training, but today somehow he hesitated to take Vana there.


Vana would often return to Gibran's house every Monday on the day she would come with Dira to play basketball, or just see Dira and his training range together. Not forgetting that Ryn was on the show.


The guy seemed to think, then he finally picked up a flat object inside his pocket and looked for Vana's contact there. He won't call. Just sending a message is enough, he thought.


To Vana :


[Va, I'm OTW field. You're not out?]


Across there, Vana rounded her eyes, then clenched her forehead softly like a basketball court.


‘Mampus, I forgot!’ he grumbled, cursed himself. Finally, he typed in a reply for Dira.


To Dira :


[Oh, sorry yes, Di. I'm not home anymore. Next time]


The tring!


Dira :


[Okay, sip.]


Seriously Vana forgot. They have not been on the field for a few weeks because of the holidays. It's only natural that he forgot. Huh!


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