My Lovely Onion
Red onion
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The trip was slightly hampered because of the accident that occurred at the crossroads of the road to the airport.
Sezi who was initially upset instantly turned tense when he saw a speck of thick red liquid running down the road where broken glass scattered among the vehicle debris.
"This fatal accident. Sampek was destroyed by his vehicle" said the taxi driver as he crossed the area of the accident.
Sezi's heart paled as his eyes stared at the now lifeless victims. His mind returned to the figure of a man who also recently became a victim of bad luck because he wanted to meet himself, Bian.
"How was the condition then?. Is he lying like them?. And what was he thinking at that time to get him involved in an accident?. What if that man didn't survive?."
Sezi really couldn't imagine if Bian ended up just because of him.
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"Why is your face?. Rich in sunflowers." Mahesa chuckles when she finds Bian's face looking bright like never before.
"Benefit Bi, like Mahesa pas dapetin money haram!."
"Damn you!. Where am I maen that's it!."
"May! Lying to you, I see what you're counting numbers what's that bulletin?."
"Which one?." Mahesa seemed to remember.
"You're slipping under the keyboard."
"Astaghfirulloh's chat. Su'udzhon!."
"What is that?."
"You don't see at the end of it is a boardex database?. That's oneng's page number!."
Bian and Mahesa were overwhelmed by the absurdity Rudy had committed for accusing Mahesa of no-no.
"Tumben the Rina isn't here?." Rudy asked on the sidelines of his third ingredient.
"Because I saw the face he was so richly sad."
"You must be all right with him!." Rudi again accused Bian.
"Start lagee!." Mahesa clucked in annoyance.
"What can I do?." Bian asked who could only lie down without being able to move both his legs and also his right hand.
"Well?. He can't tilt himself!."
"Yes, too, why dong?."
"Well, I know why." Mahesa cuek.
Bian recalled the incident before the hijab-wearing woman came out of his room. Sezi?, is he jealous of that bar-bar girl?.
It feels very funny if it's true that the solehah turns out to be jealous of the solehot. Bian held back the amused feeling because of his thoughts about the two different women akhlaq.
The arrival of the two sableng men really comforted Bian. Their absurdity made the smile on the young man's face even more clearly visible.
"My prayers are answered, bro!." Mahesa interrupted their conversation.
"What do you pray for?." Asked Rudy who was busy typing something with his gadget.
"I don't want to chase a girl."
"girl?. You mean the woman who became his son's therapist?." Rudy looked at Mahesa
"Yep, really!."
"Why is that why?."
"She was rejected, but it's so bad that the new dapetin bini people liked her son."
"Your brother was rejected especially you who are just fried crumbs?."
"Batch*t!. I have a lot of money, I don't know if you're guilty!." Disappointed.
"Still ask him even though he can't do anything." Rudy pointed at Bian with his chin.
"Because I still have him above us."
"Damn. Very cool your face see your own pain again." Bian grumbled angrily because now the two were making fun of him who could not move freely like before.
"Sory Bi, I don't mean it. Mahesa noh is teaching."
"Gue again in the hitamin goat!."
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It was getting late in the afternoon, leaving Bian who could only be glued to his room alone as his father and mother had returned to their town to clean up the house they had been living in for a few days.
He again remembered the conversation of the sableng duo when he was with him,
"Well, Bai, where are you going at the hour you should have been sitting on that hot seat?!."
Bian just stared at the curious faces of the two with a mischievous smile.
"Weh!. Asked even error."
"Suspicious I'm Rud." Mahesa said with her eyes.
"Moran?."
"Ni's got a tattle like that."
"Well, it usually is. I suspect he's actually open BO."
"Kampr*t you all!. Where am I doing that."
"Keep what?." Mahesa's face looks defiant with her bow style.
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At 17:45, Bitha just finished practicing in poly and immediately went up to meet her sister.
"Bi."
Bian looked at Bitha with a flat face.
"Later 9 o'clock start fasting yes, tomorrow morning we have the third operation."
"How many more times, brother?."
"This is the last one. Abis tuh wound recovery, continued energy formation, preparation for you therapy later."
Bian exhaled slowly, he was like tired with his current condition because just to lift his head he could not and had to be helped.
"Patience, patient people get Sezi deh!."
"There's such a bonus?."
"That's it!. Being treated as bini himself does not want to?."
Bian seemed to have forgotten that Sezi was a therapist. But will it be like that?. Sweet as in soap operas. Wouldn't it be more scary if Sezi was the therapist for him?.
His mind wandered back to yesterday when the woman helped him justify the location of the pillow he used to prop his body up.
"Aaaish, dirty dirty dirty dirty!." Bian muttered softly.
Is that really the work of a terpis?. Should I be in contact even with the opposite sex?.
Bian was wondering how a therapist was doing while at work but his consciousness had to be startled by something drifting right up to his face.
"What the hell, Brother!. Pake throw-throw used tissue. Tale-so-so-so!."
"You may be taught to speak and dream."
"Like it."
"that's a huge blow to you!. If you do not want it, the patient has not been torn using chili." Bitha clucked resentfully, "No wonder Sezi rejected your proposal, the model guy is so rich even if it's cute like a thoughtful person."
Bitha was so anxious about Bian's behavior that it always made people around her become upset.
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Upon arrival at home, Sezi immediately reported his arrival to Cia to get the latest information about their work environment and it received a positive response from his colleagues.
"Om widower still nyariin you know Sez!."
"The news is not important. Anything else, any news?."
"Nothing."
"Really?."
"Yes elaah. You've been gone for less than two days, you've asked for a lot of news."
The sound of a knock interrupts the video call of both.
"Ci, continue tomorrow."
"Yok bye."
Sezi turned off his call just as the door of his room was opened by his mother.
"Abis called?."
"Yes, the Cia."
"Sez, I want to talk."
"Dad, why else?."
"The Bian thing."
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tbc
