SECOND LOVE

CHAPTER 118

Nilam sighed in disappointment, having missed the call from Baskara. He tried to call the number of the lover, but unfortunately not connected.

He opened the message sent by Baskara, who asked if he had eaten or not? As well as the message of the Bas, who will have a meeting with the owner of the project he is currently working on.

"Surely he has departed" Nilam regretted speaking to himself.

The call and message history was sent twenty minutes ago. She was still wearing dirty clothes in the bathroom.

After finishing her sewing work, Nilam did not have time to look at the phone. The girl immediately made lunch, and supplies that she would bring to her workplace. After that he went to the bathroom to clean himself while washing his dirty clothes that are not too much. Only after all his work was done did Nilam intend to enjoy lunch while exchanging news with Bas. But unfortunately, they are at loggerheads at mealtimes. So that the intention to let go of longing, must the girl hold it again.

Ah, this is how the LDR fighter apparently suffered.

Nilam finally replied to Bas's message. Apologized for not receiving the call, and several other messages he sent at the same time.

Waiting for a while, hoping Bas will open his message, but until his working hours arrive, Bas is not yet online.

Nilam departed with gontai, without spirit. His face was clouded, no smile was adorning.

"Why else, you?" Amanda who is in the warehouse where SPG usually put personal items, staring at the wonder of the friend who just arrived.

Nilam just shook his head, hung his sling bag on the hanger, and put his lunch box on the table, next to the other SPG's.

"Rame's the guy, huh, Nda?" ask Nilam. Seeing Amanda just finished filling her stomach, she guessed that since morning the buyers must have come and went.

"Lumayan."

"Hopefully the afternoon will also be rame" Nilam said again, then prepared to leave to start work.

Because the morning SPG task is still a few hours away, the new day shift SPG does not come to serve buyers. They clean and tidy up messy clothes.

Nilam's prayer is answered. Guests continued to arrive from evening until night. Even Nilam to miss his dinner time was the number of guests who came in and out.

Boutiques located in the tourism area, adjacent to hotels and beaches, make the boutique one of the choices of tourists to spend their money.

Clothing sold is not on the market, has its own characteristics, with the quality of goods that can compete with imported clothing. Even the advantage of the boutique is that the price is still friendly to the pockets of local tourists.

Nilam glanced at the clock on his wrist, it was already 22:15. It turned out to be late, it was fitting that his knees were shaking. Apparently he missed his dinner.

"Lam, I ate first, yes, my stomach hurts." One of his coworkers whispered in Nilam's ear. Guests are not as crowded as before, there are only one two people who like not getting tired, traveling from one store to another, and now dropping the option of entering into the boutique where Nilam works.

Nilam's stomach feels wrapped around, lately he is too often ignored by his meal hours, making his stomach ulcer and stomach acid rise.

He decided to stop by one of the mini markets, before returning to the hostel. Take some bread, and milk uht, not to forget he also bought ulcer medicine, and some other necessities. He plans to fill his stomach with bread tonight. The supply must have been not worth eating, while to buy food on the side of the road, he felt he could not wait. Tired, sleepy, and hungry mixed into one.

Finished paying, Nilam chose to sit in a chair in front of the mini market. Enjoyed the milk and bread he had just bought. His eyes stared at the still crowded streets, even though it was almost midnight. Life in a big city. As if there is no time to sleep, all racing from morning to morning again, whether looking for fortune or pleasure alone.

Nilam was so cool to enjoy his daydream, that the sound of screaming from behind his back surprised the girl.

"AAAADUUUH ....!" Nilam flinched and reflexed his head. A woman with a large stomach falls on her stomach right in front of the mini market. The woman's groceries were scattered around her. The minimarket visitor who happened to be near the woman immediately helped, and was so panicked when he realized there was blood flowing from the woman's private area. Patchouli who is small, a bit difficult to get closer. He was displaced by people who were increasingly crowding around the woman.

"Quick! Call an ambulance!"

"Help him to sit down!"

"Who's got a car?"

"He's bleeding!"

The screams of the crowd made Nilam's heart pound in fear.

"Mom, are you still conscious? Can anyone contact me? Husband maybe?" A middle-aged man tried to get the pregnant woman to talk.

Nilam who was curious to try to split the crowd, he frowned as he got closer like he recognized the weakly drooping figure.

"Delvia!" he said unconsciously.

"You know him?" The person beside Nilam looked at the girl.

"Geee ...." Nilam was confused as to what to answer.

"This boy knows this woman!" exclaimed the person beside Nilam, attracting the attention of others including Delvia herself.

"Mba please come here, help us save him. Is there a car? Why did the ambulance come so long?"

And without Nilam's plan, he drove Delvia to the hospital, using a private car that belonged to no one. He held Delvia's half-conscious head.

"To-long te-phone Pan-du," said the woman weakly, but Nilam could still hear her.