Your mouth Harimau

What a Weird Morning

Despite the hatred towards Yuni, I obviously don't want her to disappear for good. While groaning loudly, I jumped onto the bed. What am I supposed to do? I thought in my heart.

I need to know if my wish came true. I decided to call Yuni's house. I don't want to meet and talk to him. So I better call her house and see if she's still around. I don't have to say who I am, if he asks who the phone is from.

I'm looking for Yuni's phone number. I'm not hapal. I only called him once. My hands trembled as I grabbed the phone on the table. I'll give you a number

his phone. I need to repeat three times. Pressing the wrong way. I'm really freaked out. It felt like my stomach was wrapped around me and my heart was jumping down my throat.

Phone's beeping.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Has he disappeared?

FOUR times.

No one is lifting.

"He's gone" I muttered loudly, my back cold.

Before the phone rang five times, I heard a click. Someone picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Yunii! I said.

"Hello? Who'sis this?" his insistence. Kubanting phone.

Heart's pounding. My hands are ice cold. I wish he didn't recognize my voice. I took a breath

relieved. Yuni is still there. It really still exists. It has not disappeared from the face of the earth.

And I realized his voice was back to normal. It doesn't sound raucous or weak. His voice sounds like judes as usual. What does this mean? I jumped to my feet and started to pacing back and forth again, trying to understand everything. Of course, I can't understand it.

I opened one of my eyes, and then the other. The morning sunlight

the pale one shone through my bedroom window. Snarling sleepily, I grabbed the blanket and sat down.

I looked at the clock on the table and gasped. It's almost six past thirty? I rubbed my eyes and looked again. Yep. Six o'clock past thirty.

"Huh?" I shouted, trying to remove the sleepiness from my voice.

Every morning Mom would wake me up at five and thirty so I could get ready before I left and get to school at half-seven. What was? Now I must be late.

"Hey...Mama!" my yelling. "Mother!"

I jumped out of bed. My long legs were wrapped around the blanket, I almost fell down. Great, early in the morning has been chaotic like this is my trademark!

"Hey, Mom" I shouted from the door. "What's wrong? I'm late, right!"

Not hearing the answer, I opened my nightgown and quickly looked for clean clothes from the closet.

"Hey, Mom? Rendy's? Are you guys up yet?"

Every morning my father leaves for work at six. I usually hear him walking to and fro. But this morning I heard nothing. I've had bad luck, I don't have time to shower anymore. I put on my school uniform, then I combed my hair, I looked at my sleepy face in the mirror.

"Is anyone awake?" my yelling. ''Why is there nothing today

waking me? It's not a holiday, is it?"

I listened carefully while wearing my shoes. There was no sound of television from the middle room. It's weird, I thought.

Every morning I always see the news from the television. We always fight about television. I want to see the news, and I want to

watching cartoons at breakfast.

But today there was no sound.