the illusion of love?
Gopro
Raz is going pro right?" ask the guy I'm holding on the red byson right now. It seems like everyone likes to go pro from the duck motor community to the community moge kids use it. Well capture every moment of the journey, why not?
But not with the guy I'm with right now he's more happy with the tongsis, it's probably more than just alay, but that's the fact, he's a hobby with something extreme.
"Yes it goes pro, but there is something better than that" he replied. I answered enthusiastically "Oya! What'sthat?"
"There's more to it." Said
I'm getting curious "Yes what's her name?" I am starting to get impatient again.
"The name is blog" he said.
"Blogs?" repeatedly I thought, it feels like this time I heard that foreign phrase.
"Yes Zea, if it's called go pro. Well, if it's called goooooooo" the sound extends.
"Go donk's blog." Upset at feeling stupid, but I couldn't help but giggle in my stomach. Name's Faraz. Being around him made me not want to think about anything else.
Today Faraz and I took a vacation together to Bandung. I met a client who would buy one of the properties I sold.
Arriving at home I saw a grown man holding a small child in the front porch room. Understandably my cost is a little complicated. Adam could not enter at all even if it was a brother. Only two long sofas and one table in front. But it's better than squatting on the side of the road.
Faraz and I said hello. "Assalamu a'laikum." an adult man who turned his back on us turned around. "Walaikumsalam." I'm surprised not to play, my heart beats very fast, it seems like my legs are no longer able to support the body. What a surprise is this God.
"You?" I said spontaneously, Faraz smiled and shook his hand. The little boy called – calling my name, he stretched out his hands. "A ea endong." he whined, I could only shut up and enter without a word, I put my bag on the shelf. Ting Tong ringing my hp.
Zea, come out and buy some milk: Faraz
The message made me laugh, expelling a thousand questions that were spread in my otaku. Faraz can always make my heart better. Alhamdulillahot.
I slipped my eyeballs behind the window curtain. Faraz was holding the little boy. He really likes kids. But if Faraz finds out about my relationship with that guy. Maybe the kid's been chopped by him now.
I ventured forward to approach him. I wanted to throw her face with the warm tea I was carrying right now. But Mama never taught me that frivolous, even when it comes to dealing with people we hate. "I carried Marsya for a while, to the yard." Faraz opened the chat, I nodded.
It was obvious this man wanted to tell me something. "How are you doing, Ze.?" "Well." This one month I never reply, so I'm here" "I'm busy." I answered while playing the phone, I don't dare to look at his face. That face was filled with yearning the same as the longing I had been harboring until now. I was afraid the more I looked at him my old wounds were scratched back.
"Ze forgive me." "Lifting you home, I want to rest" I said keukeh looking at the phone, although there was no notification there.
Faraz looked at me from a distance and he understood the look on the face I was putting on right now.
"Well tomorrow I'll be here again." "Greetings from mom." Further.
"Getishalam."
The hero approaches Faraz and retrieves Marsya from his carrier. "Please, I'll try to talk to Zea." The hero just smiled, maybe he had full hopes on Faraz.
"Zea why are you.?" Faraz asked me, seeing my sour face never subsiding. I just shook my head, Faraz rubbed my hair, resting my head on his shoulder. Does not feel the froth of tears falling on the eye pelupuk.
"Faraz I'm scared." "Fear why?" I have no power to hold back my tears. I spilled it all in this warm crib. Our relationship was about to step on one year, just wanted to start a dream from scratch but Wira appeared again in my life.
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The alarm on the nightstand rang, I let it ring as I pleased, it has been two days since I prayed dawn. Maybe my insom effects are starting to recur. I have to fix it later tonight. I don't want to have to stock up on sleeping pills anymore. That's depressing.
My phone vibrated "Walaikumsalam Ya Ma, why?." Mama seems annoyed "You just woke up? what time it must have been last night you stayed up again!" I breathe through my mouth. Mama sometimes like shamans always know what I'm doing.
"Hemmm" "This way you will continue to return to the aunt's house." My eyes widened. "Don't Ma I don't want to, Mama knows what it's like to sleep in your house, there just sit here long ago - long can die me." I replied pleading.
"Yaudah, so it's horrifying Mama don't stay up again, another drink a lot." I just want to answer Mama continued her sentence. "Try drinking first mama wants to cry!" OMG!
"Yes Ma, Zea's gonna have a drink." I answered under a thick blanket that wrapped all my body. Mama keukeh's. "No want to ! you had a drink before mama turned off the phone."
I got out of bed lazily and took a glass of water. I purposely hardened my gulps to keep Mama quiet.
"It."
"Yaudah, Mama hang up the phone you're not late for the office. Assalamu alaikum." "Getishalam."
That's my Mama. Sometimes too over, a thousand times a thousand times the phone also he said the same sentence. "Don't forget to drink that much." That's because I had to go to the hospital in SD and spend 17 infusions in 3 days. I don't know if I don't like that water. I prefer water – water that is colored and has a taste.
It's mending. There used to be viral news on TV about people dying from eating kale. Mama called me that day and strictly prohibited eating my favorite vegetables. Until now I still obey him.
Mama was so busy watching me and the other child until she forgot her weight was not ideal anymore. Yes my mom is round. Very round with minimal height. Compared to the tall and thin Father. I repeatedly told Mama to exercise but my words were not heard.
I dongakan head turned out to have been at 08:00 WIB, just deserved Mama angry – angry. I walked out of the room picking up a towel on the cantolan and walked towards the bathroom. Before I bathed Arni's door but it was quiet, as well as Ida's room, maybe the two humans had left for work this morning. Ah never mind
**
"Good morning Zea." said Evi, one of my office mates.
"Morning is also Tan." Aunty is my nickname for him.
"Well, seeing Zea again must be a long time, it should be in the new year" he continued.
I just smiled, I was not kidding in the morning.
Aunt Evi is a super duper mom, always following the trend and frenzy. He is a senior who always bully new children or old children who look weak and silent in his eyes.
For example, I was always a bully'an material by him. "Friends of friends today Zea fresh you know, his head is not rich maniqueen." Aunt Evi was still roaring in her chair with her roaring laughter. Makes my eardrum swell.
I know he's not that cruel. Maybe it can be said only part of the joke, but why am I always the one who is made a mockery - teasing.
Someone patted me on the shoulder and turned his head. "Sweet yeast." This is Vino high and sweet, we used to be close for a long time to undergo a relationship. Whether you call it a girlfriend relationship or not. Because there are no ties, just play baper - baperan. We often talk about big and small things. And it made us feel like we were involved in a relationship that people used to call friendzone.
"Morning too." I said, slightly tilting the corner of my lips.
"Ciye mister, morning - morning gombalin Zea" chirped aunt Evi. At the end there.
I still have a computer in front of me. Check how many properties I managed to sell this year. Suddenly someone came in front of me.
"For Zea." looking at that face, my laughter reflexively boomed annoying the other employees. "Keep on!," said Eitin who was now sitting next to me with a stale face.
"Why is your face?" I asked while holding back my laughter. "The eyeliner I used expired. So it's swollen like this, I don't know if mom's cooking last night was smelled. As a result my lips are sexy and hot so monyong" he said while holding the glass flagship.
There was a surprise in the morning. A little entertainment for my mood that is not good because of the arrival of the Hero yesterday.
