The Destiny 41
Tragedy of Sobek Tickets
Diaz is now in the basement hallway of the Justinian building, where the students are
Law usually takes classes. There were some students sitting around, listening to the I-Pod, reading newspapers or magazines, and laying on the floor; all of them were waiting for their classes to open. In the dimly lit hallway of his lighting, Diaz picked up the foreign number who had contacted him five times.
“Halo,” Diaz start to open talks.
“Halo,” reply someone who is the interlocutor. “This is with brother Marino Diaz
Rohie?”
“Well myself, this who's yah?”
“I Junaidi, from Asia Airlines, would like to inform you that you have been selected as the winner of the “Video Romance or Gokil contest? Where's Videomu? Buruan Upload!” yang
it was held on February 14. And you are the first champion to get a ticket to San Juan – Puerto Rico.”
His mouth was wide open. Diaz couldn't believe what he was hearing. Several times he pinched his palms, making some of his friends in the hallway so pay attention to him. They looked at him in wonder and amusement.
“Serious, Mas?” Diaz confirmed it again to convince him
not a joke, let alone a dream.
“Iya, right. And for the prize collection, can I know your home address along with a number that can be contacted?”
Without a second thought and seemed to forget the events of the other day in his room
diaz immediately mentioned his home address and phone number.
“Okay, thank you for entering the contest that Asia Airlines held. The prize you will receive on Friday tomorrow,”
“Thank you too, Mas. I wait, you know, the prize” Diaz grinned. Disconnect communications between Asia Airlines and Diaz.
At that time, Diaz's heart seemed to want to be dislodged and reflected banging all over
his organs. Sick, but happy. Thought Diaz, Maria must be happy that I took her to leave
to Puerto Rico. Diaz's victory at the Asia Airlines contest eliminated her concentration in the lecture hall. It is mostly dreamy of
listen to Bernadetta's mother's explanation. He also got spray from the lecturer and ridiculed ‘cie-cie’ from his friends.
Moving scene.
The Diaz family's residential garage looks rather airy. It happened, a week more than two days from the incident in the lecture room. Innova just came in and Diaz and Maria came out of it, both of them were visited by Ms. Nenti. Ms. Nenti just handed over a brownish yellow envelope with the official logo of Asia Airlines - along with her address and contacts - to Maria who did come out first. The envelope the size of all that is still sealed.
“Mbak Maria, Mas Diaz, this is no mail,” said Mbak Nenti. “The letter is for Mas Diaz, but surely Mbak Maria also has something to do, deh,” Mbak Nenti grinned.
“Kok so, Ma'am?” diaz asked, clenching his forehead. He grinned amusedly. “That's a letter to me, well give it to me, dong. Why love Maria?”
“Yes, whose name is husband-wife, right, husband goods, wife goods as well,” the 30-year-old maid's goda, but still a virgin.
“What the hell is this Mba? Ngasal just said.” said Diaz giggled. Diaz soon
he took the letter back from Mary's hand. Meanwhile, Mbak Nenti went straight back inside and left the pair of fiancee both in the garage, as well as the terrace.
“Ih, Didi, what the hell are you? I want to see first,” said Maria flirtatious. Unintentionally–but still in a conscious state, his mouth called Diaz as childhood
Diaz. Perhaps it was because of her subconscious drive that Mary accidentally called Diaz like she had just been.
“Hah?” Diaz's forehead wrinkled several layers and her eyes widened. “Barusan you
call me what?”
“Didi... Is something wrong?” ask Mary without feeling guilty.
“You weren't called Didi yah?”
Diaz gulped down his saliva again; I don't know how many times. His face began
deathly pale. “Ka-you know where? All I know about it is my family and my childhood friends doang.”
“And I am also your childhood friend,” Maria smiled meaningfully. “I Letty, Yas,
who used to like you to flirt first. Who used to live next to your house.” Maria stared
close to Diaz's eyes and that's enough to make Diaz tick dead. As was his usual habit, Diaz scratched his hair. “For the first time to your home, I feel more desja vu with the surrounding conditions. Uh apparently, I just remembered, I used to live here and often play with boys who like to fight only.”
When Mary said all that, her face turned red and she giggled.
alone. Finally after so many years, Maria recalled the times of Kindergarten. The girl should thank the mother Tantri–ibu Diaz–who when Diaz went to Puerto Rico told her the story.
‘Oya, Di-di,” Maria increasingly aggressively make Diaz more anxious. “You have opened our doctor's toy box, right? The answer to your question at that time I put it in the box.” Suddenly Maria brought up the moment that Diaz shot her. Maybe because of the influence of television shows and Japanese dramas that are rampant played on television that makes Diaz so quickly mature about love.
At that time, Mary did not reprimand her and Diaz thought that Mary only considered her
joking. Whereas, as long as Diaz knew, Mary secretly wrote the answer in the book
his day, then the day before his departure to Bandung, he tore the page and placed it in a toy box doctor who then handed it to Mbok Jumirah, the assistant of the Rohie family at that time. Mbok Jumirah immediately handed it to Diaz after returning from Kindergarten. It's just that, because of sadness left by friends at once
his first love, he ignores her and has not opened the box at all.
