
Andry rushed to the room, walked up the stairs while his hands carried plastic containing the items he had bought. Go into the room and throw everything and his body on the bed. Just got tired. Andry grabbed a cellphone that had not been touched since, still lazing on the bed with a school uniform that was still complete. Trying to figure out if he should say now if he's going to see Fani or tomorrow when he's already in the airport and will be on his way soon.
“ Call now or tomorrow? If you know now surprised dong.” He muttered while staring at Fani's contact. His fingers could not bear to immediately press the call button, wanted to immediately listen to the voice of Fani who had not listened for how many hundred hours, was very longing. Also misses the frenzy of pressing the letter buttons when sending messages.
“ Ah tomorrow, if possible after I arrive at the Supadio airport I just told you. Hehehe must be surprised he's not a bitch.” He continued to chuckle at the face of Fani who was shocked to hear the news if he had reached the city where the girlfriend lived.
Andry went to clean up. Grabbing a towel and lazing towards the bathroom. The body is tired of no longer being able to walk, want to lie down and just fall asleep. Just 10 minutes into the bathroom, Andry came out wearing loose clothing. Open the closet and pick up some clothes for her to carry tomorrow. Put in a bag of clothing that is medium in size, do not want to carry a lot of goods. Andry prepared everything he had to bring to visit his lover tomorrow, all complete and ready. Just leave.
“ Huffhh finally finished too.” His murmur stepped closer to the bed that had been calling out ever since.
“ Okay just leave.” The bridge then scattered his body on the bed and smiled happily. Grabbing a photo of a polaroid hanging next to his bed, a photo given by Fani a few months ago.
Ah miss him, miss him.
Andry immediately went to pick up a piece of paper and a pen, then went back to bed. Started to ponder and string the words to pour into a piece of paper he was holding.
Stalking simple words but impressed romantic and sweet. The paper that will be inserted into the gift for Fani. Because not the type of man who is poetic, finally Andry just write birthday greetings and high hopes. Not a bit poetical, want to cheat from the internet but ashamed of yourself. Finally yes already just write what is mandatory and speech in general, there is nothing special from the writing. Maybe it will be special because of whose status, relationship status.
“ Hehehehe I can't be poetic huh hahaha. Very bad yes. Gapapa deh poetic but I'm serious unfortunately.” He mumbled praising himself.
“ Moreover who love my gift, it is definitely so special dong ya.” He continued to chuckle at his own talk. His hands folded the paper into a heart shape.
Andry took the bag containing the bag and the clothes and heels he bought earlier. Put it in one place and then slip the small heart-shaped paper tightly closed and make sure if the bag will not be damaged on the way. After finishing and making sure the items he will carry are safe, Andry chose to rest so that tomorrow does not wake up late. Get back on the bed and break his body. Staring at the ceiling of the room and picking one by one the longings that hung him since almost two months ago. To take him as a witness.
“ Yes, what the hell lo kak. Gedor my door until it almost broke it.” There should be a protest with the brother who really likes to disturb him. His face was bent in annoyance, looking at Devi who was standing in front of his room with an innocent face.
“ This is a package for lo. Buy what the hell lo box up to this big, pink color hahaha.” His words were always mocking and laughing. Pouring the box size is quite large pink to Andry who is no longer surly, but has turned into a face of astonishment.
“ Ha,” Just about to answer and turn around to ask but already back interrupted by her brother.
“ Oh or this package is also for Fani gifts? Wow very lucky yes girl lo, birthday aja given gift allung.” Interrupting next. Remembering the birthday gift thing that made him have to interfere this afternoon. Given the color of the box he received from the courier was also pink, further strengthening his assumption if the box contained a gift intended for Fani's prospective sister-in-law.
“ Ah well, happy packing and crafting luggage. I'm sleepy, tired because you want to buy a gift for your girlfriend but don't buy me anything huh.” He continued while protesting because Andry did not buy him anything. Merely just accompany him shopping and choose a suitable gift. Just paid for dinner and one glass of ice cream, huh not in proportion to the time he spent for three hours
“ Heh wait.” Andry said stopping Devi's footsteps, but not at all ignored by Devi. Keep stepping and waving hands to Andry who is still standing in front of the room.
“ Who is this? I feel there is no message through online deh, there is also no need to send me goods. Well don't get the wrong address again nih.” He murmured who it belonged to. Re-enter the room while twirling the medium-sized box. Looking for a clue in the box, it turns out to be at the bottom. There is a writing that says if the package is intended for Andry, himself.
“ Wow turned out to be true for me. But who is this from? The feeling no one wants to send me stuff deh, ah so scared. Don't use the bomb again. Ih.” Continue shuddering in fear and throwing the box slowly on the bed. Standing with a mind that was still struggling somewhere, imagining the worst possibility of him if the contents of the box were a bomb.
“ But the time of the bomb is wrapped in this neat box.” Connect again. Started to digest this impossible thought of his. Walking closer and sitting on the bed, slowly take back the box he threw earlier. Choosing to open it instead of her dying of curiosity and fear. Slowly touching the box, still thinking if the contents are bombs.
Hey mysterious shipper. You owe me a debt of fear, can't you write down who this package is from. If you say your name for sure I won't be this scared, ah indeed you have no sense.