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Evan was looking for the existence of Amora, the article was when he went to the parking lot to pick up a motorbike, Amora was still on the side of the road. But now the beautiful woman was nowhere to be seen.
"Has Amora come home, huh?" monologue Evan while looking around once again. But still, he did not find anyone there. He also drove his motorbike leaving the office courtyard, splitting the quiet streets. Soon a black car that belonged to Reyhan stopped in front of the office.
"Ah maybe Amora's home already. Where could he be waiting for me." Reyhan said smiling wryly, he was too worried that Amora was waiting for him . He also returned the car, hoping Amora had gone home first and was at home.
Meanwhile, the,
Amora kept running somewhere, the shoes with high heels were out of place. The woman let go because she was not free to walk. Amora went into the alley, she went the wrong way. Time showed at 9pm.
"I where?" frustrated muttering. He looked around, but everything looked foreign. He really doesn't recognize this area.
"Can't you stray like this anyway?" the upset. He walked slowly with tired steps. He sat in a long chair on the side of the road to rest. His slender fingers moved rubbing the sweat that flooded his face and body. He straightened his tired legs.
He was very thirsty, his throat was bitter because he walked for miles from the office and for hours. Not to get to the apartment but he was stranded in the middle of nowhere. No one was open.
"Where to go." frustrated. He saw the road he had been on, there was no way he could go back.
As he sat down to rest, a horde of youths passed by him. At first some of the young men were just indifferent when they saw Amora, until one of the young men with long hair noticed Amora.
"Hey, she's pretty too." she grabbed one of her friends' arms until they all turned and stopped them. The five friends also noticed Amora who looked confused. There was no one there except them. The neighborhood is very quiet.
"Don't be a ghost." said the blue-robed man shuddering. He hid behind his friend because he was afraid.
"What's right, girls like angels are said to be ghosts" said the gondrong man earlier.
"Yes, I can Tarjo. You want her eyes if there is a beautiful girl." said another friend. The man named Tarjo scratched his head.
"You why? a cutuan?"
"Eat him hair do not gondrong, tuh lice like to nest in the hair pondrong." cibir his friend named Parmin.
"Yeah, what the hell are you guys. Where there are Iuan, diligent people use shampoo. Besides the chick's feet to the ground, it can't be a ghost." Si Tarjo remained in his stance. He moved towards the confused Amora. The other youths just shook their heads.
"Hi Mbak, why alone in a lonely place?" greet Tarjo. Amora flinched, she raised her head and saw the young man grinning. The Amora who had originally sat, was now standing upright and retreating backwards. He's afraid.
"Sa-I was waiting for a friend." replied Amora nervously.
"It's better to wait for his friend with us mbak, it must be more exciting." Tarjo god.
"No. Thank you." reject Amora. He saw Tarjo from top to bottom, there was nothing strange about the appearance of this man. Then his gaze shifted to a group of young male friends who were in front of him who were not far from him.
The young man named Tarjo saw himself.
"Why mbak? calm down so ugly I'm a good person" he said.
"Udahlah Tarjo, don't bother the woman. Your sinister face scares him." shouted one of his friends to invite laughter from all of them.
"Fuck you guys." Tarjo grunted in annoyance.
"I'm sorry I have to go home." said Amora as she hurriedly avoided Tarjo and his friends.
"Well, I'm running away." cried Tarjo.
"Udah told me she was afraid of your face, Tarjo!"
"Our guys, yeah!" tarjo said with annoyance, he caught up with his friends. Jeers for the sake of ridicule continue to be hurled at Tarjo to make the man upset instead of playing.
He ran while looking back, without paying attention to the road. Until he did not realize there was a motor running.
Brakkk ....
"Astaghfirullah." the rider was surprised because Amora suddenly passed by and he accidentally hit her. The motorcyclist immediately stopped the bike, then went down and approached Amora who was sitting on the asphalt road while holding her knee.
"Amora." said the biker surprised. He crouched down to see Amora's condition.
Amora raised her head, looking at the man.
"Evan ..." said Amora as surprised. He grimaced as Evan touched his knee. The man was not wearing work clothes, he was wearing only a t-shirt and shorts.
"I'm sorry, where's the pain?" ask Evan to worry. He kept checking Amora's body, not wanting anything to happen to the woman. He felt guilty for accidentally bumping into Amora.
"I'm the one who's sorry for not paying attention to the road."
"It's okay, I'm also wrong for not being careful."
"Sorry." said Amora.
"I apologize to you. I ask THR if that is so." said Evan jahil.
"Eh, what's THR?" amora asked confusedly.
"Well yes, you're sorry." - Evan chuckled.
"Jeez there's-there's you." Amora laughed as she shook her head.
"Aren't you smiling why?"
"Well, can't you?" Amora scrunched her forehead.
"No. Because I can diabetic see your smile is too sweet." Evan teased.
"I didn't expect it to turn out that you were a crocodile too" Amora sneered and replied with a laugh by Evan.
"Where is sick?" evan asked after laughing.
"It." Amora pointed at her torn pants on the knee. Evan quickly placed his hand under the woman's knee.
"What do you want?" asked Amora who glared. Evan takes her in a sling, making Amora scream.
"Down me, Evan." The woman patted Evan on the shoulder, but was not rubbed by the man. Evan continues to hold Amora up in front of the closed shophouse. There was a long bench there, Evan put Amora down slowly.
"Wait here, don't go anywhere" the man said before leaving. He picked up the bike he left and went somewhere.
"Well, why am I staying? where's he going?" ask Amora to yourself. He saw the shadow of Evan slowly drifting away leaving him with a million perplexities. Lots of small incidents that occurred, making Amora groan frustrated and want to get home soon. He misses his soft bed.
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