AL-THAR
#68's chat. Terror at that time
For the first time in Athar's life, he experienced what he called a car hangover. Countless times he has used an airplane, both local and international, and never once has he experienced such embarrassment. But now, he still cannot believe that he vomited three times during the trip from New York to Soekarno-Hatta airport.
Maybe his stomach is not good, he thought. But all parts of his body felt normal and healthy.
In addition, what makes his pride as if smeared is because some of the men who accompanied him during the trip, also witnessed how his pain in the face of nausea while on the plane. Even so stressed, he had thought (if possible) he wanted to be on the plane, not in it.
Very very tacky. Kampungan behavior. And it was real to her.
"Linggar .." he said softly to his men.
"Yes, Boss?"
"Keep silent. Don't talk to anyone about what I've been through on the plane."
"Ready, Boss."
"Give warning to those who were with us."
"Ready, Boss."
"If any of you ever leak, I will fire immediately."
"Yes, Boss."
Athar stepped towards his car which was ready to pick him up. After Linggar opened the car door, Athar who just had his feet to ride it, now even closed.
"Why, Boss?"
He looked at Linggar and cleared his throat once. "Do we have to get in the car?"
"I mean Boss? We walk to Bogor from here?"
Shit, why am I not interested in being stuck in any vehicle anymore?
"Where am I saying that" elak Athar sharply. His self-worth is the most important thing compared to anything. "Take my mask!" his orders to his men.
"Good, Boss."
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"Where are we going?" ask Abay to Mira who is currently looking right and left.
"EmCiDi."
"Yeah, I'm lovin' it. Jan forgot the deal."
"Yes, bring Abay."
"You look ahead, ma'am."
"Gue again wash your eyes, kali. Maybe there's food that's pulling my eyes."
"Yes, number one is food. By the way, you're not sick of eating that?"
"I'm staying a little. I've been getting ice cream for that."
"Well, to Mekdi just want to eat ice cream? I'm treated to ice cream by doang dong?"
"Lo bawel very much, Bay. Calm down, what do you want please take. But not much either."
"OK on."
They had arrived in front of an elevator that would take them to the ground floor, where the fast food restaurant was located. They are still on the third floor of a mall.
"Lo go down first, Mir. I want to go to the toilet. I just saw there was a toilet."
"Yes, yeah."
Abay passes, while Mira enters the elevator first. As soon as she arrives at her designated place, Mira immediately orders the ice cream she wants. Not to forget with a glass of soft drinks and two burgers that are included in the order list. The rest, let Abay order later. Because for Mira who is mainly the ice cream.
Occupying a table, Mira immediately put down her food and drink. Immediately he enjoyed the ice cream that had been imagined since on campus earlier.
"Hi, Mir!"
The person had suddenly been sitting on an empty chair in front of Mira. It made Mira very surprised and almost choked.
"Slow down dong,"
"B-bang Den ..."
"How long have we not seen ..." Dennis seemed to be thinking. Her smile adorned her lips from the moment she first greeted Mira. "Oh last it was in Bali."
"Yes .." said Mira lirih. Now he was always afraid that Dennis would be in front of him.
"How are you?"
"Good ..."
"Thank God," Dennis' smile grew sweeter but creepy to Mira.
Mira's reflexes held onto her still flat stomach.
"Ehm .. Do you like the same dolls that I sent?" dennis's question suddenly made Mira's brain think fast.
don't-don't ...
Dennis nodded slowly. "Yes, right. Your reception at your parents' house was. Sorry if the doll is a bit scary. I just meant to joke around with you, Mir."
The ice cream could no longer swallow Mira. His head suddenly dizzy. Nausea that since yesterday feels subsided, now it is as if it is gathering again. All move towards the throat to immediately exit the mouth. Mira's reflexes shut her mouth.
So her?
"Why you?" dennis looked worried.
Mira shakes. "No papa. Ja-so Bang Den sent that terror ... for me?" I was sick at that time. Blood stench and creepy, geez–
"It's not terror, Mir. Seriously, I'm just kidding." Dennis laughed lightly. "You must be really scared, right?! I'm sure your facial expression at the time was funny."
this sick soul.
oh my, Abay. Lo long really?
"What's the joke, Bang? It's terror, not a joke" Mira said. As powerful as he is still trying to withstand his nausea.
"Hm" Dennis now looked Mira in the eye. "As far as you think what. I just want to take care of you, really. It's kind of a ghost game. Or a prank during adolescence, right?!"
mad man.
"Bang Dennis, why so bad? At that time I fell sick because I was so afraid of the same terror Brother, you know."
"Hm .. so the first one is including evil? How could I disagree."
"First?" Mira felt her chest pounding more and more. "Well ... how many will there be? Or maybe how many?"
Dennis propped up his chin with his hands on the table and pretended to think again. "How much? It's a lot of intent ..."
Mira swallows saliva.
"... But only three." Dennis smiled witfully again.
Now Mira felt her hair standing up. What else did Dennis do to him? To scare or what? I can't imagine what has happened in her life.
Dennis suddenly got up while looking at his watch. "I still want to talk to you, Mir. But I really can't. Oh my God, I'm almost late. I go first yes. There is important business, really. Bye, Mira."
Mira's eyes noticed the figure of Dennis who had stepped in a hurry and moved away. Now he feels that his whole body is not okay. How is it possible that the doll's terror turned out to be Dennis's? What does he want?
"Mir .. lo why?" Abay had arrived and occupied the chair that Dennis had occupied. "Lo pale anyway?"
Mira shakes. "Baby, we go home yuk!"
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