WHEN I FELL IN LOVE
Chapter 2
Something interrupted my bedtime, when someone with a professional murder-for-hire motivation knocked on my bedroom door, yelling, "Bang!" Time and time again.
The first thing I did when I woke up to the noise of the call and the knock was to stare at the wall clock which was still showing at four o'clock past eleven in the morning. I had thought about ignoring the bastard who was trying to ruin my break, and pulled up to my blanket chin that was patterned with flowers that smelled uuuhhhh ... it's like there's a dead mammal in it (hit my collarbone with iron, if you hold it in my blanket for more than thirty minutes).
"Bang!"
Calls from the front door are still ongoing (along with three beats each time the word "Bang!" uttered). Oh, yeah .. That guy's real nista! And me, give up. I got out of my bed, walked to the door, then I opened my door, and I saw a woman who had broken my break just now standing at the door, she looked at me, and a triumphant smile rose on his lips. That woman is none other than my sister, Fitri.
"Why Fit? Is anyone dead?" ask him. Cynical.
"Hahaha. Wake up with death, arrogant!" reply, then laugh.
"Continue .. why?"
"Pinjem HP dong, Bang? Numpang tethering," he answered. She tenaciously gave her best smile to make her look adorable.
"Take it yourself!" reply, ketus. Then I walked back to my bed, while Fitri stepped into my room, then walked to the table under the window, where I placed my phone.
When I got on the bed, I put my body back down, I dropped my head on the pillow, then I pulled my blanket up to my chin. Then I glanced at Fitri, I saw that he had taken my phone and was walking out of the room.
Arriving at Fitri's doorstep, "Bang?" call him.
I saw him, without speaking. What else does he want?
"That's a corpse-smelling blanket. Napa's washing?" he said, then closed the door, and then he laughed outside my room, and the phrase *** reached the end of my tongue.
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"Darling you died young. Had God given you more time, perhaps more works would have been passed down to our generation. So we can be super cool, like you!" I said, looking at the poster.
My room is not big and luxurious, just a room of 3x4 meters whose walls and ceiling are painted in white. There was a single-size spring bed that I placed in the corner of the room. Not to forget, I put a natural wooden table under the window, and there is also a two-door wardrobe in the corner of the room— facing the door. Then ...
"Bang!"
Is this some kind of dejavu? I thought, when I heard Fitri's voice and the knock on my bedroom door just like I heard at dawn. But this time, Fitri opened the door from the outside. I remember the last Fitri shut the door, and I didn't lock it. Shortly after the door opened, Fitri's head protruded into the room and said, "Nih Bang, his HP," he said, while handing me my phone that he borrowed earlier this morning (the thing that made me realize that this is not dejavu).
I approached Fitri, then grabbed the phone she returned.
"Thank you, Bang?" fitri said, after I picked up the phone he returned.
"Yes ...."
"Bang, said I already had the same shower breakfast. Brother to the store Source Cake, buy five kilos of flour. "
"Cake Sources?"
"Yes, Source Cake shop. Large stores in the Yellow Bamboo market" Fitri explained.
"Yes, you know. My brother used to go to that shop, " I said. "Yes, you'll be there."
Actually Fitri does not need to explain where the location of the store Source Cake to me. First, it was the subscription store where my mother was shopping for the ingredients, and I was the one who always drove my mother shopping. Then the second reason, Sumber Cake store is the largest cake shop in my city. Any salesman who sells baking products like me, must know the store. Then the third reason, in that shop, I met my heart, Nurlela.
Speaking of Fitri. My sister actually has a beautiful face, a legacy from my mother. His eyes are large, with long, pliable eyelashes. His skin is pure white, nose pointed, thin lips, face shape tapered, slim body, long black hair wavy, and has a height, 161 Cm. But dear, the grace of God given to him, he was wasted with his deviant behavior. His fondness for horror stories and movies, it turns out to have an impact on his behavior, mindset, and taste. For example: Fitri always wears rose-flavored perfume, or if he is bored, Fitri replaces it with the scent of jasmine flowers. Fitri is also a hobby of collecting objects related to the occult, even several times I caught him contaminating the petals of jasmine flowers in his room. I don't know why my sister looks like a member of the devil worship secret sect.
