You, Or Him

Episode 26's

Dimas glanced at this figure of the woman next to him. His head leaned back and his eyes looked as if they were staring out the car window. In this position, women are usually angry. But Dimas sense that does not apply to Zia.

Zia who was too tired to grumble because again the traffic jam could not be avoided, chose to close her eyes and go to dreamland. Let Dimas himself who will certainly be sto deal with the congestion that has become the hallmark of the capital.

“Zi, wake up hey. Indeed, you want to meet the same dosbing in a state of lemes exactly like tempe mendoan during the day?”

Zia is not flinching.

“Zia, I don't know where he's meeting. Wake up dong, tell me this,” said Dimas again who was not ignored by Zia.

Dimas sighed while smiling. His feet pressed the brake pedal slowly. Again the car just walked a little and again had to stop. Dimas stared out the window of his car. Traffic jams at lunchtime like this cannot be avoided. And the absolute result is that they are stuck stuck in a state of stomach still not filled.

Dimas runs his car. And yes they have reached the end point of the traffic jam. The road to the Zia campus was a little quiet this afternoon. The whole road user can neutralize the speed of his vehicle.

Dimas glanced at Zia. “Zia, you drool!” suppose that Dimas was yelling because it is true he said in a slightly high tone.

The corners of the lips were raised up. The trick managed to make Zia wake up immediately and he hurriedly looked for the mirror inside his bag.

Zia noticed the reflection of her face on the mirror she was holding. “Mana does not exist,” said Zia next.

“What?”

“Ilernya,”

“Ada.”

“Nothing. Look,” Zia changed her sitting position so that Dimas could see her face.

Dimas glanced at a glance. “Yes already does not exist. Very similar lust doang,” said Dimas casually.

Zia glared then hit Dimas' shoulder in annoyance. Zia again changed her sitting position like the beginning. “Ngeselin. Basic guy.” grumbled Zia slowly.

Dimas chuckles. “Basic girls. If you talk about waking up immediately. Why really drool, embarrassed?”

Zia glanced at Dimas who was deflecting his steering wheel slightly when he saw a middle-aged woman crossing the street without looking at the left right first. Zia still did not understand about the bad habits that have been ingrained for each of these mothers. Sein lamp left but turn right, is one of the absolute examples.

“Ya shame, how the hell.” said Zia sekhenya.

“Then why?”

Zia leaning. “The girl is ribet. Nothing should approach perfection. It was like perfect all the time. So it does not feel cool if suddenly kegep again drool.” explained Zia at length.

“Start. There is no perfect human being. For example, you are beautiful, white, the son of a rich man, define perfection in the eyes of a layman. But you certainly have shortcomings from the other side, not pinter for example.” Dimas paused his speech. Look at the road before turning the car. “You are not yet an adult name if all you still measure with physical priority.” continued Dimas after successfully parking his car.

Zia opened the seatbelt. “Neither physical as well,”

“Should look beautiful, her appearance should be almost perfect. If it is not physical, then what do you think the definition of physical ngutamain is?”

Zia poked her lips. Open the door and slam a little hard. Leaving Dimas staring at him confused. A few seconds later Dimas smiled as he leaned his head against the chair.

One..

Two..

Ti's..

The sound of the car door opening now stops the activity of counting Dimas in the heart. There was Zia there, not forgetting her flat face.

“Cockback?” tanya Dimas pretended not to know.

“My laptop is not?” Dimas shook his head making Zia hold her breath. “I'm serious, Brother.”

“I really don't see, Zia. I don't see you brought the laptop when I got in my car,”

“There. I brought it. I put it here earlier,” said Zia while pointing at the back seat.

“I mean I don't see. I'm going in, laper.” Dimas opened the door the car was intending to get out. But his intention was not because he saw Zia's eyes glazed over.

“How will my laptop go? It is not funny if for example left behind in the office,” said Zia with a red face holding back tears.

***

Nafisya : Di, he said he wanted to hack. Sok.

Audila: In a really good group?

Nafisya: Yeah rather than you just tell me. First of all, Daniel would also want an update on Zia. The second is if we tell the story of diem-diem that we have sin, ogeb.

Audila: Uh yeah. Pinter is lo, too,

Daniel : Newbie has to say hello!

Audila: Bodo, don't care. I want hot news, right.

Nafisya : Yes, hunt.

Daniel (2)

Audila: Zia goes to college with Bigbos. Where to go back again until the office hours. Where are the two of you?

Nafisya : Seriously?

Daniel : What are the tips, Di?

Audila : Bodo very, Daniel. Lo why already? I'm confused where they really are. Fyi, Zia's car is still in the office parking lot. That means they're one car.

Nafisya: And ga back until the office hours are over? Omaigat, is that a gercep, Dimas?

Daniel : Zia is the same boss. Sit together holding hands, looking at and counting the stars in the sky, recounting all the memories, or telling each other the journey of life. The point is, those who are happy why do you on the complicated think? It is very lo jomblo. Di, I'm dating here.

Audila: The sentence at the end made me nauseous, Dan;/

Daniel : Does our son make you difficult, dear**?

Audila : Amused, Daniel.

Nafisya: Bodo is very much the same as your love problem. The thing is, I'm curious again they do until they return the office. Horrified Zia in what-apain me.

Fauzia: I'm here, babe

Nafisya: Where are you?

Daniel (2)

Audilla (3)

Fauzia: At home dong already this hour anyways. Question lo ga mutu :p

Audila: How does it feel to be mentored on the boss desk, deck?

Fauzia: Hm, not bad.

Nafisya : Seriously, Fauzia Sukma**?

Audila: These signs

Fauzia: At first I sprained, really even. I have guidance in the same kintilin boss. Where the streets are jammed, understand the same Dosbing, wait a little bit sripsi lo who will be affected. Anyway I can't jabarin my sprain. Not entirely the same sprain Dimas anyway, but he became one of them. I was in bed time, my laptop in umpetin. So kesel lo you're me? Sampe want to cry out to me when my laptop in the same umpetin him but I gatau. In my shadow, I will follow my guidance this time. But..

Nafisya : What?

Daniel (2)

Audilla (3)

Fauzia: Tomorrow is a holiday, we meet up. Males ticked me.

Nafisya : Damn you.

Zia chuckled then turned off her phone screen. Zia lay down and hugged her roll trying to cross the dreamland. Zia looked calm before an incoming message left a strange taste on her chest.

Brother Dimas: Good night, Zia. Nice dream, and thanks for today.