Twin

Lockers

Finished chatting and hiding the ring, Jihan fell silent, astonished at the Diandra's telling of the timeline next to her.

"Nay??"

"Ah I must miss from lo. Okay if we want to." Nay has closed the reading book. He put it in the bag. "Gue go."

"Lo what the hell is that talking? Where is your employer?"

Nay is standing. He put the bag on his body. Without a word, he turned around.

"Nih jeans like a half-sister. Drama continues his hobby. How strange. It's really musical."

The commentaries did not look at either.

Nay kept away from the park. Noticed, he turned up the hallway. The support pole he passed was plastered with a signboard.

The direct board is the mosque-direction.

"Ehh.. Ja. The mosque is empty at this hour."

After a dozen minutes passed, Jihan was already shoveling again in the mosque's emperor. Around there are only three people, they are eating a strofoam meal, maybe batagor, chicken noodles, pokonya food.

Jihan hung her bag over her shoulder and immediately said goodbye to Diandra who was still a book spell.

"The polar. I still have math class."

"Yes." Yeah."

A rekh!

Tuesday went on normally.

Home from college, Jihan Ashar at home and go to the minimarket near the gate of Lam Alif. He wants to cook but lacks ingredients, then buy instant seasoning. He also bought cigarettes because Father nitip groceries on him.

On the balcony of the attic Jihan enjoyed her cooking.

While waiting for Maghrib, Jihan fell asleep. Mamah who just came home from work woke him because the child was sound.

After praying, Jihan ate Mamah's doughnuts and chili with five red sheets near the food box, the lunch was a week. Yes, Jihan called Diandra.

The next hour Jihan slept until dawn.

There are no dreams that Jihan has.

"Gue is dreaming of marriage with Heo Kin" Diandra's story said Wednesday morning at the campus gate. "Just look at it, the guest is. elo doang."

"Good indeed. Our nutmeg is normal. Her name is also a sleeping flower, Yan. But what about you?"

"Favorite maybe. Amen, Han."

Jihan stopped walking, followed by Diandra. They read the phone screen that Jihan was holding, displaying the news of the job vacancy. NTB, Sumatra, Bali, Pupua, Sulsel, it's all the working information and address.

"What are you doing so much, this?" jihan asked, fingers still continuing to roll the screen.

"Scroll keep trying. There's gotta be."

"There is no njir. It's all a long way away, still a locker off-island. I'm not looking for a region, but this town locker is Yan."

"severe. Si Nay must have been eavesdropping on that phone. He's not responsible. Nay plis, yes.. Can't believe this anymore."

"What's he saying, Yan?"

"He didn't answer. Oh no, I'm WA."

"Oh yes. Thanks to Nanay."

"Since when did he dare to be this ignorant?"

"Maybe he wants. I'm all the way from lo. I don't want his master to tell."

"duh.. Pimply. Dizziness is also your referee. I have to go to class, Han. Yea?"

"OKAY. I'm first. See you in the park.."

Jihan left Diandra while keeping the phone in her suit pocket.

"Yes. Hhh.." limp Diandra. "You know what Nay is..? He can't take it anymore with Riko. That's why I care about him."

Ja. Excuse me..

Late in the afternoon, outside the office of a factory, dozens of people in black-and-white clothes sat down. Jihan came out and finished the interview, the security guard who opened the office door called the other applicants.

Jihan left the place to the factory gate.

At the gate, Jihan is waiting for ojol. He's coming up soon. While some suitors are still hanging out, coffeeing at the barn near the fence, maybe they are waiting for their friend.

On the way home Jihan chatted with Mamah.

"Why not work at Mom's?"

"There is for cashier or SPG. Mamah also has subordinates who are also the same age. When Ms. Yuli went to the supervisor, Mamah replaced Mr. Ruslan as manager. Rainbow rivals Ramayana and Sun at Citymall. Won't you?"

"Ntar-lah Mah. Citymall makes a temporary shop."

"Expensive child. Where have you been, honey?"

"What area is this?"

"Cikampek, Neng."

