Marry Big Brother Lift

Slow Time of Night.

Fiux had just entered his house, the living room conditions were dimly exposed only to the light from the living room where his father was still watching the Indonesian U-23 Football National Team competing in a friendly match with Saudi Arabia, where his father was still watching the Indonesian U-23 national football team compete in a friendly match with Saudi Arabia, he walked straight to his room which did not pass his father's seat.

"Daughter." call his father.

"Yes sir, why?" answer Fiux.

"Cock till night?" asked father.

"So shopping first sir for school preparation." replied Fiux.

There were no more words spoken by his father, only the voice of the match commentator on television who was busy commenting on the course of the match. Fiux placed the items he had bought earlier on his desk, then closed the door of the room and poured his tired body over his soft spring bed. His eyes swept over the dim ceiling of the room as well, because he did not turn on the lights, he deliberately did not turn on the lights because he was tired of controlling his body, but his eyes never felt any drowsiness at all. In addition, his mind soared to the events that he saw this afternoon.

"Why was he across the street?" gumam Fiux quietly.

"So I saw him and his girlfriend were there, but why were they there and why were they in that position? From the position he stopped being able to see me. But what was he there for? If he's watching me from where he knows I'm there, when he hasn't been following me for weeks, or I haven't seen him following me?" ask around to murmur Fiux for himself.

Fiux glanced at his watch, which had a figure of 22.51, when commentators called for "Gooolll... Al-Rash. 50 Minutes Saudi Arabia doubled the lead to 4-1 through the attacking midfielder." the call was very attached because it was only a while ago. Now a long whistle sounded the referee indicates that the game is over, meaning he has been lying down for more than 40 minutes only has one turmoil, his mind is not out of thought with it.

"It's been 40 minutes since I was." murmured Fiux.

"Did I not feel like I was asleep?" his inner.

"But no way, I don't think I'm sleeping yet" he murmured.

He grabbed his phone. Finding Galuh's number.

"I try to ask Galuh for help." he muttered while connecting the phone to Galuh's number.

"Hello, why Fiux. These nights call me? ask Galuh across the phone.

"Can you ask for help?" ask Fiux.

"What the hell is it?" ask Galuh curious.

"So I'll go with doi. Keep talking again I accidentally see Jammer and his courtship noisily from a place that can see me from outside the cafe. Can you not find out, they why the storm there?" ask Fiux.

"Well, how is it? I'm the wrong position.my father is working with him, if I help you fear him.." replied Galuh but cut Fiux.

"Yes if you can't." cut Fiux.

"Eehmm, come on, I just asked my girlfriend to help me find out about that?" galuh's real question is a lure for Fiux.

"Could you?" said Fiux doubtfully.

"Relax, my boyfriend is great and kind-hearted huft...hft.." replied Galuh chuckling.

"Hahaha, yes I believe. Please help Galuh." pinta Fiux.

"Yes. Already, I call him now" Galuh said, without waiting for the answer to the phone to turn off.

Fiux put his phone to the right of his pillow, then turned his body and pulled the pillow into his embrace. With his face aside looking at the left side where his phone was, he felt that he had no idea what he was going to think when he looked at the phone, there was a feeling of waiting for something he could not reason.

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POV Fiux's...

"What am I waiting for?" ask me to myself.

I saw the notification light up, immediately I opened the phone.

"It turns out IG." I complained.

I don't understand why I complained about it, I opened the notification and surfing satisfied my eyes, one post after another on the homepage I opened, I didn't give any red heart marks to them for being lazy to hit all of a sudden.

"Why am I suddenly lazy?" said confused.

Ting...

A notification came in, when I opened, an unknown number sent me a message.

+628313...

I'm Donny Galuh's girlfriend...

The notification is written so. As soon as you open what goes on from the message that I can only read in part with curiosity yeah a little bit smother my chest suddenly.

"I'm Donny Galuh's girlfriend. My boyfriend said you need help investigating the Jammer?" a message from Donny.

"Yes right. Did Galuh explain?" reply to me immediately.

"Why get a little relieved when there's an answer from Galuh's girlfriend? What's wrong with me?" I muttered feeling confused.

The long reply, I felt more and more bored, and the tightness of my chest restrained myself from being seen I was waiting for him with a great thump. When I look at the clock on my phone, it shows 2.07 WIB, very late, but outside like you don't turn off the TV, maybe fall asleep.

