Not Ordinary Slant

Twenty Eight

The traffic light has just switched to green. Make vehicles that are not direct exposure to gas toward their respective destinations.

Same with Rafish. He took off his motorcycle with an exotic-skinned girl behind him. Without knowing, there was an Agya Sofia who secretly looked at him disappointed.

Don't worry, I'm just hurt

Accustomed 'to pretending to laugh

But can I cry once?

Before you go back to lying

The song Collapsed by Feby Putri which was so enjoyed by Gya, now sounds very annoying. He wanted to rush home and sleep.

***

Unlike Gya who wants to quickly get home, Rafish actually pulled his motorcycle over. From earlier the exotic skinned woman who was piggybacked on whining wanted to eat fried ice cream.

Rafish immediately approached the seller and mentioned his order. Meanwhile, the woman had chosen to secure a seat for them. If this afternoon, visitors will usually be crowded.

"Why?" Rafish comes with two bowls of fried ice cream. One strawberry and another chocolate. He placed the strawberry-flavored ice cream in front of the woman who was busy with her phone. Then, shift the chair and sit in front of him.

"Tumben really Arkan did not recognize me."

Rafish, who had just tasted his fried ice cream, immediately raised his eyebrows. "Emang loe said it was back?"

"Normally also don't say, he must know that I'm back."

"Busy with others, maybe."

The woman looked enthusiastic when she heard Rafish's words. He put his phone on the table, then leaned his body towards Rafish. "Who? Who?"

"Where do I know! Are we familiar?"

The woman moved her lower lip. "It used to be familiar," he said slowly, then joined to scoop ice cream into his mouth.

"Zan, I heard Mr. Haris has found you loe?"

Seeming reluctant to the topic of conversation this time, Rafish just berdeham assented the woman's speech. His hands also look lazy scooping chocolate-flavored ice cream into his mouth.

"Gue listen too, loe nolak."

"If you've heard it all, what's the name, Bee?"

"Why? Is that loe's right?"

This time Rafish did not answer. He shrugged both of his shoulders, not caring.

"Btw, since when do you like chocolate?" The woman narrowed her eyes. Meanwhile, Rafish continues to scoop ice into his mouth, pretending not to listen.

***

Gya's mind was still fixed on the apparition he saw this afternoon. If you look around, the woman who was bullied by Rafish was the same age as him. That means Rafish was never serious. The proof, there are many stocks of brothers around him.

Gya exhaled her breath hard. Blaming himself is too carried away. Though obviously it's just a pesky kid's game*n. Eh?

After exhaling hard for the umpteenth time, he went to grab the towel. It is better that he take a bath to purify the mind of the remains of the charms of flocking.

And now he has Rafka. Handsome, mature, and responsible youth. It's time to erase Rafish from his memory and long-term plans.

"Sister?" Gio, who has now returned to acting normal, began to bother him again by entering the room suddenly.

"Why?" He turned his head behind Gio, knowing there was a papa.

"Borrow hoodie, dong."

Gya frowned. "Whose hoodie is it?"

Gio stepped in. Then, pull the closet door. "Hoodie black H&M."

"Can't!" Gya immediately jumped up and grabbed the hoodie that Gio had just taken out of the closet. Hugging the hoodie is possessive.

"Mighty spy! Who does she have?" spray Gio after being free from his shock.

"Have me!"

"It can also be borrowed."

"All right, as long as it's not this." Gya steps away, afraid Gio will counterattack. He was still holding the fleece hooded jacket tightly to his chest.

"Emang from whom, anyway?" Gio narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Have me!"