Labile

Labile
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"Waalaikumsalam, how come home?"


Ask mom when I got home.Tia just drove me up the front alley, she said she would stop by next time.


"Yes, Monday is the end of the semester assessment, so now go home early so the students can rest more"


I was obviously with the mother who was reading the recipe book. I also sat next to him, because talking while standing with the other person who was sitting was not polite, especially with his own parents. My mom loves to cook, but she doesn't. So, he often read recipe books.But for me, mother's cooking is still good.


"Oh yaudah learned the real thing."


Mother's advice.


"Ready"


"When is it eaten?"


Ask your mom and close the recipe book first. That question I always hear every time I go home from school, since High School exactly, because during Elementary School and Junior High I do not like to bring supplies. After all, it used to be that the return hour was not as late now. I'm in high school but mom still treats me like an elementary school kid. Hmm, no matter how big we are still babies in the eyes of parents.


"It was morning ma'am, but it's still half left, because it's going to hunt home"


I answered while taking out the box from the bag.


"Yaudah, let's eat the rice again, will you?"


I shook my head


"Give me a ma'am"


"It was thrown away anyway, out there a lot of people are starving, you're wasting rice"


I was wrong, I said in my heart.


"I mean in. be given chicken aja ma'am"


I gave a suggestion. Coincidentally my neighbor's chickens are many and used to go back and forth to the front of the house.


"Judah you taro in the kitchen"


Huh, I finally survived a mother's nagging that would normally be super long. If you've been nagging, no one should bother you.


To enjoy this early home, as well as to relieve my stomach ache due to menses, I swam on the bed. You know, what style do I think?The answer is the style of the stone exposed to the wind. I can't sleep well. When I woke up, there was no way my bed would be as neat as before.



"May sleep well"


I hope while closing my eyes and hugging the bolster. But, maybe because it's not my bedtime, it's not what I expected. Left tilt wrong, right tilt not soundly, telen tang ya die.


Finally I do not choose to sleep on my back, I wake up and prefer to go to bed with water. At the end of the day, I'm back to my usual routine, which is to play mobile.


After turning on the data, many messages came in, there were about 300 more, understand the name is also a group message.


I read it as late as


"Yaudaa let's go look"


"But my motorbike is being used by my father"


"A carpenter clock is also on Friday"


A nigger?who is sick?the feeling of school all. I finally opened the group message, and I scrool from above. I was shocked to read one of my friends' messages, which was in it


"Woi had an accident in front of the gas station, it was Tia"


And this message was sent an hour ago. I freaked out, immediately looked for Tia's number, then called her. Many times, but not lifted. According to my friend who witnessed it firsthand, he said it was not too severe, was immediately taken to the hospital to be treated for injuries, and now it has been brought home.


Ask in group chat.


Well, even be chopped. But I'm still waiting, maybe someone's retaliating. Suddenly Rafa called me.



I thought, there's no harm in being lifted, who knows he'll give me information about Tia.


"Hi Ntin, you're home right?"


"Yes"


My answer


"Whose house?"


It is impossible to be at your house.


"House, father's house and mother's house"


I answered patiently. Remember, I'm dealing with reporters.


"Thank God, not in the hospital, right?"


Ask again.


"Not"


"Gue was worried, afraid Tia had an accident with you, because I saw you two in the parking lot"


I also saw Rafa earlier, while wearing a jacket.


"Yes, I feel guilty"


Spontaneous, I poured out my guilt.


"Why?"


"Kalo Tia does not want me to go home first, maybe Tia will not be an accident"


I said with regret. Supposedly, I just refused his invitation earlier.


"It's not your fault"


Rafa tried to comfort me by saying I was innocent.


"You want to look?"


"Now"


I answered enthusiastically.


"Judah come on, I'll take ya"


"Eh gau.."


"pbu.tutt"


Phone's dead. I'm sorry, but I haven't finished talking. Now, what am I supposed to do?


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