"Okay, but how much can you give?" reply Donny.

"Well, I'm a student where I might have money to pay people to carry out this request." I said.

"I ask for one request if you agree then I'll tell you everything I know, and before you decide to disagree, I tell you, I'm a private detective, so the information I got was authentic, and I was close to Jammer's parents, just to tell you, I can do the job." Donny replied.

"May if you can get results. What condition?" answer me

"That's great. I'll ask you for your time for dinner. The time and place we discussed after I successfully executed your request." Donny replied.

"What are those terms?" my reply.

"But Galuh?" reply me a moment later.

"Again agree. If not, don't agree. And if you agree you know you have to keep this a secret from my girlfriend." Donny replied.

"Well I agree." Get WA back from me again.

But until several times I open the screen of the phone that died because there was no answer, still no longer there is a sign of the answer, even though I saw Donny in an online condition.

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AUTHOR POV.....

At the same time in a different place, Dinda was still awake leaning on her bedroom mattress looking at a photo of the three of them while at the Singapore International airport. He lyrics the wall clock next to their childhood painting near the door of the room, displayed by the digital clock that number 2.17, but his eyes have not felt drowsy, even pulsing heat want to let out the water. Feeling about to cry, Dinda turns to a balcony that can show the view of the city under the hill where Samuel's luxurious minson is located.

"I created a word, a dark painting of the soul. Ensuring her growth was disappointed, Lara doused in tears." murmured Dinda, shedding tears.

Cccrriinngg... Cccrriinngg... Cccrriinngg... Dinda's cell phone rang.

He grabbed the gadget and took it to the balcony. The call came from Jammer. He did not pick it up, but regretfully made a call back.

"Hello dear." said Jammer in a weak voice.

"Yes, you haven't slept" replied Dinda holding back her tears.

"I'm sorry." reply Jammer briefly.

"You didn't answer. Not sleeping?" reply Dinda.

"No, I'm thinking of you" replied Jammer.

"Hhmm." Dinda's voice was blown away.

"Wait a minute" said Dinda.

"Why?" ask Jammer.

"I was crying. But now that I realize, I was wrong for being too emotional. I'm sorry." Dinda.

"*You're not wrong, I'm wrong. I haven't been able to completely forget about Fiux. I was secretly looking for Fiux, but during this holiday you were with me." said Jammer. But he held back his words because he sought peace of soul in order to continue his words.

"Have you slept?" asked Jammer because he realized there was no comment from Dinda*.

Dinda did not actually sleep, she cried listening to Jammer's words. There was no answer that Dinda dared to say, while Jammer continued to say his heart smoothly because he thought Dinda was asleep.

Hhww.s... The wind hit Dinda's phone.

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Hearing the sound of the wind blowing quite fiercely near Dinda, Jammer's feelings became worried and curious. He was aghast by his worries and got up from the bed and ran to the window to see the conditions outside the house.

"Honey. Honey where are you when there's wind?" ask Jammer. But it's not answered.

"Sister Dinda. Where is she?." Call Jammer.

"Yes, baby me on the balcony. I'm afraid Dhean is distracted by our conversation." replied Dinda.

"I can't ban you from the balcony. But can't I ask you to come in and sleep, and then have a good dream?" gently scrape the Jammer. As is his habit of sweetness and does not make his interlocutor forced.

"I want to fall asleep and end this long wait. But I realize, forcing you to forget it is impossible. He may not be able to replace me in your heart, but if we unite there must be room for me." replied Dinda, still as unwilling.

"I'm sorry for making you unhappy, I'm sorry for everything" Jammer said.

"A long time ago." Dinda's speech was stopped by Jammer.

"Turn it off, we go to sleep. Later at 8 am I'll pick you up." said Jammer cut Dinda's words.

They end up pensive in each other's places, Jammer is on the window sill, sinking into his imagination.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Now when the doors of heaven are opened for the first time in the last third of the night, three human children are in their daydreams. They are located far away from each other, but with interconnected daydreams. They are Jammer, Fiux, and Dinda.

"Why is this night so long?" mutter them in a different place.

Perhaps God's plan does underscore that they are in this complicated and energy-draining state. Maybe no one can be them, because they can't be anyone else either.

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Readers, best wishes for us. Are you waiting for the continuation of their marriage? The same author is also waiting, but the way the author can not be sure when they are married, the author is using ploting that. How long wkwkwk.

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