That Bianglala, you
On the rooftop
[Father, though,
just for a minute,]
“Yes already, Bianca otw to it,”
Connection was broken by Bianca. No
there is a car invitation, then Bianca must be independent to order the ojek online again,
his fingers were playing the phone screen, but his thoughts were on Bela, the tumben
once he took Bianca to work. Indeed, as long as Bela worked
business since Bianca was small, only this time he involved Bianca to come.
Usually both are not too concerned about privacy, mama and the child are not
too open since the divorce.
---
“Thank you, yes, mas,” said Bianca
at mas ojol, hand over the helmet and travel expenses.
Bianca walked towards the gate,
before that a satpan in front of the gate had already approached Bianca.
“Sorry, deck. Junior High has needs
what's here?” tanya Satpam standing in front of Bianca.
“Meet Mother, sir,”
“Oh, son of Ma Bela. I think the child
SMP kesat,” the security guard chuckled.
Bianca smiled sniggered.
“You were ushered into Bu Bela's room
no, neng?” ask the security guard after two seconds of laughing at him
bianca is the son of Junior High.
“Not necessary, sir. But I can
know where mama's room is?” ask Bianca politely.
“Oh, just ask at the table
receptionist. To the right of the entrance,” is clearly a security guard.
Bianca nodded in understanding,
“Once, yes, sir. Thank you very much,” said the end of Bianca lowered her back
body as a courtesy.
“Sama-sama, neng.” Sattam
smiling courteously, turned his body towards the guard room of his post.
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The office yard is a long way from the post room
keep a security guard, because it is a large yard size, several motorcycles lined up
neat in the parking lot, the luxury cars - including the black car owned by Mama Bela
in the car row. Square black glass door in push Bianca, table
reception is at the right entrance.
“Good day, deck. Somebody can
we help?” greet the receptionist staff, his black shirt wrapped in his slender body, his,
put some hair over his head.
“Hmm, I would like to meet you
mama,” replied Bianca, as her eyes looked around, yes, because this is first
the time he entered into the scope of his mother's work.
“Mama?” the staff mba asked back
bewildered.
Bianca turned her head, “Eh, I mean Mom
Bela, mba.” the girl patted the eel, indeed her mother is an artist, at will
blur.
“Oh, you're Bu Bela's son?” ask
mba staffnya again, her hands flipped the ledger sheet, observing the schedule that
inscribed.
“Iya, mba,”
“Bu Bela again important meeting. Possibly
it will be over in thirty minutes. Where do you want to wait?” mba staff clear
staring at Bianca softly.
“Can you wait on rooftop, mba?”
“Bby, kok. The elevator is next door
left there, yes,” clear mba staff, pointing towards the back of Bianca place elevator
be in.
“Thanks, mba,” says Bianca,
smile politely.
“Sama-sama,” reply mba staff,
a wide smile clenched both palms in front of the chest.
The company's office is owned by Mama Bela
it is also large, there are ten floors in the building that are dominated
that glass. The location of the building is right next to the mayor's building. Correct, right,
her mother. On the lower floor of the reception was indeed quiet, there was only a table guard,
because this is already in working hours during the day, there is also an important meeting
as the staff said. Bianca forgot to see the name tag, because
from entering the girl was busy observing, as was her habit.
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The elevator door opened, the elevator stopped
top floor, 10th floor, Bianca's destination to reach the rooftop. On the floor
10 Is also quiet, there is only an office boy who is busy mopping.
“Sorry, excuse me, sis,” said Bianca
courtesy of the office boy.
“Iya, sis. There's something I can
help?” the office boy stopped his job, looked back at Bianca.
“The door to the rooftop where, yes, brother?”
“Oh, there, deck,” office boy
with slightly curly hair it pointed with its right hand, while
his left hand holds a broomstick.
Bianca's eyes follow the index finger
that office boy, then gazed into his curly hair, “Thank you, yes, sis,” Bianca
smile gently.
“Oh, yes, equally, deck,” office
the boy took a step back, gave Bianca a path, very polite.
Bianca walked a little down
with the same smile still, as a sign of respect, the girl watched over each other
his footsteps on the floor, avoiding ceramics that seemed to be still wet
after in the mop. In addition to a sign of respect for the courtesy of the office boy earlier, hair
his curls remind Bianca of someone, of course anyone else if not
Given with the hair trim a little curls it up.
Behind the heavy door, a rooftop
widely plastered in the pupils of Bianca's black eyes, deserted no one, only there
large orange-colored barrels that are useful for holding water, some garbage
plastic carried by the wind. Still with the school backpack draped in
on his back, Bianca ran a little closer to the guardrail. Dark hair
his upper back moved in rhythm with his steps, his hand holding the fabric of the skirt
the wind was hit by a rooftop.
“Severe. A place this good
deserted,” muttered Bianca, her left hand is now holding the barrier, temporarily
his right hand over his head, dispelling the scorching sun in the
daytime.
Because the fan of the game bianglala,
bianca also likes heights. From a height you can accommodate
many sights, scattered city buildings, electric poles
high towering, various expressions of people passing in the streets. Something
which might send you to sincerity, the wind of great heights
could have carried all the weight on the chest.
Bianca closed her eyes, looked up
head up, take a deep breath, then exhale slowly. Each
being at a height, the round-eyed girl would perform rituals such as
earlier, trying to shed everything that was burdensome, for him so he
able to accept what has happened. Memories of divorce, the figure of his father
the one that came back, now it's a bit of a relief.
Then a second after that Bianca suddenly
remembering the Given number, somehow his brain works without prediction
I can think of Given. Soon Bianca moved off the edge of the rooftop, looking for a spot
shade to avoid the glare of the sun. Then quickly open the bag, look for a book
the job, reverse it on the backyard where the Given number graffiti,
meetup. Don't forget to reach for the phone in his white uniform pocket, push the button
small on the right side of the phone, on.
It doesn't take much time, number
Given is already logged in and stored on Bianca's phone contact list. Now
send a message that is more difficult than asking for a phone number. Appliances
whatsapp still lights up showing room chat Given, but there is not yet a
the message to be sent.
Bianca daydreamed, looking ahead
as far as the eye can see, think as hard as possible.
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If there is an error in the writing of PUBEI or KBBI, please criticize and advise yes, sis. Thank ye. Earth salutation from the Scriptures:)
