SECOND LOVE

CHAPTER 163

A cool breeze of the morning greeted Nilam's skin, from the fentilation gap of the room. He squirmed, and not long after his eyes were open. As if he already had an alarm in him, the girl would always be awake every five o'clock in the morning, no matter he had a work schedule morning or afternoon.

Take the blanket and get up. Rituals as usual. To the bathroom to throw away, and clean the face, then tidy up a room that is not too messy. Only then did he head to the kitchen to see if there was anything he could make breakfast or not, this morning.

Usually Amanda will be a little nagging if Nilam activity in the early morning like this time. But since the friend was not in the boarding house, Nilam could freely do anything without hearing the tomboy girl's complications.

Nilam hasn't seen a cell phone since he opened his eyes. Intentionally, because he knew the sophisticated object would hamper his morning activities if the first thing he did was play mobile phone.

Sambal petai baby squid that he bought in the online shop a while ago is still there, he just keep warming it up. And cook a little rice, just for herself because Amanda's only coming back in the afternoon.

After all her homework was done, Nilam grabbed a cell phone on her dresser, intending to call her lover.

The originally ordinary mood, calm, relaxed, suddenly rumbled after reading the message from the same number as yesterday.

"Basic ja*ang, su*del, pe*ek!"

"Man doesn't know himself! Grabber!"

"I swear you don't find happiness in your life. May you have a disabled child one day, for your disgusting deeds! Fucking chick matre. Your sins are unforgivable. You separated the mother from her son, the sister from her brother. You'll regret it later! Look, the law of karma goes on."

Suddenly, Nilam's head turned. He held on to the end of the table that was not too big, in order to keep his trembling body from collapsing.

In his entire life, not a single person had ever cursed and cursed him with this kind of sadism. He is not a person who likes to look for trouble, who likes to behave like a teaser especially like a ja*ang woman. Then who is this guy?

Who with the heart to swear, not only himself, even the child who has not been there can be a curse.

He sat quietly on his little chair, his chest still pounding like he had just run a marathon. Calm down by taking a deep breath, thinking who would be the one who gave him this kind of terror. And his brain was fixed on one person, namely Utari. But immediately he shook his head. He denies what his heart says.

"It's impossible that this brave Utari swears people. The time he wasn't afraid of his vow turning to himself?" nilam answered the whisper of his heart.

Nilam's voice trembled as he greeted the caller who turned out to be Baskara.

"Dear, what's wrong with you? What, that weird voice?" ask Baskara directly.

Patchouli whose focus was still divided, only murmured indistinctly.

"Nilam," call the bus again.

"You why? Is there a problem?"

It took a few seconds for Nilam to answer her husband's questions.

"Mmm mas, wait a minute yes, I sent something in the chat," said Nilam finally.

The girl sent a screen shot of a message as well as a phone number that gave her terror, and Baskara immediately opened it.

"From yesterday that number chatted me, with a strange remark. I don't want to call on a phone. Who has that number?" nilam finally.

"Wait a minute, baby. I'll call again."

The bus ended its phone call, feeling familiar with the number Nilam had just sent.

"Don't tell me it's Utari" he muttered while matching the number to the one who called him.

And finally, Baskara could only close his eyes because what he feared was true happened.