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"Yank, this mall, I can't pick you up from work, yeah,"
"Oh yes no yank, I can naek ojek,"
"I wasn't feeling well, it was rain,"
"Yes, you've got a break, let the spit heal,"
"Yes yank I'm bobo yes, good nite yank later be careful to go home. love you muah."
"Okay yank, sweet dream Love you too,"
"Kasian he's not feeling well anymore, yes it's narek ojek aja." inwardly.
Back to work tonight spit, not overtime. Eve outside the cold for mercy because again the rainy season is almost flooded also the way to the apartment. Haiz.
In apart...
"I don't feel good, weird!" figured
Lala tumbled the body on the throne of the contest while utak atik read back the text from Ayung, somehow this hand even pinched a call out to Ayung's phone number.
Though I already know that Ayung is not feeling well anymore so can not pick up home from work and say already want to sleep.
"The number you are going to is not active." the voice from Ayung's phone number, try many times afraid of being wrong, it turns out the number is not active.
Sontak Lala panicked, agitated, the mind immediately breezed buana. The body is facing right, facing left, back, fretting while tinkering with the phone.
"Tumbens! Dating has been for months this time hpnya not active. Usually active hp two four hours. What's up, huh? Don't you not sleep anymore Ayung or severe pain? Maybe do not want to make me a character so it is dead hpnya, precisely hp you die not active I even added the character, restless, panicked, worried! Aaaaa I hate when situation like this and I hate this feeling! Make me jumpy! Damn it!" his own chatter in the room pecking while hitting the pillow.
The huft! His breathing was heavy repeatedly.
coming home from work at two in the morning the sky is still dark, until outside the bright lights again still panicking not because of it, rungsing!
As a result he can not sleep because of over thinking because of one man, Ayung! Oh em ji's.
Lala make coffee and grab the cigarettes in the briefcase, sip a glass of goodday capucino coffee and smoke a cigarette of red shampoo that accompanies her afternoon while looking out, looking at the vehicle and passing from her bedroom window.
The wall clock in the room shows twelve o'clock past forty-five.
His phone rang many times accidentally not lifted, glimpsed call in from Ayung. Sms from him read but not bales.
"Males picked up the phone, again not in my mood. Mending me was invented first." her inner.
Lala put it in her mind "all will be fine." hopefully.
The point is Lala again males mengapa-ngapain today let alone talk.
Where in the apartment itself, because his friends Sinchan, Megalomen, Pesek, Jenong again on the way out of town. Try if there were all of them they would have calmed and comforted me and I wouldn't have been like this hajab, heartbreaking. Meat eat ah ntar die again me." grimaced.
Lala went to the kitchen and made a quick meal so, "what noodles is instant porridge? porridge deh." he added chili slices and saos thumbprints are quite spicy, pedes rich bacotnya if again fry.
Eating was not appetizing but he slowly until it runs out, eating even while daydreaming empty view. Raga here soul somewhere, maybe his soul again tour to Paris, the north pole, around the rich world.
"It's not very good if again this way, mending me nyabu dah a lot of shyness huh, anying sucks!" his gerrick.
Grab a cell phone in the room and press Sinchan's number, while sitting on the sofa and turning on the tv.
Kriinngg .. kriinnggg ...
"Hello,"
"Hello, what's the matter La?"
"When are you back? Very long time ago, I was upset again,"
"I'm telling you that you're the one back,"
"Ah the pea, if you want the story later mah mending you do not need to call continue to say that you are making a character, you,"
"I think anyway, long if by phone mah Oneng, will not be enough time anymoreand only pulse,"
"Yes it's up to you, have you eaten? Eat sono ntar die you."
"Anying, you also ate your dead ntar. Yes, I want to get ready to go gawe,"
"Anjrritt, be careful you gawenya. Yeah, don't worry about me turning us back,"
"Every day I walk monyong, because I'm a ngesot nurse,"
"ah ah bye,"
"Bye!"
In a matter of seconds the face back sumringah, the teeth dry out in the wind because of the laughter and malu disappear like swallowed by the earth.
"Oh, I forgot that the belom sleeps from semalem. How about a shower?" he thought while clapping the eel.
Pursued his intention to take a shower, finally spread his feet on the table, his cellphone was silent save next to him and watch television. He also fell asleep on the sofa.
Out there Ayung busy telephone and send a lot of sms. Now replace him who is panicked, upset, restless because there is no reply to text from him and the phone he did not pick up by him.
A few hours later...
"You want to pee again, still sleepy."
Lala sprained straight up from the sofa and stepped foot into the bathroom with her eyes still closed.
Scut!
"Aw!" immediately read and rubbed his forehead.
"Anying atit, suck on the wall. Satan wishan!"
Out of the bathroom her lips advanced aka manyun while rubbing her forehead with her hair.
Out of nowhere the parents habit that children are at a suck, mothers like to wipe the former sucker or the lump with hair.
Does anyone know?
If you don't know yes to bae, Lala personally if the shock is so sure to wipe using his own hair.
Lala turned to the window outside and the sky turned dark.
"It's night again."
Then glanced at the wall clock in the tv room while stepping towards the sofa.
"What! Ten o'clock, how do you want to work this late. Yes it's malem I'm off, later in the week I enter." inwardly.
Because that week was off work, so he tuker same today off because of kebablasan sleep. Hiyaa.
"Ngapain is good?" he thought while checking the phone, a lot of phone and text from Ayung. Open the fridge grab a bottle of floridina.
"Hmmm acem, ah soon."
"Awhile I have wine with martel in the fridge. What's wrong with you, huh?" thought curious.
I quickly opened the refrigerator again, eng ing eng ... Ahah! It turns out that there are still, quite a lot of wine. Aaaaa. Grab a bottle of wine and grab a glass of wine. Look at the rich wine see the dollar, the eyes of Ijo!
"Kok semalem I can forget if there is wine in the refrigerator, capedeh!"