The box is still in Diaz's closet. It was securely awake in a pile of clothes. Suddenly, Diaz remembered something: he had shot Maria and Maria responding to the monkey's love action now, in the era of the internet is mushrooming
its usage. O-oh! Cold sweat began to pour all over his body. Her lips
gaping wide. His face is getting pale. Unknowingly, he even tore the letter into two parts vertically.
Maria was shocked to see what Diaz had done. “Diaz! That's the ticket to Puerto Rico,
why are you torn?” The girl who now looks sweet with her double braid knew about the contest because she had seen the video that had been observed 250,000 pairs of eyes.
Diaz grew again, after previously shrinking like a machete. He saw the letter as two parts. “Astaganaga! Why is this how it could be? If connected again, can still be used time yah?”
“Yes, can no longer dong,” Maria giggles alone. “If it has torn the ticket, well it means it is not valid. Moreover, this is also the count of prizes, not yet registered also your data. So where would you accept it. What are you, Didi?”
“Enough!” snapped Diaz. “Stop calling me Didi. Download and save this letter,” Diaz
Maria was shocked and stunned to see Diaz so emotional. Diaz is
all this time he was often indifferent to her. However, just this time, Diaz snapped at him
the tone of the voice rose by several octaves, making people outside the house watch them. Diaz moved away from Maria and headed for her room. In his room, he beat his own head. He cursed his pride why it had ripped the envelope. Deep down, he regretted failing to ask Maria out on a date to Puerto Rico alone.
alone; both mean.
Meanwhile, Maria whose tears began to come out held the letter and took it to her room. There, he immediately pulled out scissors and tape. Subjectly
carefully, he put together two tickets and certificates–proof of winning the contest-these
with tape. Although it was a waste of energy, he thought it might be possible that his actions could relieve Diaz's emotions. After being reunited, he
take him back to Diaz. But before that was done, Mbak Nenti who saw from afar the incident immediately prevented it.
“Do not, Ma'am,” said Mbak Nenti. “Mas Diaz, if you are angry again, do not be disturbed first. Wait an hour, or thirty minutes at the earliest. Mending Maak Maria eat first.”
“Oh so well, Ma'am,” sigh Maria. “Yes already, I eat first.” He slowly walked towards the dining room with tears coming down slowly to wet his cheeks.
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Martin was still laughing. Diaz grunting.
“Udah dong kawanya, nothing funny too.” said Diaz memelas, at once
resisting shame.
“That's funny, let alone the incident of time at the dinner table..” Martin chuckles really.
really satisfied. “That's disgusting. A love story that made my stomach mules.”
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Martin from a distance away and unbeknownst to his object, was spying
matai the two who really gave up her stomach. Wanted to vomit watching Diaz stand right behind Maria. His ignorant hands covered Mary's view, making Mary guess who did it. “Hey, who the hell is this? Bang Martin well?”
Well because usually the one who often pranks on him is Martin. Diaz's head inched towards Maria's head and she began to whisper something to her fiance, “This is me,”
Maria looked at me. “Diaz... Are you not angry with me anymore? Oyah, oya,
Diaz, it's the letter I've got tape on again. Maybe if masked again, can still be used time well?” Maria pointed at some of the files she had masked from behind.
Spontaneous Diaz hugged Mary tightly from behind; she was startled. “Ngak
dipake is okay, too. For me, it's more important the answer than the ticket.
Oya, I'm sorry also well for my rudeness earlier.”
Mary smiled at the sumringah. “You read my letter back then?”
“Iya,” says Diaz again. “Sorry, if I just read it now. I was so sad when you went to Miami. That's why I don't lust anymore
read it.”
“Nothing really,” Maria said. “Oya, you're still angry, if I call
Didi again?” Maria glanced mischievously at Diaz.
“Bby, really, Letty,” Diaz first call Maria by her small name.
“Eh, Didi, take off her cuddle dong. I want to eat, you know,” reply Maria.
Unasked twice, Diaz gave up her arms, and sat down next to Mary
exactly so. “Letty, how about I bribe you?”
“Neventless. I'm not a kid anymore,”
“You're small when the hell? You used to say that too.”
“D, Didi…. You are evil, deh...” Maria lashed while pinching Diaz's stomach.
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Martin. His mouth was almost torn. While Diaz can only frown and sour. Feeling upset, Diaz got into bed again; she pretended to be asleep.
“Yes gone, crashing again,” Martin said chuckling.
“Udah aged 25, still likes kayaking
small children time diceng-cengin.”
“Mending you out, I want to sleep.” Diaz said with eyes closed and second
hands placed over the head.
Martin was still chuckling. “Oh yeah, Diaz, I want it. Who the hell are you
likey? Maria or Serena? How can you fall in love for the second time, even though you have fallen in love with another girl.”
Diaz did not answer. The answer Martin saw from Diaz was just a red hue
on both cheeks. The real answer is in Diaz's mind. It is a dilemma and the same
confused with Martin. Despite frequent denials, Diaz is sure to love Maria, the Italian girl. But when Serena came and stayed for a few days at home, her heart trembled violently, a sign that she was infatuated. He was infatuated with the innocent attitude of Serena which was much different from the attitude of the centile Mary, who also tended to be outspoken and overconfident.
“Gue ingetin well, Yaz,” Martin warns with a smile. Laughter is already
starting abating. “You better focus on Maria. Because I see, your love's destiny is in
Maria, not Serena. Especially with the physical condition and environment of Serena. Do you remember the same thing that happened in Puerto Rico?”
