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Missing Mobile Tragedy#1

Glek !

Non-itchy head scratches.

I rolled my eyes away my head from Mamak.

" I'm still first grade at Mak High School... Masih.... Once !"

" Yes, you don't have to go to college, get married. Free kid, go to college if you end up in the kitchen too."

Hm, thought of colot. My inner.

" Mom, is it wrong where if the lecture finally went to the kitchen as well? It will be a lecture to study, if in the kitchen carry out the obligation to serve."

" A housewife, too, we must be educated Mak. If not ? What about the fate of my son in the future Mak. Shouldn't we have a better generation?"

Mama looked at me with her eyebrows raised.

" It's true what you said, son. Tumben you're smart ?" Mama stood up.

"Hum..." I rolled my eyeballs up from the chair.

" Even so, I still make the top ten in my class Mak. So I'm not a fool very much." My words passed into the room. My mother chuckled at my words.

I went into the room. He shed a body that was very tired. This afternoon I delivered two orders, and another one was delivered, because the booking house was close.

During the suspension, I spent my day in a drain to help Mamak. Just five days to help Mamak, I felt really tired. Indeed, once when I was like this, Mamak's order was always there every day. Indeed, one more month of fasting in a moment, the preparation people ask to make enough cake. Ah, not in vain also I was suspended. Turns out the school pitied Mamak for me to help him at home. Think of the silver lining behind this as my entertainment. Although the pain has not healed, while it is enough to make Mamak punish me in a good way.

The muscles and bones in my body that hardened back I flexed to soften. It's time for you to rest, wipe my massage to the sore body parts.

Hamm...

My sleep is inevitable. I finally fell asleep.

***

The cake delivery schedule was done this afternoon, I packed two boxes of orders into plastic. On my shoulder is a small bag that contains notes and change. And Mr. Sukri as usual waiting in front as the owner of the vehicle ready to deliver until the destination.

" Sir, there are two boxes. We'll take it to the far one first huh."

" Ready to go..." Mr. Sukri was riding his bike, our cuuss was leaving.

" Neng, I went home again in that house, right?" Ask Mr. Sukri out of the alley pointing with his mouth towards the house yesterday that I asked for.

" No need sir. No more business."

" Oh... Kirain, there's someone who neng samperin !"

" Ih, what the hell, sir !"

" Here you go, I know. Especially from the base ojek mah looks neng from here."

" Well... Mr Sukri secretly loves me, sir? Don't you mind Mamak's errand again ?!"

" No, what to do. Pity her neng, the important thing is to take good care of yourself neng."

" Yes, sir ! Focus on bringing the bike. Let's get there soon." I pat Mr. Sukri on the shoulder.

" Ready to go... Gass..." Sukri hastened the speed of his motor.

That's what Mr. Sukri had with me. It turns out that he knows how I relate to Earth. But Mr. Sukri did not know that we were only friends. Let others judge with their own thoughts.

***

Arriving at the first destination, as usual to give a note of bills and goods. Then the customer Mamakpun receive and pay. After the first order was completed, Sukri and I continued to the next house. Suddenly on the way my mind began to awaken. There's something I forgot.

" Sukri sir ! Stop ! Stop ! Stop !"

Motorpun pulled over on the edge of a safe road by looking at the situation on the road.

" What's wrong?" Pak Sukri's head turned to the side.

" Sir, I think I'm missing sir?"

" Where are you missing?"

" Lah's... I don't know neng. It wasn't so careful. Are you sure that neng keluin hp is there? He's afraid of home."

" If you're sure, I'm serious about going back. Try to remember." Mr. Sukri asked seriously to make sure.

In a state of panic enough to realize my phone was not in my small bag, I was in the mood to make sure. I wasn't really sure I was taking out my phone at the house, because all I realized was a note and change. But if you do not make sure to go back there again, maybe fall or how will not know. But it's halfway to the other house.

" Neng, I turned around again yes, but still good luck. Dear hp neng." Mr. Sukri offered.

" But you don't mind, do you?" My toot. I'm not feeling well with Mr. Sukri.

" Same Mr. mah, gasss continues neng..." He answered while plugging the motor gas turned to where it was before.

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" Sir, I'm sorry, I've taken care of you." On the way home after searching almost into the bushes near the house. But there's nothing like my phone. Not wanting to make anyone suspicious on the street, I asked Mr. Sukri to end his search and return to the second-order house.

" It's okay, I'm sincere. The important thing is that the effort nyari not to be curious. Maybe it's his phone at home."

" Yes yes sir. But I don't remember." I was weak and disappointed.

My mind tries to remember the existence of my phone if it is at home. But I don't feel like I used my phone from last night. And I don't remember the last time I used it where. I believe my cellphone is brought today because it is always stored in a bag when delivering cakes. May it be right at home.

Arriving at home, I handed over the repayment money as usual to Mamak. My legs dragged my body straight into the room, looking for my phone in several places.

I opened the bed sheet, pillow, looking at the study table, some other corner of my room, but I did not find my cellphone.

" HP... Hp... Where are you?" I muttered as my hands searched the living room and kitchen area. The mama who looked different, looked at me who was confused.

" What are you looking for?"

I didn't heed Mamak's question until Mamak repeated it twice, I just realized it.

" Um... I'm looking for my phone, Mak."

" Where did you put it?"

" I don't know. That's why I'm looking in this area. There is a time."

" Try you misscall."

Ting ! The idea of mamak pinter too. I was so stupid I didn't think about going there because of my panic. Mamak handed his little phone to my hand. I dialed my number to make a call.

Sorry that the number you are going to is not active. Try a few more moments. Tut !

Several times I tried to make a fixed call the same information.

" Have you met?" Ask Mamak out of the room. I shook my head. Mamak's forehead frowning.

" You sure you didn't fall where it was?"

I closed my eyes, focusing on the last time I used my phone. For a moment I have not found the last memory of where I wore it. I started to track my activities from last night. I started to remember my phone last night using my gala songs. And then after that.... Oh my goodness, I remember now !

" Mom, my phone this morning I was last wearing when I came home from the market."

" Keep on ?"

" I accidentally dropped it on the front street this way, when I got hit by a girl running from the bad guy Mak..."

" What does that mean?" Ask Mamak doesn't understand. I finally told Mamak the truth.

'That means my phone is still there or has disappeared, someone found it?' Inner wondering.

Without much daydreaming, I quickly walked out of the house.

" Where are you going?" Ask Mamak.

" I want to find my phone !"

" Yes... Nak. Just another night..."

" Just a moment Mak.May still be there Mak." I'm pushing away from home.

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