
Ramah
After returning from business development class, his body suddenly felt bad which made him finally only able to lie on a mattress until this morning. He only wakes up during prayer hours and for certain things. Buying food has not been done because it feels very heavy splitting the cold of Seattle since Friday afternoon. Although you can use UberEATS, but all your fingers do is look at Instagram, as if there is no time to open the food delivery service application.
Looking at the explore then look back at Mita's instagram containing old photos. Hopefully today will be his lucky day to see Mita's latest activities in her story or her friends' stories. Miss it she's with Mita.
Jakarta's time difference is 14 hours earlier than Seattle, making him this morning must see the story of Vira who is on a weekly night.
Vira took a picture of embracing Mita facing the camera while smiling by writing "Mother owner Malabar 10, congratulations hopefully lasting."
He also checked all the stories of the boarding residents one by one. No exception to the story of the owner and the mother owner as they say. Huh!
Mita turns out to share her feelings in the story. Photos of dishes containing roast meat and his friends decorate his story with the addition of the inscription "Makasih Mas" complete with the man's name. Sek breng!
The repost of Adit made him even more fed up when he saw clearly he read "my dear" complete with a heart sign. The last repost plastered in his story is the speech of a man who is not much different from before. "Go public, spread the love"
It turns out that there are two humans who are drunk Asmara. The question is one, since when?
The dizziness added up many times now. Even soon the schedule to make a video call with his family in Jakarta because tonight (jakarta time) is in complete formation.
His stomach which he had not filled since yesterday afternoon until this morning made him feel nauseous. Especially looking at the contents of the story of Malabar residents 10.
"Where's lu?" he made an international call to Fery.
"Where can Mita's story be the same as it was leaked?"
"Do you know?" fuck Fery knows without telling him
"They're the world's happiest couple. He considers what cave or Fer, routine giving PAP cave activities here for a year just read without reply cave still patient. Bang satt turned out to be the reason, the cave that be go or how the hell. The cave has not eaten from yesterday because it does not feel well, just because of nausea from dawn earlier. Now the cave is getting nauseous, wanting to puke." He vented his frustration with an oath of expulsion to Fery.
"Eat Ram. You don't bother yourself. He's happy you pathetic gini. What can the cave do for you?"
"The biggest bouquet of flowers using the happy congratulations from the former from America. Cave send his address now. Send it to the cave if it's nyampe." he hung up the phone call directly he opened the green messaging application to send the full address boarding Malabar.
He also ordered food with UberEATS following Fery's advice. Maybe there must be food coming in, so that the nausea is reduced.
"Why are you doing it again?" the spoiled child is not playing.
"Again breakfast, I'm still in the morning."
"Not healthy, right? That lemes looked like it?" Her mother looked at her concerned
"Lat's new to Ma's food, yesterday wasn't feeling well not to miss a meal."
Had, her stomach felt turbulent. Arrive at the wrong time. He doesn't want his family to worry.
Rama got up while holding his forehead intending to go to the bathroom, worried about spewing out his entrails on the mattress.
"Huueekk"
"So you're vomiting?" I heard her mother screaming in panic
"Behold, I plug in an electric kettle for warm water." he tried to speak as loud as possible to be heard by his mother.
"Where do new stories eat? Where were you yesterday?" his family who are very detailed will ask for details.
"Need to go to the hospital without Ram?" his father who usually only listened now joined the voice.
"When I don't get better after drinking warm water I go to the nearest clinic."
"You don't want to get married now? Let someone run there. Worried about you there. Find Indonesians who live there."
"Father, the sick child is told to macem-macem."
"Loh really, that's see her cheeks more tapered. Don't you eat there?"
"Eat papa dong, if I'm not dead."
Still able to ask obscure things, he grumbled.