My Lovely Onion
Red onion
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Bian who had just returned from the office heard Bitha say to Alex that he had met Sezi this afternoon. He said Sarah's sister had been waiting for him just to say goodbye to their town.
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"Home home." Bian muttered softly while staring at the phone screen where a new number with the contact name 'Red Brick' perched sweet on his phone book.
A few hours ago,
Bian just visited Sarah's house. The man asked for Sezi's address and was immediately answered by Sarah if Sezi did not live there.
"He's going home later in the afternoon Bi, why don't you ask for the same number as Bitha?."
Bian was briefly pensive before finally hitting the number he had been looking at since.
The feeling becomes erratic while waiting for an answer at the end of there but the call must be rejected by the operator because the user has disabled his phone.
"Ck." Bian clucked slowly.
He put his smartphone back on the nightstand and went to the bathroom to clean himself.
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Bitha and Alex were sitting at a table eating with their son. Before long Bian appeared with his color pants and t-shirt.
The young man's face looked so tangled these few days, not only Bitha was aware of it but Alex as well. The impression of judes on his face seemed to fade slowly. Bitha had thought if it was karma but what is the possibility that karma could infect a boy like him?.
I don't know, only God knows.
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"Why are you bro?." Rudi embraces the shoulder of Bian who walks grubby in front of him after parking the mainstay old matic motorbike.
"No papa, paan is sticking around!. The difference!." The man brushed aside rudely.
"A'elaaah Bi, nempel doang not yet I cip*k !!."
"Comb*!!!."
Rudi ran as fast as possible after returning to the chin of Bian the judge.
Not far from the two there was a woman who also noticed their silliness, Rina.
The woman could only smile at how funny the interaction between the two was until she unconsciously hit the back of the man who was still standing at the entrance.
"Sorry!."
The man turned his head and found out that it was Rina who had just hit him.
"Well, Bian?." Rina at least felt surprised and happy because she did not expect that the man was Bian.
"Don't daydream."
"hehe yes mas, sorry." The woman chuckled for a moment before finally apologizing and leaving Bian who turned around did not enter the office.
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In a different city, Sezi is helping a teenage girl practice her joint after sustaining an injury to her ankle.
"So pretty, anyway." The teenager said to Sezi, who was helping him hold on to an iron that supported his arms.
"Thank you, you're just as beautiful." Sezi smiled kindly.
"Aren't you going to be the same as me?."
Whats???.
"Papa I'm handsome, good again." the girl continued to promote the advantages her father had to Sezi who only responded to a smile by him.
"Where are you going?." In the end Sezi asked also things that he should not know.
"Mama goes the same om. I'm the same papa both at home as mbak."
Sezi saw that the girl before him was not growing as it should, maybe also the bonding factor between his parents to cause him to look so innocent in his teenage years. Like no one taught him to keep a secret, or not to talk more to others.
"Beautiful sister you must be papa I like."
The nature of being too childish in her teenage years makes Sezi feel concerned, at least he is still much luckier because he has complete affection from both parents and his brother although sometimes he also did not escape the scolding because of his bar-barred behavior.
Two hours passed, Sezi pushed the teenager's wheelchair and was immediately greeted by a woman in her forties called a 'make' by the boy.
"Be careful on the road." Sezi waved his hand to Meily who was also smiling broadly at him.
Upon his return from the corridor he checked the cell phone tucked in his service shirt.
Sarah sent him a message saying if,
📩"Some time ago Bian there datengin brother, he nyariin you. Brother said you wanted to go home and he just asked for a phone number."
📩"Actually there is a problem what the hell are you guys, not usually the kid until bothering nyariin not important rich you?."
Sezi simply ignored Sarah's message without any intention of replying. If he continues to do so it is the same as scraping the wound in the past and will destroy his attempt to forget the flat-faced judge.
"You're lont*?!." Sezi smiled smirkingly. He muttered in his heart with a gaze as evil as an onion.
"Disease?." Cia, her groupmate patted her on the shoulder to make her realize from the daydream.
"Ci!, just ngagetin."
"The sound of your face is evil." Cia chuckles despite not knowing the cause behind Sezi's terrible face.
"What a look?." Sezi just can't believe if the appearance is really terrible.
"What the hell do you think?." Cia pulled out a chair and sat down in front of Sezi where there was a table that separated them in the physiotherapy room.
"For everything" he said reasoned.
"Sama, I've also been so emotional." Cia took a sip of a box of buavita in her hand. "Seez, that girl really likes you?."
Sezi looked up from his focus on filling out the report because of the words of Cia who had always discussed the problem of the teenager.
"Where do I know." He answered while shaking his two shoulders
"Yee, tempeh really is you!." Cia was seen advancing her lips for a moment, "Sez, bokapnya the handsome boy, widower anyway..."
"Well, what's the situation?."
"Truly handsome Sez, mayan though widower but guaranteed is the orinya."
"What kind of ari?." Sezi's forehead is back in a frown.
"His brother, what else?. Time yes ori virginya, it is not possible anyway. Obviously his son is that big."
"You're Ci, I'll step aside. Males thinks of 'adam'." Sezi said as he closed the notebook back in his hand.
"Tajir Sez, you really don't want to?."
"Not Ciaaa, my goodness!." Sezi was so upset with Cia's mouth that he would not stop talking about the handsome widower that he had never even seen.
"If the widower really likes you how?."
"Astagfirullohaladzim!!. Likes, likes, never met. No need to imagine the height of Ci. After all, this is yes, usually the Duda is also the same nyari mateng, not our rich labile. Duh! the shooter thought it was far too great."
Cia was outraged because of her actions that continued to discuss the problem of the widower to make the beautiful woman upset instead of playing.
"After your widower Cia's event, let's go just ngisi stomach let's not deviate anywhere your mind is unstable." Sezi flanked the side of Cia's head while shaking it slowly.
"But you pay, mom?. You'll be back together again duda kaya rich." Cia was a crybaby because he managed to menjahili Sezi who originally had a fierce face.
"Sup, astagfirulloh. No!. Thanks, just for you!. I'm looking for an international spec."
"Asshooyy ... Believe me, mak, emang bule dah most suitable ama you!!!."
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tbc.
