Not Romeo (Life Is Empty Dream)
The love story 8
Looking at the extremely urgent situation, Ray's facial expression slightly revealed an agitated aura of indistinguishable direction.
If she reasoned to go to the bathroom secretly just to see the message notification on the phone, Alisa would be suspicious and start showing her fangs.
"Why didn't I open the entry message? Who knows there are important things, loh Mas," said Lisa with a minimal smile.
All that was in Ray's head back then was, who was preaching it in such an inopportune situation? Juwita or Sacred.
Lisa never knew Ray was related to another woman. Because in a relationship they trust each other to maintain their privacy without interfering with all the affairs of each other.
"How would it be if Alisa knew the contact on the phone right now is like a woman's boarding house? definitely appalling. Not to mention her jealous nature that sometimes crossed the provincial level boundary," asked Ray inwardly glancing at the sky of the building.
With a long breath Ray took the phone in his right pocket, slowly peeking and opening it.
Accompanied by an increasingly tight heartbeat, little by little the phone began to rise to the surface out of the pocket. Full of sharp glances Alisa focuses one view please anxious to know the sender.
Immediately Ray pulled reading the message and,.
"Gosh," Ray shook his head.
It was obvious that the contents of the message were visible in his eyes, making him so sorry to have seen and read.
"Welcome you get a car gift with the code 22789 with the sender number 082165100000."
It turns out that it is not the Wita or Suci who sent a message to Ray's phone while he was with Alisa, but a creature from another earth who tried to make money with fraudulent intentions.
"ALHAMDULIAAHHH, I have managed to get a car, we can use it later if one day want to go on a long vacation. You want to, baby?" said Ray smiling with relief looking at Alisa.
"Ih you are Mas, already know it's just a lie, even in believing. There might be something like that. If you want a car, come to the showroom dong, meet the cashier, just choose which one. That is," replied Alisa shaking her head.
"Pick the cashier?" brief Ray.
"Yes the car is Mas, you are abstaining from the loose little yes."
Little laugh, Ray hooked him, "Well you yourself just said meet the cashier, it's just a choice."
"You have chosen there the cashier, if necessary the mothers of any seller on the side of the road wholesale there all, "the grumpy Alisa was singing lips.
Looking at Alisa's muddled look on her face, Ray smiled trying to woo her a little while gently stroking Alisa's head, "Deliver you to the little things, I've always loved as long as I'm alive."
"So, don't know and don't want to know!" firmly Alisa took off her hand.
"Yes yes sorry, if in sorry ntar promise deh we buy meatballs toast pak parno. How, agreed?" ray countered and lowered both eyebrows, quickly making Alisa smile again.
"Mas, yesterday your father and mother asked you to, when did you hallin me?" ask Lisa in a soft tone.
"What are you haram for, what's in halallin?"
"Canda mulu you ah Mas, seriously little dong," he continued pinching Ray's hip.
"Yes, I'll marry you when I get the big lottery, son."
"Well, kidding again, seriously not working on our relationship, if you're not serious, I'm backing this up?" lisa asked again with her lips.
"Prophey, baby. Not that I mean not seriously, wait for my income to improve a little so that it can always make you happy in the future," said Ray clasping Lisa's palm to calm his heart.
"I'm not a treasure-mad woman, all I want is your love."
"It is sand, sand dear sand," said Ray laughing out loud.
"If you don't believe it," Alisa replied with a ridiculing silly face.
Alisa who was a little upset at that time, smiled back when she managed to reply to Ray. The two reciprocated ignorantly until it did not feel the event in the office when it was finished.
Shortly after dropping him off, he said goodbye to return home. At home, lie in bed and play Facebook.
Of all the media apps, almost the average Ray has them. Being busy playing social media, he saw a status post that was not right or stuck according to his perspective.
"All men are the same, they're assholes!"
Without thinking for long, Ray immediately responded to that.
"If a man is like you say, is your father like that?" ask Ray in the comments.
Two minutes later the woman replied,.
"What business do you have? why interfere? Better to shut up! You don't know anything, don't know everything."
Finding that, Ray just smiled to himself in the room while replying.
"I just straighten out, because in the words mbak it does not fit. Cook all the guys like you think? If I tell you everything, it's character assassination."
"High Deaf, these are my accounts, why are you dealing with them? But yes, that's the fact. If a man is being nice, there must be something he wants or gets. You are too, right?" the accusation is still in comments.
Ray stopped replying to the comment then switched to sending it to a private message.
"When there are problems in relationships with men, it shouldn't be like that, even you seem to have no self-esteem, though the woman's self-esteem is not bought and will not be measured by anything. If he leaves you, sure enough a better replacement would have been prepared in front, in front of the alley for example."
Do not stop there, the personal message is the initial bridge for them to get to know each other.
All the problems he told me until Ray's ears were a little smoky because he heard the heart for too long.
Her name is Ezza Fitria Ningsih.
Aged the same age as Ray, long-haired, has an oval face, thin mustachioed, a face that he was so proud of when Ray pored over personal photos on the account.
Until finally asked for Ray's phone number with a reason to share the story complained. Ezza thought, Ray is a man who is quite mature in thinking wisely, suitable for his place to tell stories.
When he had shared phone contact with each other, Ray thought a little about Ezza. What Ezza did was just a form of loneliness, because no one could win against loneliness.
"Why is it like this? it's just like the drama in these movies. At first fighting and then making friends, and then the edges must be so," thought Ray began to stand up to take a towel walking towards the bathroom while singing a song of male instinct.
"You want to shower, Bang?" rama asked briefly.
"Son, just fishing. Yeah, take a shower."
"Gapain take a shower, it'll get dirty again."
"Willfully take a shower, let the handsome wear off."
"Tiny modal nyuap a proud time."
"Not credit?" ray quickly closed the bathroom door.
"Don't forget my allotment tonight Bang, the cleanliness tax money is in your bed," shouted Rama a little loudly.
"Howling young people," welcome Ray to hang a towel.
"Regardless of right and wrong about keeping a heart, being able to know them is another story I never regretted," Ray's inner gaze stared at the puddle of water in the tub.
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