The RoofTop Girl's
The Last Bullet's
The Last Bullet (Last Bullet)
Sonia
After parting ways with Audrey at the campus gate that afternoon, she decided to go straight home. But just wanting to open the front door, a flower depot courier approached his house.
"Excuse me, is this really Sonia's house?"
"Yes." Yeah." He was obviously surprised because he never felt ordered flowers.
"There's a flower package from Mr. Dimas." The courier reads the name on the piece of paper held.
A living rose plant that is developing, with flower petals graded between white and pink, is very beautiful.
"Please sign here." Speak to the courier while submitting a receipt note to be laced with a signature.
"Thank you." He nodded respectfully as the middle-aged man left.
Staring at the rose while shaking his head, the man really tried hard.
And sure enough, before long the phone rang, glimpsed Dimas's number calling. By sliding the green icon, the connection is connected.
"Have the flowers been received?" Dimas' voice was heard at the end of the phone.
"Next time I'll close it if I don't say hello first. " Obviously he was a jackass, the man was in the habit of never saying hello.
"Oh yes sorry, Assalamualaikum."
"Getishalight." Quickly answer.
"didn't he? arrived?"
"Yes, thank you, tomorrow-tomorrow don't bother like this."
"Absolutely no hassle, pretty no?"
"Pretty."
"You likey?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"So my sister whispered something to him, she meant to the flower, did she tell you?"
"Not yet, he didn't say anything."
"Just ask later, maybe he's tired, the journey from the depot is quite far."
"Oh yeah, I'll ask." He shook his head in disbelief, a stern-faced police officer like Brother Dimas could be sweet by talking as if a plant was a person who could convey something, ridiculous at all.
Silence, no more noise, he just quietly did not feel good to disconnect first, just listen to brother Dimas who was talking something to his coworkers, not so clear, not so clear, maybe his phone was kept away from the sound source.
"Yes, brother hang up, please take good care of Malika."
"Malica??"
"She's Malika, who I treat like a child myself." Obviously the sound of Brother Dimas quivering, probably holding back the laughter.
Oh my God, that's advertising one brand of soy sauce, can-can.
"We named her Malika, how?"
"Whatever." He said while smiling.
"Cock whatever? there must be agreement from both sides, father and mother."
"What do you mean?"
"Yes, Malika's father and foster mother."
"All right." Said later.
"Good girl, sister close yes again no duty. Assalamualaikum."
"Getishalight."
He sighed softly while putting Malika, rose ups that means to the corner of the terrace, hidden from the reach of amak and Agil but still get nutrition from sunlight.
Smiling himself he looked at the flower, I don't know, because his love for flowers or the sweet treatment of Dimas that made him smile, was still ambiguous. Perhaps the presence of the rose slightly shifted the way he looked at the police, that the police were not entirely arbitrary and arrogant.
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Dimpled
He predicted that if the flower must have reached Sonia's hands by now, then he grabbed a cell phone and pressed the contact name 'Father of Heaven', what?? An angel of heaven, he chuckles to himself with his insanity of storing Sonia's mobile number with that word.
"Have the flowers been received?" He said to the point when the call was connected, but what he got was not a sweet voice, but the firm voice of a woman who satirized him because he did not say hello first, making him have to massage the base of the nose, but the voice of a woman who satirized him, embarrassed.
The call was interrupted because Alan asked him to talk.
"Bang, the BHP report on the case that I didn't raise yesterday, but it's over."
"Why?"
"Not signed yet, keep the file on the table."
He grabbed the map stacked on his desk with his right hand, while his left hand was still holding the phone, opening it at a glance.
"Immediately leave the prisoner in LAPAS, if the case has gone up." He said to Alan.
"Ehh, Acc Mr. Kapolsek first." Further.
"Ready bang." Alan nodded.
He switched back to the phone call.
"Yes, brother hang up, please take good care of Malika." I don't know if he suddenly remembered a word from a television commercial, making him want to laugh at himself. Can he imagine what kind of innocent face Sonia was at that time.
But instead of resisting, the girl just said her every suggestion and word, ah Sonia how not I love you like this, anyone help me, I'm falling in love, deep...
He fell in love with a special girl, who thought that love outside marriage was taboo and forbidden. Truly a rare species that steadfastly holds the principle in the temptations-filled era like today.
While he himself has somehow dated since declaring himself a widower, although of course he always failed to go up to the guarantee. If this is the case, it feels like he quickly dragged Sonia in front of pak pengulu, hahaaaa.
Two bullets are used, if the girl still hangs it too. Inevitably, he will use the ultimate weapon later, the last bullet and shoot on the spot.
The word full of stars
Glittering the sky
Where I hang up my sweet dreams
And swim the ocean of stars
Shining silvery moon
To find where you are...
If you talk about dream, wish, if I were, it will never end, but if the dream is about you, then it is worth fighting to be real.
To be continue...
Happy reading yaa
