sacrificial taste

Fall ill

in my last days I was an intern, I fell ill and was sentenced to typhoid symptoms because I was too tired and maybe because I was too drawn into grief because behind the happiness and laughter that zafran had given me was still often appears in my memory of my best friend, my best friend Nadin who suddenly disappeared after me and the official zafran in a relationship.

everything was ruined, all my plans, plans, and preparations for the anniversary of the office department failed and had to keep my seniors busy looking for my replacement and retraining from scratch. my pain that time had indeed ruined everything!!!

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I woke up because there was a person holding my hand so warm that none other than my favorite vocalist hehe, he came with his mother who was very worried about me as well, he brought me some chicken soup that has become my favorite soup as well

"mother brought chicken soup but this time it was your boyfriend's original" her mother zafran mocked me

"where can he make it himself ma'am"

"well, tell him mom!" zafran defended himself

"this time it was Zafran who made it, actually mom wanted to help him but she refused"

"it must be strange to you" I glanced at jahil zafran

"like" his mother zafran helped me mock the zafran

"try first" zafran bribed me with his homemade soup, at first I deliberately refused but I did not have the heart to see his face that was flattering "hm?hoot it?"

"mother! try it, it feels weird" I gave his mother zafran a code to work with me to keep mocking the zafran

"mmm!" his mother Zafran made an unpleasant expression

"why is my face like that? as bad as it feels?" he tasted the taste of his homemade soup "no really, I think it tastes the same as mother-made"

instantly my mother and I laughed at the increasingly adorable expression of the zafran

"don't be so sad, you make good!

yahhh although not as good as it used to be"

"because dulukan helped mother" continued his mother zafran

"already, bete" zafran moved away from us and sat down on the sofa

"yahhh, zafran ngambek ma'am"

*zafran took out his phone and started playing the game*

"you're here to visit Vania or play a game" his mother approached the zafran, took the zafran's phone and sent the zafran back to me while his mother was out of the room

"i was just kidding, your soup is good! swear it! I wouldn't mind having to spend it"

*zafran not poking me*

"sorry! sorry zafran"

"haha" she laughed at me back "it's nice in love so"

"you ah!"

"ehh, don't get mad dongg! I'm just kidding too so we're even, now as promised you'll have to finish the soup"

"yeah"

"bribery?"

"hm?"

"i'm bribe?"

"no, I eat alone"

"whatever" I give you my bowl of soup

"kayak is not so sincere"

"no, quick bribe"

*ultimately the zafran bribed me so calmly and so comfortably that it didn't feel like the food ran out*

"tomorrow morning I'm here well all want to stay on guard for you"

"tomorrow?"

"yeah"

"tomorrow is the anniversary of the office"

"iyaa emang"

"continue? why are you here?"

"because I want to"

"why, tomorrow you have a show too"

"cancel"

"Why, why?"

"you don't exist"

"why is that so zafran, I was forced to not be able to attend because I had a hitch while you were not"

"i'd like to accompany you"

"you must be a zafran professional, don't be like that!"

"iyaaiyaa, but I finished my performance here! promise!"

"iyaa zafran yaa"

"i went home firstwell, pity mom's been waiting downstairs from earlier"

"uh uh?mammy? so your mom was waiting downstairs?"

"yeah"

"Lohh but why?"

"mother doesn't want to bother her" she said"

"disrupt what the hell, or you're the one who asked me to wait downstairs?"

"why do you always think negatively of me anyway? mom herself would wait downstairs"

"i don't feel good to know"

"it's okay vaniaa, I've gone home! you rest a lot so that you heal quickly"

"yes, be careful, greetings to mother"

"yeah"

*connect*