That Bianglala, you
Afternoon
I have tried many styles, from
position left right side, supine, prone, to cover the face with
bolsters, Bianca still could not close her eyes, all she did was
rolling around indistinctly on top of her mattress. Carelessness over numbers
Given made himself feel sorry for himself, blaming it on senility
Bianca can recur at any time. Until the voice of bi Nur was heard in
behind the wooden door of Bianca's room.
“Non, want lunch now?”
tanya bi Nur's.
“Eh, yes bi. Bianca come down for a second
again” said Bianca, awakened from the short daydream.
Bi Nur who was standing behind the door
the room answered briefly, then immediately turned around, back down to the floor
down-maybe continue his work. Bianca got up from her lying position, rubbing
sleepy but unkempt eyes, glancing at the wall clock
his room, just hit one more. Bianca's phone vibrated, lit up on the nightstand
near the bed when Bianca is planning to stand from the bed. Thought things
that black flat, unlock the lock screen, swipe the top notification bar ‘one
message unread’, Bianca touch it which directly leads to the contents of the chat
whatsapp.
*Sofia
[Where, bi? Already lo chat brother
Given?] Bianca turned the lazy eyeball, sighing harshly.
Bianca typing lazy reply [Number
forgetfulness in Risma's book, Sof]
[Oh my goodness, how do dong?]
[Yes, wait for tomorrow. Already, it's,
yes, I want to eat]
Bianca ended the chat
before Sofia became increasingly chatty, asking a lot of things
Bianca also doesn't know the answer, it will have an effect on the brain contents of Bianca
by oneself. Sure enough, Bianca had time to daydream thirty seconds before she finally
aware of the worms in his stomach singing softly asking for food intake. Move on
Bianca from the bed, put her phone back on the little nightstand,
walk slowly towards the dining room table that blends with the kitchen.
Kitchen is quiet, no bi Nur in
place, maybe bi Nur is out of the way because his duty has been
done that. The neatly arranged tooling is a little watery, it seems right bi Nur new
just finish her kitchen chores and opt out to get together with
the neighbors mothers. Bianca continues her plan to enter the kitchen, taking
plate on the shelf, then open the green serving hood on the dining table-there
oseng kale, grilled chicken, Bianca's favorite tomato sauce and warm white rice
provided for Bianca. Bianca shifted the chair for her to sit on, starting
take your own menu with the most tomato sauce. Ten minutes, menu
lunch Bianca ludes get into the stomach, making the worm stop as well
play keroncong, then take care of Bianca's leftovers, wash her dishes, wash hers,
put it back on the plate again. And now what? Bianca is confused
doing what, there are no home or outdoor activities he can do-
if you want to sweep the floor too bad, wash clothes and fold already
done bi Nur, watering flowers is not possible because the front garden of the house is not
in tanami Bela any flower.
Never mind, the only way is
back into the Bianca-habitat inside her room. Adventuring to the veranda
social media is an activity of Bianca when there really is no activity
any positive that he can do aka join really. This phase of the gab has already
ingrained in most teenagers in general, or perhaps adults
I have experienced it too. When they are confused what to do, then what
existing in their minds was the existence of a vast, reachable virtual world
easily on rectangular flat objects. With busy fingers
swiping the phone screen, Bianca's brain once again remembered Given's number
the one who missed, continued with a small curse in his heart. One hour
by then, Bianca's wide eyes were tired of looking at the light of a cell phone,
it's ending. The clock is already pointing at half-four in the afternoon, making the girl
he chose to clean himself first. Who knows, I'll arrive later
someone took him for a walk on a sunny afternoon.
Finish show clean yourself, Bianca
waiting for a knock on the door or a message to enter his favorite flat object.
Still faithfully wait until Bianca decides to leave the room, down to the floor
bottom.
“Non Bianca where are you going?” ask Bi
Nur who from behind saw Bianca stepping down the stairs.
“Through where, bi. Just want
ahead aja” replied Bianca turned lazy. Not because of the presence of Bi Nur, will
but because of the Bianca's reckless phase.
“Already, if nyari aunty, Bi Nur
it's behind, ya” Bi Nur said with a smile, then turned around.
Bianca continued her steps towards
terrace, sitting on a small bench located in the terrace. Observing the park
without interest since her parents' divorce, since Bianca's father left without
give the last sentence to Bianca, and Bela who won't say
anything to Bianca about her dad. Which only Bianca knows, their divorce
just a trivial, small matter that should not take such a big decision
that's. Can't they talk about it well, thinking about the conditions
Bianca's the only girl. Bianca shook her head quickly, closing
eyes tight, trying to turn off the memories that sometimes stop at him
when I was daydreaming. Never mind, forget about it, Bianca doesn't want to
remembering it, a little recalling made her tears unable to bear to
out of his wide eyes.
The twilight is increasingly showing color
beautifully, painting the clouds with bright reddish orange streaks. Bianca
not the one who is included in the list of lovers of twilight, but at the time of the hemisphere
which will go to night, street lights, yard, or home
will light. It was Bianca's favorite light, right behind, too,
in the house Bi Nur turned on the lights, making lights in the house.
“Case, non” exclamation Bi Nur already
standing next to Bianca.
Bianca turned her head slowly “Later on,
bi. Soon” replied Bianca.
“Aunty entered first, ya”
A thin smile was plastered on
bianca's lips for a split second, only in return for Bi Nur.
Five minutes ahead, lights
streets with a lonely road. Bianca decided to enter the house, there was no intention
to wait for Bela to come home from her solid job. Bianca walked in, though,
I want to eat whatever is in the kitchen. Usually Bela is stoking
snack beberap. Just as Bianca headed for the kitchen, the sound of the front gate friction
heard, followed by the sound of the car entering. Bi Nur who also heard,
running small out of the house, carrying Bela's bag or items that need Bi Nur
assistive. While Bianca stays on her goal, take two snacks, one bottle
drink, one jam bread, then come back, intending to go into the room. Passed
with Bela.
“How in school?” ask Bela
the trite still with his work shirt. Bi Nur himself has gone
prepare warm water and dinner for Bela behind when Bianca
out kitchen.
“Custom only. No one else does
preferential. Bianca wants to go to the room, sleep” replied Bianca. He did not dare as quickly
it's to tell you about Given, anyway what's important to Bela. Since
the divorce, Bela and Bianca don't talk too much, just when
just precarious circumstances.
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If there is an error in the writing of PUBEI or KBBI, please criticize and advise, sis. Thank ye. Greetings of the literary world from the Scriptures:)
