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Came Person?

My laptop was just shut down by Irga, she surprised me luckily I immediately pulled a hand from the buttons.

"Well, you why the hell?!" my amuk was shocked by her.

"Kok Mbak want the same model jamet cake?"

"Belgium!"

"No! I don't agree Ma'am!"

"Lu emang who? My father until I have to ask your mutual consent?" ask me cynically

He was flinching, probably looking for another answer that would lure me even more to argue with him.

"Liat! I won't want you to stay up again Ma'am!" threaten her and keep my face away from me.

"Bodo very!" then I opened the laptop again. Yes, a few times in the last week I have trouble sleeping. Either because of frequent allergies or indeed reluctant eyes closed.

If other people when the body is tired it is easy to fall asleep, unlike my body which can not even fall asleep. The body is very tired.

As a result, I had to be accompanied in staying up late and it was often Irgah who accompanied me. He would usually talk or play guitar. Oh, yes, Irga is very good at singing also playing guitar.

Until sometimes, it can make me fall asleep. He is sometimes the one who turns off the connection or even does not turn off until the morning the call remains connected.

"Really, huh? Didn't I stay up?" ask again to make sure.

"Yes, I'll be able to stay up with Arya!" I threatened to lie so he wouldn't come back asking.

"Of course you can" sheds someone behind me. I stared with my eyes wide open hoping that not the person I mentioned was present among us.

Irga stared at that person with a face full of anger, is it true that the person I called her name came? I'm just kidding, not serious at all.

"Gapain you're here?" asked Irga who had risen from her seat. With a little courage I looked back with a nervous face.

I opened my eyes wide, frowning. Uh, this isn't the man I mentioned his name earlier. I thought a little and remembered, this man's face was like a stranger.

"Hay, Dayana. Still remember me? That handsome Reza, you know," he said, introducing himself.

Oh, yeah, I just remembered. She was Irga's cousin who was different a year from this man. He who reasoned confused choose a girl who made to be taken to a family event at that time.

"Yes, I remember" I replied with a slight smile and said honestly despite having to remember a little hard.

"Say Mama you, you come with me. We slept in my house" he said, telling me what his arrival meant.

"Why don't you ask for a house key, anyway? Let me sleep alone at home" replied Irga who seemed not to want to stay at Reza's house.

"So, instead of being happy to be able to room the same cute guy even moaned so you! A lot of girls want to room with me, you know!" reza said with a pede as high as the sky.

"Dih, blind eyes girls maybe," I murmured and averted the eyes that Irga and Reza could still hear.

"Huh? What did you say Dayana?" ask Reza who wants to be sure. I looked straight at Reza, had no doubt what I said.

The grin I could only display while Irga laughed at my words earlier, "Yaudah, yuk!" exclaim Reza who invites Irga to immediately go home to Reza.

"What's okay?"

Irga took her phone at the table and looked at me, "Gue go first, yes, Ma'am. Be careful if there's anything directly on my phone, I'll always be active, really," Irga told me and only I gave her a flat face.

"Thus .. uhuk!" timpal Reza made Irga and I look at him.

"Bother Dugong's son!" cynical Irga and walked first towards the taxi that was waiting.

While Reza is still staring at Dayana who was from earlier just listening to the debate between these cousins.

"Woy, sprawl!" shouted Irga who had arrived in front of the taxi while Reza was still silent.

"You know, I go first, yeah, Dayana," Reza said, running into the occasional taxi staring at me with a flat face.

After the taxi got away, I tidied back the table and the chair immediately entered the house because it will also be the time Isya.

Inside the house, I put the laptop back and washed my feet as it ran out of the house, "Ah!" yell and start lying on my stomach and facing the laptop screen.

I watched a drama about friendship, ah .. I remember my best friend from High School.

We are always together from SD to SMA. Until the 12th grade I found out he was dating a man who was still my lover.

Either I'm the mistress or he. However, that certainly seems to be him because it is indeed an expression of the two of them.

From there, I had no interest in having a friend. Because, the friend is just a dog. Even when we are down, they will never help.

If there is, it should be more than friends. However, it can be called a family because today friends are very difficult to get or even never exist.

When I was busy living the drama, my phone rang. I who was focusing on the conflict in this drama did not see who was calling.

"Hello, with whom?" ask me and stare focused on the story so as not to be left behind every minute.

"You're! Not even assalamualaikum halo-halo. I'm sure what kind of person you are!" amuk someone who makes me round my eyes and choose to pause the video.

I looked at the number of who came in, "Eh, Mama," I said with a grin although it would definitely not be seen by him.

"Mama is already on the road going home, yes," said Mama who gave good news.

"Alhamdulillah, Mama be careful, yes."

"Yes, no need to wait. You slept maybe Mama got to shubuh."

"Good Ma."

"Jaudah if that is it. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalight."

I returned the phone next to the laptop and went back to running the video that I had taken, "Ah ... start the story from where later, yes, same Mama," I said that I was getting ready to tell you as long as Mama was away from me.

Mama and I are actually not too close, I rarely tell personal things especially work with Mama.

It's just that, lately I started telling stories about my love so that Mama would know who would be my future husband and so that Mama could also give advice to me.

However, the blessing of parents is the most important in a relationship, if not get the blessing then it is better the separation is held.