Not Glass Cans

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🐢📚 🍃Good sleep while reading.. If anyone is waiting for my update yesterday, please excuse me.. Otor's been excited about the chapter from last night's afternoon. What power, sandwiched again in the editor's printing machine. I want to shame her godam.. I've been in a hurry to deposit, uh.he's just as good an editor... This was my welcome once. If there is a lot of omdo, not just the editor who will win me. You can too! Ha.ha..😉✌❤📚🐞

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This is no longer pretend, but it really is a turtle. Walk down the highway by creeping and slowing down. Even less consistent from the way snails and turtles walk, which is slow as long as the origin continues.

But not with the Nino car we were riding. A moment to walk, briefly stop, and just stay in place for a long time. Our path is not right. Along with time to get home from work. So, the highway became congested by workers' vehicles coming home. It's stuck everywhere.

Even at this hour, the jammed strike will penetrate into the rabbit alley though. However, the fans of the rat road must still be trying to get abstinence back.

It feels long sleepy. I think Nino's more for me. The man turned on the tape and played USB songs in his car audio. Instantly the typical hoarse voice of Charly Van Houten warmed the entire car.

"Congratulations, El? Just go to bed, I'll wake you when I get there.." The bass sound of mas Nino competes with the sexy raspy sound of mas Charly. Hi.h.hi...

"Drowsiness, mas. But I can't sleep." If I sleep, I don't know myself.

"The order this time is a lot, El. Your mother said so it's doubled, right...?" Mas Nino's hand grabbed the tape and pressed, Charly's voice so softly heard.

"Yes, mas. All this box rice is still orders of Armand's mas ." This is my chance to talk.

"Emmm... Mas Nino, there's a message from Armand. He said, we should not come to the project area together. The boss did not allow any outsiders to enter the building area. I used to go in there with my GoCar subscription. So, mas Nino don't pick me up to drop off the rice box again, huh. Pity Armand if the boss scolded him because of us." Slowly and carefully I talked to him about this. Not wanting to offend at heart.

The man who was stroking the steering wheel seemed to be frowning in the forehead. Maybe he doesn't think like me. Strange and unusual rules in my opinion.

"It's weird that Armand's boss rules, El. For foreigners who are prohibited from entering the project area, it is natural. Usually, I understand. Because around the project the building has been installed a fence and high zinc iron covered. No outsiders can enter. But I will come with you. Why don't Armand just tell me I'm your guy, El..." Uh..The man who used to speak calmly and warmly, now there was a faint tinge of emotion in his voice.

"Yes too, my mom. But we don't know the purpose of people either. The heart of the man is not the same. Yes, mas Nino if you want to meet Armand mas make a deal first. That day, Armand's already ordered the same mas Nino as well, right?" I think it's hard to talk to a respectable person like Mas Nino. All wrong, a lot of talk can be thought of presumptuous and smart-ass. Not talking, it will be thought that my feelings are very happy and liking.

"It's not Armand I'm trying to meet, El. But you..." Uh...Nah kan.kan..Right you..

"We agreed to make friends, Mom. Yeah, it's okay if Mas Nino visits my house. Don't have to take me to the project..." The green light I told Mas Nino. Find safe together. You can come home as a friend, not a date!

"May I come at any time, El? Because I don't know about my free time. It's also because Sunday, my clinic isn't open. Morning to evening, there's picket at Saiful Anwar hospital." Mas Nino's questions contain hope and a tone of complaint.

"Emm.., mas Nino just call me first. My mother's flight hours are high. It's my job to deliver all the orders to my mother's customers." Chin mas Nino mangosteen. Maybe he already understood.

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With a stiffened face, Armand watched ten of his men who were transporting rice boxes from Nino's mas car. Just this time Armand won't help. Is Armand mad at me?

"Ar, sorry. I'll make sure this is the last time I drive her." This is the first sentence from Mas Nino that I heard.

Ever since we entered the area in the project, Armand was silent with all the wrong views and attitudes towards us. Mas Nino was so, the young doctor was impressed to ignore the Armand mas. The two are silencing each other.

"You, trouble me, No.." Sahutan mas Armand that shrewd impressed already resigned to our arrival.

"Sorry, Ar..." Mas Nino apologized but his face was flat. Like I still feel like this is not a mistake. I don't think it was a mistake. It was only my promise to Armand that made me feel guilty.

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Twelve o'clock nights less than a minute. Laying a tired body on the soft mattress foam in my room. Hugging the bolster with a thick and soft blanket. It's comfortable I feel.

As before, tonight mas Nino returned to take me home slowly. The young doctor invited me to my favorite place, the tourist square of Batu city.

In addition to a variety of entertainment, the expanse of culinary creations also lined up and competed to lure visitors who went around outside the square fence.

There is joy, but not completely. Who else has always terrorized my heart besides him. Yep...Garrick Julian's far away. The garju..!

Guilt continues to exist every time I am invited to walk by mas Nino. Garju's last message to me, so that I don't corner and cheat, like a ghost who always terrorizes me. But I kept going with my cockiness on him. After all, me and Nino are nobody. There is no relationship between us, just friends.

The sound of messages on my phone has broken the silence of the night. I was very quick to draw. Drowsiness due to long daydreams, has disappeared is not left. I hope the sender of the message is him. Aaaa...Is correct. The name of the sender of this message is the name that I have missed by night. And I started reading..Is.deg...Ah, breasts...

*Where?* Ah.. as happy as my heart. Garju never asked me this.

*In my room.* Thumping smile I'm waiting for her reply.

*Today is week. You went out?" Deg.how should I reply.. This is the first time he's been poking at me.

*yes. He's taking my mother's order.* Will he ask again... Ah, don't stop replying...

*Where to go?* Deg. Should I be honest..

*The square, just for a moment.* Ah's... It would also be a shock if he kept asking. But, after months, only this time he was attentive...

*with whom?* Duh.ini this...

*Friends...* I have no power to lie.

*Some or female?* duh..mak!

*Tax. Just friends, nobody..* Ah, I panicked myself. Why didn't you just lie... Ah, elapsed.

*zayn..Juan...Anthony Lung's..Are they not friends to you?* deg...Gaw.. Very sharp Garju investigated me.

*Then, what should I call?* Garju.you don't get angry, keep replying to this message..

*How are you feeling?* Ah, my chance to seduce her.

*My feelings...? I'm missing you.* Deg..published himself because of my reckless statement. Oh, quick reply.

*Through? But you can go out with your next friend easily. Me being..I'm much more tormented at missing you, you know?* Ow..auw..Ah, is this message really Garju who wrote. It's like having an oasis in the desert.

*Come on with me. Why so long?* Thumping...He'll tell me to be patient again...

*A little while. Patience, El..* Ah, really.. But if this is so, of course so I miss waiting patiently.

*I can't wait*Ha...How is your face reacting at the moment Garju? A few minutes.no reply. Maybe he will hang it again. But that's okay, this conversation was enough and was able to convince my heart back. Uh.message in..

*Is there no car in your house?* What is this question..

*There is no garage. My house has no yard. The motor is also difficult to get in.* This is the main reason. In fact, the matic motor that I left to Batam, has been brought my cousin. I said, just blocking the way.

*Is your house very small, El..?* This house of mine may be very small and meaningless to him.

*id...* The Garju House is always super big everywhere.

*Patience. Go sleep.* Already...? Wanna continue.. But the status is offline. Ah..Garju..In a moment why.. You always pull my feelings. Reply to this message instead of healing my longing, but even more thickened I feel.