"Still far away Mah. If Hani is accepted for work, can I ask khan Mah?"

"That was the same father. It may be possible, but we're still worried about Hani."

"Your friend Mr Khan likes to go on holiday together, why hasn't Hani had any adek?"

"Take enough of you both."

"Yes. Children do not interfere. Be present."

"Too through the pizza shop, Mamah nitip package B. Already before. Mama would like to tell you."

"OKAY. Mah. Package B is recorded."

College while working desires Jihan since long time. Graduating High School, Jihan has applied here and there. Mr. then open savings, give him an online trading investment aka olshop. But then, you take care of those balances. Some of Jihan's already been spending the telescope.

Within a year, while unemployed, Jihan is acquainted with Riko in a new department store building, where they propose. Riko passed the interview and the written test. Jihan has to bite her finger, another windfall.

Unable to work, Jihan participated in the selection of FMIPA city. He hopes that with his college materials will be able to uncover the mystery of UFOs. Sighing on the day of the announcement, Jihan entered the selection.

Riko, who has become a department store employee, meets her former boss who fired her, Lingling at the visitation house.

Because it's the responsibility of love, Mamah's story about the Long Hand, Jihan ignored.

Until in the end, Jihan's pangs became love quarrels. Riko does not want to admit what he did in Raibow, a sense of prestige covers it. Jihan is starting to march.

Jihan was once introduced to the girlfriend's family, to Hadi sir and Yanti's mother. The second time to the girlfriend's house is on a day of mourning, Jihan who still keeps the affection, crying over Riko's body.

After Riko's death, lecture hours and work time are no longer considered. His longing turned bitter. The salary slips that used to be chased, the campus uniform that used to be coveted, could not evaporate Jihan's deepest longing for the young man.

Tops, lecturers, coworkers, college friends, and house people upset Jihan. Everywhere, Jihan asked for this. Depression also occurs.

Bukh!

Diandra struck the eel and immediately grabbed the knife that had fallen from Jihan's hand. "What's wrong, you know?"

"Hiks. hyks.. Huohoo.."

"Any modar's on the train, just for touching a mosquito racket? Byeah. Back to the room. There, you sleep. Tomorrow crawling in the kitchen again.I report the same ortu lo, there was an attempted suicide in my house."

Riko's shadow never goes away on Jihan's head.

The letter PHK was printed on behalf of Giziania.

Diandra resigns to focus on the psychic, or mental Jihan.

Personnel Dinner Shoot regretted that, because Diandra waitress like Monalisa, her face attracted many visitors old and young, in other words her smile was. Jihan managed to educate him until he almost became a competitor.

Dinner Shoot had to lose two of their women.

So Diandra used to be sadistic huh? The problem is, if it's about life, maybe the pole is so.

Or is that the figure of Nay in Diandra? Nay not so long ago Jihan knew. For Jihan, this one jeans are still classified as chatty, judes, not yet as level as Nina who seems to be fighting.

That was indeed the attitude of Diandra, and they were in times not yet stung.

Why doesn't Jihan just take the SosCamp Boarding job? There are many rivals.

Want to grow on your own or find new acquaintances? At eight o'clock in the night, Jihan's prank opened Whois? via glass closet. She read profiles Medium, Latitude, Lemontea, while Giga she skipped. So tend to the second point.

Moga aja activities in finding work there are interested acquaintances, as had happened a few years ago.

Thursday morning Jihan continued to search, in and out of the office or drop letters of application to the security guard at the place she visited.

During the day, Jihan just came to the campus. He took his college hours at dhuhur.

And in the usual place, the campus garden, after prayer, while waiting for class hours to arrive..

No jobs, all immediately brushed the same kids

"Well, think. Okay thanks, Mon. Don't forget to let you know if there's an update Boarding."

Who is solo or party-an (borongan), mending waiting directly here Han. Other kids love to talk. There are eighty-nine people here, again stand by

"Hadeehs. Headquarters what a rival spot anyway. Yes, Mon. Thanks aye.."

Ready