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Six O'clock in the Morning

At about six in the morning, Laura arrived at Arga's house. As usual, the house is always in a clean and neat alias uninhabited.

Laura then walked into the kitchen. He intended to make coffee to relieve the drowsiness that had been fondling his eyes. Because last night Gama continued to rummage unclear, so Laura had to stay up late to take care of the child.

One cup of coffee is finished. Laura walked towards the living room while carrying a tray filled with biscuits.

"Just relax a few times, huh? This house was never made. Still clean, too, right?"

Laura was just about to throw her body onto the sofa when suddenly her room opened.

"Where is it? Didn't I tell you to take care of this house?" snapped Arga suddenly.

The surprised Laura spontaneously dropped the glass from her hand. The glass fell apart like Laura's current mind.

"Ma ... Sir, Arga?" Laura swallowed her saliva with great difficulty.

"Why? Shocked me home? You pikid with me not coming home can arbitrarily do your duty."

"Ma ... Sorry, Sir! Last night I had an urgent interest. So I have to go home first" Laura said.

"What interests? Can't you get permission first?" pissed Arga. Laura felt more and more cornered by the man.

"I'm sorry, sir!" smirking again.

Arga snorting. He threw his body onto the single sofa then gleamed his legs haughtily. "Quick make food for me. I'm hungry" he lamented.

"What do you want to eat, sir? There are no fresh food here. But I have some instant menus.

"Fried rice is buluk?" Laura's dumbfounded. "It seems I never made that."

"Make that kind of fried rice again. You used to make it for me. It's black, but it doesn't feel so bad" Arga said.

Laura was getting pensive. He tried to think hard and warm everything. Looks like Arga's taking him to reminisce about High School. But, when? When did Laura ever make buluk fried rice for Arga. Really, he really doesn't remember.

"Tuesday!" Arga was suddenly whimpering. Laura was still pensive thinking about which Tuesday. There were hundreds of Tuesdays that were missed, and he really did not remember at all.

"I was in sports at the time. From home I don't eat breakfast. My pocket money was also left behind. Then you came to bring me the poisonous fried rice. Although it looked bad, but the fried rice saved me from fainting."

Shocked, Laura was speechless. "Honestly, my memory is a bit bad. But if you want the black fried rice with a slightly black color, it looks like I can make it.

"Then make it!" said Arga.

Without saying much Laura immediately went to the kitchen. Luckily there was still rice yesterday that was worth eating. So Laura didn't have to bother cooking rice just yet.

About half an hour later Nasi goreng buluk will Arga presented in plain sight. Slowly, Arga started scooping the rice. He slightly held back a smile when the taste in the rice was not much different from the rice that Laura used to make.

"What's that like?" ask Laura.

Arga nodded. There was a slight smile on Laura's lips as she scooped the rice into her mouth again and again.

"You didn't eat?" Arga looked up when he realized there was only one Rice there.

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