Why This Is My Story
Kiwi (1)
Oh, my God, I forgot to tell you about Ciko
The girl ran looking for Irma in every corridor, the black bag carried by her.
" Zia "From behind Irma's voice is heard.
" Tan, where's Zia's bag?"
Irma gave the black bag to him, Zia's face looked anxious, she hurriedly checked her phone. Surprised to see so many calls and messages coming in from Ciko was partially read.
" Tan this is really read anyway" said his slightly annoyed
" No on purpose, sorry "Reply feel guilty
Lick, getting angry
*Sorry I'm in the hospital again, my phone is with Aunt Irma, we had an accident"
Dring...dring...
" you're fine "ask her anxiously at the end of the phone.
" I'm good, but Ray hasn't been awake until now" she replied uneasily with Ray's condition.
Ciko nodded and apologized as yet unable to meet her, a job that continued to bet with time being an excuse not to meet her.
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The doctor tells Ray that he has noticed a curved smile on Zia's face. Hurry inside to meet Ray.
Degs...
Vino is already inside than any other. Zia helplessly stared at him, her eyes looking teary again, not without reason as if the past was now back again, the life she thought would be happy again even ended uncontrollably like this.
Vino pulls out his chair and invites Zia to sit next to Ray.
He flickered a few times while looking at the ceiling of the room, to cover his tears. Irma who saw his attitude became suspicious, thinking his supposed influences would be happy to see Ray siuman but why instead want to cry. He noticed that Zia did not look at the man a few times. But he will also do the same thing as Zia, who wants to know and look at a haughty, cold man like him.
Vino left the room without saying goodbye and just walked out.
Zia stared at the face of Ray's center who had just woken up from her fainting, her tiny hand clasping Ray's hand wrapped in an infusion needle. As anxious as Zia saw Ray so, her anger just went away. Lose with the worry that accompanies.
" I'm sorry yes, don't worry " said Zia a little whimpering feeling sorry
Ray smiled faintly, his lips looking dry due to the AC air in the room. A feeling of relief fell on him.
" Yes, om. Mama Sama papa has also told you all" she replied still a little limp.
Zia stared in surprise at Ray's reply,
*What a story
How I don't know
Why do they look familiar*
" Think you, I'll tell you that it's healthy" said Ray, laughing a little at Zia's confusion.
" What the hell is "his question curious, turning towards the old man and Ray.
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Debate arises without a solution, day by day disputes are unstoppable. Two heads clashed against each other's statement of not losing. The crying becomes the backsound of this long distance relationship.
Until finally, one of them chose to silence without a word because he was tired.
The slaughter began......
23:00 wib
The green pajama suit Zia wore tonight, a little restless and also tangent to Ciko's increasingly changing attitude. Today Zia had sent a message and contacted him but there was no answer at all from him, until late he waited for no reply.
The gentle night breeze, the sound of horn on the street was still clearly heard. He looked out, the desire to go let go of the tiredness appeared. But that can't happen, now his parents live together. There will be important business, but he does not know it. Just the pretext of "business affairs "has silenced Zia's speech when asking.
Ting....
New message coming in
" i'm working, don't need a phone" Ciko replied as if hoping there was no next reply.
" I was waiting for you, I missed. We call her back" her pinta was a little whining
" I work, I don't understand."
Zia kept silent not to reply to the message. He just sat by the window staring back into the street, the glittering lights were quite soothing to him. He tries to dismiss his suspicions on Ciko there.
Maybe not tomorrow...
