The Match is Not the Wrong Address

Self-impaired

"Emm .. duh the teteh did not say where to go," replied the mothers scratching their heads.

Arjuna was disappointed. His head lowered deeply, then turned back to step back to the porch of the house.

"But that, as I remember it was from Yogja. Maybe they went back there" exclaimed the woman stopping Arjuna's steps.

"Yogja? Which side, Buk?" timpal Arjuna ran over to him.

"He, sorry at all. I don't understand tea either. Punten," said the mother and then waltzed away.

Arjuna was silent for a moment, he returned home with his favorite motorcycle. His mind was empty, no longer knowing what to do. His spirit of life had dimmed along with Meysa's departure.

Arjuna stopped at a park. Remembering the good times with your beloved. Every weekend they were on holiday together, spending time together.

Sitting pensively, remembering the story behind the beautiful moments created over the past 5 years. In his heart he shouted, "What's my fault?"

Arjuna was alone in the crowd. More and more seeing the shadows Meysa. The more his chest tightens. The man immediately moved on and decided to leave.

Stay at home, up to a few days do not come out of the room. The dense smoke from cigarette butts accompanied his days on the balcony.

His father has a job out of town. He is free to do anything at home. Good thing is just a cigarette for the impingement, because Arjuna can not drink alcohol in the slightest.

When his teammates came to Arjuna's house. The man had been absent for several days, because his mood was getting worse.

"Den, there's a guest!" The sound of knocking on the door was joined by the sound of aunty disperse her daydream.

"Say I'm not home, Bi," cried Arjuna blankly.

Then came a more arrogant knock than before. Almost broke down that door.

"Heh Junaidi, if you don't come out I break down the door!" timpal Dika.

"June, woy! Out!" yelled Dika again.

Already put up a swing, take a few steps back, then run as hard as possible to break the door. In his heart he also counted. And on the count of three, Dika slammed his body hard on the door.

"BRUGH!"

Dika fell on the floor because Arjuna had opened the door just as Dika was about to barge in.

"Aduuuhh! Fucking lo! Speaking of dong if the door is open," grumbled Dika grimacing in pain touching his back that hit the floor first.

"What a soft thing to be a man!" sahut Arjuna was cold no matter his friend fell on the floor. He just passed by the balcony.

"Woi! Help me cake, play go. Because of you!" namel Dika reached out her hand.

But still not covered. As a result, with the remnants of the power of the white man stood up and staggered after Arjuna.

"Gapain come here?" spray Arjuna without further ado.

"Why did you miss a few days? You think that's your ancestors' hospital, what?" Dika ruffled his waist, with both eyeballs fiercely swerving.

Arjuna glimpsed, "It's none of your business!" arjuna ketus.

"Basic rock!" dika Aspirat.

Dika then took out a long envelope with the letterhead of the Healthy Light Hospital, where he devoted himself.

"Maan of this?" ask Arjuna lazily.

"Open it yourself," said Dika no less lazy.

Arjuna took the envelope and opened it.

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