LOVE STRING POPEYE

39. Slender

Just now that Neta was breaking down her body her cell phone was already ringing, 4 Vidio calls missed, Summons from her youngest sister

"Why the hell is this leak, then also briefly in staying already nyariin" muttered Neta

"Hallo "Answer

" Ashloraikum"

" Why Deck, have you missed an hour in the house ?" tease her on her sister

" Wa'alaikum salam "wawa answered his brother's greeting by putting on a very panicked face

" mba where "With the breath still hunting Wawa tried to speak

" Yes on the hotel deck"

" Why are you ?"

" Ngos ngosan kayak just squirming satan "Neta was astonished to see the expression of her sister

" uh anyways where there's a satanic afternoon swinging isn't it ? ha.ha.ha" joked Neta who looked astonished at the panicked face and the sound of her youngest sister's ngosan

" Why are you seyeeng ?"

" Mba Selvi's the same baby is fine, right ? "

"They're safe, right ?" Now it's Neta's turn to freak out, afraid that something has happened in the hospital

" They are good mba "wawa answered flatly

Neta is increasingly confused by her sister's behavior

"What the hell is it ?"

" You why Deck ? " Task her later

Wawa took a deep breath, trying to calm herself

" Yes promise, you won't be surprised"

" the matter of this news that will make the world sad" Wawa asserted with a serious look

"yes .. yes, Buruan said don't panic "Neta is starting to sewot

" Wait wait for me to drink first" then Wawa immediately in his sip of mineral water in his presence

Neta still hopes to be anxious, regardless of what makes her sister very excited this afternoon.

"Hunter "Shouted Neta

" Patience.., patience "wawa said.

then Wawa resumed her hot news

" Gini mba, I was downstairs uh accidentally met Nadia again in push nurse make wheelchair "

" I wanted nyamperin, but the nurse went into the elevator "

" Why is he here ?"

" have the Divine Secrets come wheelchair make ? "

Mimik Wawa's face is very comfortable telling Nadia, her brother's best friend who has felt the fist style of a thousand shadows and a swivel kick from her some time ago.

"Oh that"

Neta very relaxed

"Huh...., just that mba reaction ? " this is hot news buuukkk "

" Looking around "

" say W o W cake, or what cake ? "

" Nyebelin "sahut Wawa was full of emotion astonished by her sister's response

" Lah...., the word was told slow....., do not kageeet , what the hell ? "

" the time must be turned upside down here, ogah is "Neta defend themselves

" Not that either, at least shock is "Wawa getting upset

" yeah..haa...ha..." Neta chuckled at her sister's words

" Hedeh, are you late on deck ?

"Lawong mba even made earlier "Neta answered casually while nyomot favorite potato chips

nya.

" mba seriously "

Intention to give a surprise, Wawa himself was surprised

" Why not say 'sebel "

Wawa sewot kel is not playing

" So busy Dek, anyways if you know everything is guaranteed it will be reog "

" Shame on you if you go on a rampage in the hospital "

" Of course your bar soul will thrash "Neta is even cool to tease her sister.

" what you did was evil mba "

Wawa reddened her lips, as well as the taste of her hot news turned anyep, this time she was cheered, lost a precious moment with her sister.

It still feels like they want to beat them again, but......, if the pain is still the heart huh ?

Maybe this is a small reply to the crimes they have committed so far, spontaneously without waiting a long time

" uh mba but how is it treated at the maternity hospital anyway ? "

Wawa began to use the theory of his suitability, not the science of psychology as usual in his practice

Neta just shrugged her shoulders a sign of stupidity and ogah caring

" Don't you get pregnant with Desta's child ? " ask her then

"Maybe yes and maybe not"

Neta's floating answer made her sister even more sebel

" Hedeh "Wawa patted her jidat, sometimes her sister appreciably made her horned

" Yes, mba Bathe first yes, then back to RS "

" later on his gibbah again "

Then Neta hung up the phone, her body was very sultry and tired

sauntering leisurely in a hotel room towards the bathroom, pouring soap and the aroma of therapy.submerge her beautiful body in the bathub relaxes herself from all the fatigue that rips her tranquility.

sometimes all we need is a sense of loneliness, getting rid of all the noise that strains the head...

Listen to your favorite song,

Smell her scent of therapy, her favorite spice..

play with foam foam that gently touches his skin..

Sometimes losing teaches us

do not be too deep in love and hope

Hollowly..

What's missing exactly?

Queried..

I don't know what the answer is, though,

The ones who cannot speak, the,

Anxious that greets the soul space,

A taste that cannot be expressed,

Wh why? One word that represents each question,

Rumblings penetrated in the chest,

I don't know what feelings came this time,

Negative thoughts start popping up inside your head,

Why does this always happen?

Prepare your heart for the worst,

As much as possible calm the raging mind,

"May all be well"

A word that is always spoken to organize a heart that has been torn.

In theory this pain is mixed

with a deep longing, a,

And if everyone thinks about it

so lucky to be happy, though,

Without feeling his body

And broken hearts by disappointment,

Now I understand this self

constantly covering up everything,

That maybe he and everyone can't feel so big,

This pain and disappointment hurts even more if I cover it with a smile..

I can't treat it, though,

Can only sleep to give pause,

Then I woke up again,

To return to the.

I don't know that it's too much, though,

Or I'm not very good at being grateful.

All too torn, though,

To 'make entertainer.

I'm tired, I'm tired,

Can only pass, though,

Without knowing where to take this foot.

A lot of things have been done, though,

However, for many times ended failure,

Weak, weak,

Helpless, though,

Rubbish,

Useless, useless,

Wh why?

Ask what goes through your head,

I don't know who, though,

Where silence welcomes him,

What am I created for?

Why do I exist?

What is every beating heart for?

Why am I alive?

Honestly, I'm sick of the world, man,

Where the word is a lie,

Smiling like a friend,

Secretly set a trap to drop,

Slowly, until,

Lies erode trust, though,

No longer care what people say,

I will try to survive even if my story is only about failure.

Neta vented all her unrest, conveying her helplessness to silence

I don't know how it still feels so hard to understand.

Seriate....

Will Neta be able to get through the lowest phase of her life ?

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Kinara Riswari