Mystery of a Mate (Widow But Virgin )
Pseudonym
This holiday time I want to surf again in cyberspace, looking for a guy acquaintance through my favorite group chat.
I realize that I do this is a futile job, but the name is also a business who knows who met a soul mate from cyberspace I thought. Because a lot of I heard the news that there are people who met his soul mate through social media, even adalagi because of a wrong phone connection.
Dert…. Dert.. dert.. My phone vibrated on the nightstand beside my bed, I just came out of the bathroom that had finished from my bathing ritual just wrapped a towel around my body. My hands quickly rushed to look at my phone screen, roughly who was sending me messages this early.
There was one message from no that wasn't in my contact. Yeah, my name's not saved yet. I opened the message which was
"Good morning amelia..?
How's it going this morning?
Don't forget breakfast, huh?"
That's the message from the guy I just met on my favorite chatter a few months ago and this past month he's been diligent in sending me messages, but he never wants to call. Uhhmm.... This strange man is always attentive, but only via SMS.
Is this really a guy? don't-don't abal-abal accounts either. Maybe she's a woman, because she uses a webcam chat time she does not want to, but she is polite and nice to be invited to stories, so when she asked for my phone no, I gave it.
His name is @ Ryan Perdana.
He is domiciled in the western Sumatran desert city while I am a north Sumatran, precisely living in the city (SibolG* )
Why did he mention my name to Amelia? Because I'm in cyberspace using fake accounts, alias pseudonyms. Yes, just in case, the name is also cyberspace.
Why did I go to the cafe to chat? Because it was android phone in my day girls did not exist so to chat or want to find entertainment or games people still go to school.
After the shower exactly at 09.00 wib I came out of the room, did not forget to lock the door. My feet stepped onto the dinner table for breakfast. Mama called me for breakfast, but since it's a holiday so I'm lazy to go out, mom and dad have breakfast first. I screamed from inside the room.
In our humble home there was only my father, mother and I, actually I had a brother, but my brother has been away from us since he got a job at an oil palm plantation and he got a mate where he works.
My hands moved to take the plate and I poured rice and side dishes into the plate, I enjoyed my breakfast while imagining good acquaintance later in the group chating.
It does not make sense that the age is almost three heads but still want to chat to find acquaintances, yes want how again. It's really so.
"Mah,.mama ....
I'm out!" I walked over to the mother who had been sitting on the porch seat.
"Where's my father?" I asked while wearing my pink sneakers mixed with toska.
"Your father went to the house of Ustadz Somad. He said there's something important to discuss." Said mother while walking closer to me .
"Ok ma's." I shook my mother's hand, and then said goodbye.
"Assalamu……"
"Greetings walaikum..! Be careful on the road, son."
"Yes ma." My answer.
I rode my bike to my favorite cafe, it only took me 10 minutes to reach my destination cafe.
Yes, the cafe was still a step, want in one district there is only one cafe.
"Rile..Rill……..!" suddenly from behind I heard a voice calling to me. I twisted my neck assuring my hearing that the voice that was holding me was actually very familiar in my ears.
Seriate….
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