The Love of Mr. Gala
The Other Side of Marisha
“Iya yes? Where are the clothes?” marisha. He himself was also confused, the clothes that Bima wore when they were involved in the accident this morning, now no longer exist.
Bima is only wearing shirts and pants like office people, but the Bima wear now just change plain t-shirts without pictures or writing. So, where was the shirt that Bima was wearing before? Wasn't he just passed out, why change all the clothes?
“What might be removed same nurse times huh? But make what?” mumbling again.
“What are you talking about? Not clear,” said Bima, because seeing Marisha continues to mumble herself.
Marisha seemed to be thinking. However, in a second later his gaze pointed sharply at Bima. “Lo want to try my attention huh?” hatchlings.
“Hah?”
“Udah. No need to hah-heh-hoh hah-heh-hoh. Now you have a debt of 15 million compensation yes the same me. Since you lost your memory and do not know the name let alone the home address, I will be kind enough to stay here, how?” marisha knot, make an offer.
“Living in your home? Inhere? Both?” ask Bima.
“Ya .. how else. Do you want to live on the streets that don't know anyone?” timpal Marisha's.
Bima shook her head. Marisha again convinced Bima to stay temporarily in her home during her recovery. After all, wasn't that the man who held Marisha accountable?
Without thinking anymore, Bima agreed with the offer that Marisha gave.
“But I also do not know you,” said Bima.
“Ya .. that's different. You have the same indemnity debt I, I'm responsible for the same care you. We both have a mutually beneficial relationship,” explained Marisha.
“Whose name are you? Do I have to keep calling you petite?” bima asked, because since a few hours ago they met, Marisha has not introduced her name to the man.
“Hardly if you call. Marishas. My name is Marisha. You can call Marisha or Risha, whatever,”, just introduced yourself.
Bima only answered briefly, nodding his head a few times.
The deal's been made. The discussion is also finished, but there is still something that makes Bima confused. Regarding sleep, where will he sleep during his stay at Marisha's house?
The bedroom has only one. It's impossible if they sleep together, isn't it? It's also impossible if Marisha has to sleep on the couch. So, the only answer to Bima's confusion is that he himself has to sleep on the sofa.
“What? I slept on the sofa?” repeat Bima, can't believe it.
Although memory loss, but everything that happened today makes Bima feel strange like something is wrong. First, Bima had to walk even though he never walked that far. Living in a small house with a girl and now, he just has to sleep on the couch? His feeling said, if all those things never even once Bima do.
“Where do you want to sleep? In my room? It's delicious lo. Watch out if you dare to macem-macem. Nih.” Marisha showed her fists to Bima.
Bima was breathing rough. He could not believe that a little girl like Marisha would dare to threaten him. Bima also did not believe, he was just silent when threatened by the girl.
(Shelves-brak)
The sound of the door buzzing, made the two of them shocked. I don't know who came in with anger, Marisha doesn't know yet.
“Risha. Out lo,” shouted someone.
“Side?” lirih Marisha, instantly recognized that person's voice.
(Shelves-brak)
“Risha. I know you're inside. Out, no?!”
Marisha was tired. He just wanted to rest and take advantage of his sudden holiday, by sleeping as much as possible. Without any disturbance. Without any problem.
However, if he continues to be inside, maybe Sisi will do reckless on some flower pots that are outside.
When she was forced, Marisha decided to leave. However, before that he had to ask Bima to hide first. Because someone who screams in front of there, could have barged into the house to find something he was looking for.
“Ngapain you're here? Want to make another storm?” Marisha asked sarcastically.
“Gue has asked you to make awayin Putra, why do you still meet him, huh?”
“That problem again? There is no other problem than the Son, Son, Son and Son. Is it not possible to keep chasing him?”
“Come, Si. Lo it's beautiful. You can get more than the Son. Sorry yes, I say kayak gini does not mean I want to be the same guy so ask you to stay away.”
“Basi tau no alesan lo. You always say you don't like him, but every day always chat.”
“Side. I'm with that son is a job. Yes it is impossible that I do not talk to him, even if only for customer address, I certainly invite him to chat,” explained Marisha.
“Hello. The employee at the cafe is just two doang what? Kan lo can be the same as other employees,” reply Sisi.
“Udah, Si. I'm tired of arguing with you just because of the Son. He it's just me sgep temen, no more,” explained Marisha again.
“Basi.”
The side left after leaving a memento on Marisha's beloved flower pot. The flower, planted by his mother Marisha, is now damaged by Sisi's kick.
Sisi is one of Marisha's friends. They both came from the village, pitting fate to Jakarta in hopes of having a better life. If they don't move to the city, they're probably married by now.
At the age of 20 years, if living in the village must have had one child. Marisha did not want her freedom until she was 20 years old. Marisha wants to make a lot of money. His two younger siblings still need a lot of school fees. That was also his reason for leaving.
Because if she is married, Marisha will not be able to finance her sisters' school. His mother was just a tailor whose income was erratic, while his father had long since died.
“Why silence? Wasn't that still the spirit of my love a fist?” bima said, suddenly standing next to the girl.
“Lo want me to mukulin Sisi?” guess Marisha.
“Why not?” balas Bima's.
“Lo crazy huh? Really, when do I want to hit him? I'm not that bad. I learned martial arts also not for violence.” Marisha.
Marisha can indeed defend herself. He deliberately studied martial arts, just in case during his life in the city. Hearing that, Bima shock is not playing. “Ka-you ... You can martial arts?” tanyakanya.
“Iya. Wh why? Want to try?”
