The Winged Angel

Chapters. 74

Season 2's..

Hi everyone. Starting this chapter I will use the third person point of view. So the story will be wider.

Happy reading,!!

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A few months later…

The dawn prayer has passed. The sun has gone up. But a girl was still sleeping on her stomach on her bed, even the sound of her snoring was still heard. The blanket was just lying on the floor, not knowing when the cloth fell. The clock on the wall shows 9 o'clock past.

The sound of the alarm set on her phone did not make the girl blink her eyes. 

Since graduating from school, Dea often woke up late. If his grandmother hadn't nagged him, he wouldn't have woken up. Like this morning, when everyone was busy with his routine he still slept well. 

" Siraaaa," 

The sound of shouting and knocking on the door sounded the manner of acting up with his subtle snoring. He just mumbled indistinctly, but did not open his eyes at all.

" Deaaaa, you son don't know yourself. It could be that this hour is still sleeping," 

Grandma looked angry - angry at the door while continuing to bang on the door of Dea's room.

" God…"

As the awakened did not come to an end, the old woman left the grandchild's room nagging along the way. 

" He hasn't woken up yet, huh,?" asked Sifa who was eating her breakfast at the dinner table.

Grandma did not answer, she grumbled while cleaning the dirty dishes.

Shortly after, Dea appeared in the kitchen. He walked lazily towards the dining table to pick up a glass and fill it with water. Just now he was about to raise a glass about to take a sip of water, suddenly Grandma snatched the glass from her hand.

" Drink tap water, your work is just lazy - lazy at home. You think this water is free" Granny grumbled.

Dea snorted in annoyance, he rolled his lazy eyeballs. While Sifa was silent - quietly moving from the dining table. 

"Morning - morning is angry,"sohut Dea.

He stomped his feet on the floor and passed to the bathroom. Dea slammed the bathroom door to vent her annoyance.

Actually he did not want to be like this, everything did not go according to his plan. Passing with the right value - pasan makes it difficult to get a job. And at the end of this cake began not selling, so he decided to stop selling. 

Despite all that, which made him lose his spirit in having to part with Dion. For two months they had not met. Dion, who was busy with his ospek time on campus, made the young man rarely contact his girlfriend.

As something was missing from Dea's life, he who used to meet Dion almost every day now had to be faced with a long distance relationship. He's still not used to it. All this time he was too dependent on Dion, so when Dion was not there Dea felt lost. Dion is everything to him. Like an angel who always knows what he wants and wants. Always helping and lightening her burden.

" Not to college, right,?" dea asked as she looked at Sifa who was still sitting casually on the guest sofa.

"Lunch, huh,?"sifa replied without taking her eyes off the phone.

"Hem,"

Dea positioned herself next to Sifa, as she daydreamed about what she would do after this. He was also bored at home. Moreover, must hear the nagging grandmother who is not broken - break it from morning until night.

"I'm getting bored, Fa," Dea complained.

"May find a job, let it not be at home," replied Sifa.

"Where else to go, then,? I've been in applications where - where, but no one called back,"

Sifa pocketed her phone and turned the body facing Dea.

"You're less really, really, how many applications have you made,?"

Dea pointed three fingers in front of Sifa's face. Seeing that Sifa shook her head slowly while hissing.

"New three Deas, you have complained and despair" said Sifa.

"It's not so, the job vacancies are many, but what makes the High School graduation is difficult to hear. Most of them ask for a minimum of D3" Dea said.

" Lah, you're S3, higher right," replied Sifa meledek. 

Dea grunted in annoyance. He glanced at his cousin.

"You're lucky to get a scholarship to college, your future is clear. There is nothing you need to worry about anymore" said Dea Lirih.

"While I'm in college, I won't be successful. You do not pessimize that dong, try again, we do not know how much effort will pay off, right" Sifa tried to give advice to Dea.

Dea let out a heavy breath, she leaned back with a look full of despair.

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Time continues to roll, Dea has wasted a lot of time in vain. There's nothing meaningful that he can do. Yesterday he started making cakes. Dea tried to raise her spirit that had drowned.

This afternoon while he was busy making doughnuts, the phone he had tucked in his apron shook. Dea reached into the object with his left hand. A smile framed on his face saw the name on the phone screen. Buru - Buru Dea shifted the green icon to answer the call.

" Hello,"so Dea.

"Hi, what's up, then,?"voice across there.

"Again donut dough, you,?"

"Morely think of you,"

"Ck, rubber. Why just call now," immediately Dea's tone turned cold and cranky.

"I'm busy, baby. Don't be mad at that dong,"

Dea stopped the movement of her hand kneading the dough. He looked straight ahead.

"What a busy thing, to send a message just not had time," Dea said.

There's no word across there. 

"Dion,"soon Dea gets angry.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" Dion replied.

"Oh yeah, I'm busy too. Call her later,"sahut Dea.

He hurriedly turned off the call and placed the phone roughly on the table. His eyes glistened, hearing Dion's voice made him powerless to resist longing.

Dea raised her head so that her tears would not spill. This long distance relationship really tormented him.

While in a different place, Dion stared at the darkened screen of his phone. He felt the same way, that is, longing.

" I'm sorry Dea, not only you, I'm tormented here, too" he murmured.

Deheman's voice made Dion flinch from his daydream.

" Why,?" ask a girl who just sat in front of him.

Dion smiled blandly, he shook his head weakly. The girl smiled back.

" Yes, go home, yuk" the girl stood up.

Dion nodded, he grabbed his bag and draped it on his back.

"But I want to stop by the post office, it's okay, right,?"ask Dion.

The girl seemed to think, then she nodded.

Returning to Dea, after receiving a call from Dion he did not continue his work. The sweet girl went to the room. In the room, she began to cry. Her eyes were fixed on the small frame above the nightstand that showed her and Dion's picture. Dea's hand grabbed the frame, looked at it for a moment then put it back down.

Dea began to sink into his mind. It can't if it continues like this. Bad thoughts began to haunt him. What if Dion had another girl there. 

"It looks like I'll be there" muttered Dea.

He picked up his cell phone and started looking for jobs in the city where Dion was.

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