That Bianglala, you
First message
“Good day Brother Given”
“Halo Brother Given”
“Coffee ship fire password?”
“Select cash three million or
curtain number 2?”
“Kak Given already has a girlfriend, yes?”
Argha! Bianca frustrated, ruffled
her hair that was already messy was hit by the wind. The last message
very unreasonable, too to the point for the first time chat,
again it will end up erased, not so send, then think, type
again, not so, delete. Bianca glanced at the clock on the corner of the phone screen while
keep turning the brain, it's been almost three minutes it means the meeting will be
it's done, and Bianca has to get off the rooftop immediately. “Come, think better,
Bianca,” her own spirit, “Circle of fitting words, which no will
make ilfeel or impressed lebay,” he added again in the heart.
Five minutes of brain-arguing,
finally resigned. All right, maybe this will be better. Bianca is back
typing on his flat object despite slightly shaking his little fingers. Undeliverable.
Check the two seen at the bottom end of the message, near the sent clock. Bianca was surprised
not playing, he thought maybe Given was off, not active because
he became an orientation time committee. Whatsapp account without profile photo
it also does not show the last seen. Okay this is Bianca's stupidity wrong
one.
“Dek Bianca is out there?”
as Bianca murmured with her stupidity, a vague voice sounded from
heavy door access in and out of the rooftop.
“Eh, yes, sis. I'm here,” shouts
Bianca who was sheltered not far from the door.
“The map is done, deck,” says
someone behind the door.
“Ah, yes, sis. Wait, yeah. Five
minute,” shouted Bianca again asking for time.
“Iya, I wait here,”
Bianca immediately put the book into
in his bag again, close the zipper. Not forgetting to turn off the phone data, though,
put it in a uniform pocket. Bodo is very much about the reply message,
later on too, Bianca didn't want to keep people behind the door waiting
longtime. He tidied himself up, put the uniform out, combed
his hair that looks irregular because it is blown by the wind with fingers
her hands.
The door opened, Bianca
surprised, someone curly hair was waiting for him.
“Eh, sorry to wait so long, yes, sis,”
“Gapapa, really. Come!” bring someone
haired curls are none other than the office boy who told the door rooftop earlier.
Bianca walked in front, she arrived
surprised to almost hallucinate that the one waiting for him was Given.
Because the curls on the office boy look almost similar to a hair model
Given. ‘Aduh, Bianca. Why, anyway, you. Come on, focus, focus,” scolds Bianca on
by yourself.
“The map is done from now on,
yes, sister?” bianca asked broke the silence. Both were taking the elevator
down's up.
“Engga. Just now, kok,”
Bianca paused slowly, nodding. “I
can ask?” continued office boy, his question made Bianca turn.
“Bby, dong, sis. Ask what?”
“You're Bu Bela's son, yes?”
“Iya, kok brother knows,”
“True to mean my guess earlier.
The thing is similar,” office boy was chuckling softly.
Bianca just smiled. Elevator door
open, floor number 4.
“Let me take you to the office
Ma'am Bela,” office boy was down.
Bianca walked stiffly, smiling
clumsy, he felt disinclined to be treated so by an older one.
“Indeed my mom works in part
what, yes, sister?” ask Bianca was curious when the office boy was already
near her. Seeing as it seems like many respect a Bela-mama.
“CEO company, deck.”
Bianca oh. Bianca is just
knowing the position of CEO is the most important position in the company, maybe it is
why Bela had to leave early in the morning, did not have time to pick up Bianca, and
gonna be home late.
dek,” farewell office boy, smile friendly, say goodbye.
“Thank you very much, brother,” reply
Bianca smile.
The door of the room is brown with
the rectangular frosted glass on his right side, made Bianca unable to
peering inside, there was anyone inside the room. Just knocking
Bianca could be worried, because it was the first time this entered the company's office. Why
new one? Because from elementary school until Bianca's junior high school graduation
preoccupied by the exulses he followed, not yet because he never got
access from her mother.
Okay. Bianca ventured
knocking, because yes it is the only way that is most appropriate.
Tok…
“Ma, this is Bianca,”
“Come in, Bi,” the voice of Mama Bela
heard from within.
Bianca follows directions, pushing
that fine wooden door.
No one turned out to be in
inside, there was only Mama Bela sitting checking the file, in front of her, at the table
stacking sheets of documents.
“What did you tell Bianca here?”
bianca asked, taking a seat in front of her mother.
“Awhile, yes. Mama check this out
in the past,” replied Bela who was still focused on her work without seeing Bianca.
Bianca nodded, choosing
pulled out his phone, too curious about the message that was a few minutes away
then he sent it to Given. When data is enabled, a direct reply message
go in. Bianca held herself back, developing her cheeks, gregetan, glancing at a glance
his mother, who was still focused on looking at the document, made sure she wasn't looking
Bianca wants to scream.
A new message from the bar
notifications that go directly to room chat Given.
*Sir Given
[Hi, Brother Given. It's I'm Bianca who
yesterday asked for a number on the stairs, still want?]
Reply message
[Hi too. Still bad, really]
Read it in the heart reflex
makes Bianca smother her own mouth. Fear of being too excited
not controlled. Then, what now? Bianca started to get confused again
reply what. His brain is literally in the bank now.
“Bii, Bianca Lala,” Bianca
jerked, straightened his head. In front of him Bela stared in astonishment.
“Iya, ma?”
“Why you? Called daritadi
even still see the phone,” Bela runs to the document shelves on the side
office, clinging to clean white walls.
“Eh, no. Just, this was temen
Bianca gave me a picture of the announcement, not clear. The picture is small,” kilah
Bianca, very smart indeed if the problem is looking for an excuse when coughed and
cornered.
Bela nodded, taking out a map
archive and one large blue ordner.
“In the bag is what, Bi?” ask
Bela, while re-examining the documents.
“One novel book is the same as a writing book,
ma,”
“Good.” Bela closed the sheet
document, divide in two.
While Bianca frowned,
don't understand. What's so good.
“You take this home, yes. Entry
in the bag, the novel is about you,” clearly Bela handed over two archive places
documents to Bianca.
“Terus?” Bianca is confused.
“Kasih Bi Nur's. Ask to keep it in the room
mom, in the closet.”
Okay. Sounds more clear. Bianca
receiving the two colored objects, the big one is not full thick, the other
no longer thick but in it more sheets.
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If there is an error in the writing of PUBEI or KBBI, please criticize and advise, yes, sis. Thank ye. Greetings of the literary world from the Scriptures:)
