An Overdose of Love
Spice Up on Holidays. SEASON 2
There's also a sense of awkwardness if Chandra now starts following close to me. All the reasons due to the child alone puppet, the more unpleasant because it looks familiar to me as well.
"His face is very similar. Can I get through all this? It feels like when you are near the tears just want to flow. Suppose it was you, brother. It must not be tears that fall, but a big smile will be present because it is nice to be near you, huffff!" The heart is taking a deep breath.
On holidays like this is just lazy in the room. Not wasting time on visiting Naya. Although often met, but it feels happy to be able to play with his own children, even though the body is crumbling dim even due to fatigue.
Mama and papa brother Adrian do not blame for coming to their house as they please. They consider their own children. Many luxuries they tried to give, but tried to refuse because it was not my right to wear. Mama sometimes to wonder, because I have the full right to have but still bother to work hard at the bakery.
Blanket that warms the body is still attached to the body. It still feels reluctant to just clean themselves, when the sunlight has been emptied through the window slit.
Dezzzt .. derrtt, suddenly the device has sounded.
Hands immediately grabbed the phone lying on the nightstand. It has an unknown number.
"Do I have to lift it, huh?" Doubts.
"Ah, maybe not just, because this is an unknown number." Steadiness.
Derrtzzzzzzzzt, for the umpteenth time the device again sounds and strangely from the same number.
"Just give it a shot, Karin. Who knows from the person you know and that's important" the heart pranks on talking to yourself.
"Yep, I should probably lift it," Steadiness.
Click, the screen of the device has been shifted to welcome from whom the person who called.
[Camp]
[Hallo too, Karin]
"Isn't this sound ... sound-?" a heart murmur trying to guess someone's voice across there.
[Sorry to interrupt your day off]
[Oh, it's okay. If I may know who I'm talking to?]
[Ooh, I forgot. If this is not on your phone's contact list]
[Emm, continues?]
[You cook doesn't recognize my voice, anyway! It's me Chandra]
"Hidih, what does this guy want to call? Why does he know my number? Who'd he get it from?" the heart is wondering.
[Hallo .. hello, Karin]
[Eh, yes. I'm still here, really]
[Good. There are important things I want to talk to you about, but they don't really bother you]
[Yes, not disturbing. What's the matter?]
[Whether we could go out for a little while today, because Rara had been whining that we all wanted to go around to the playground, but she asked you to come along. I'm sorry, if this is an over-request]
[Where, yeah!]
[I ask for help just this once, because if Rara is not followed for sure she will not want to eat and eventually she will get sick. As a parent I could not bear to see him in a weakened state because the disease had come to him]
"Wow, what am I supposed to answer? It feels lazy to meet Chandra, for fear of just not being controlled anymore for my sadness, when I think back to the same brother Adrian. But if you refuse to pity Rara. Hmm, what am I supposed to do," confused heart.
[Eh, sorry. How, dad! Because I'm relaxed about spending time with my kids]
[Huh, child?]
[Yes, kid]
[Do you really have children?]
Chandra's voice was so loud as shock.
[Yes, I already have a child]
[Well, that means I've disrupted family togetherness. I'm sorry then, afraid your husband will get angry]
[Eeh, it's okay, really. Husband-problem? That's .. that's, that's]
Speech stuttering that feels heavy to explain.
[Why your husband? Is he not home now? You want to go with us, but you're afraid of getting angry?]
[Not .. not that. Husband-problem? Aah, forget it]
[What do you mean, right?]
[Oh, forget it]
[Then? What about my offer?]
[Emm, how is it! Let me ask the child first, if he would like to tell you directly]
[Alright, but don't wear it for long, for fear that Rara will whine on later]
[Yes. I will be able to inform you soon]
[Yes already then. Assalamualaikum, bye .. bye]
[Waalaikum. Bye .. bye, also]
It felt so bad when Chandra forced. Not wanting to leave but pity Rara. His name is also a small child if not obeyed will definitely sulk, even most cases there are carried away sick due to unfulfilled desires.
The ends rise from the bed as well. Hair that is a little messy due to sleep, now I fix it to be neater. Sawai I put it back on the nightstand.
After I looked at the adzan shubuh had already cleaned up, so now stepping into the bathroom just want to wash your face.
Water faucet I've turned. Slowly the water began to pour slowly into my face. The cold is so fresh. Up to four times the face I detected the clear water. Face trying to read, see the state of the face that seems increasingly thinner day only.
"Heeh, the face hasn't been taken care of in a long time. Looks skinny, getting older, and definitely dull. Do I have to take care to be more kinclong? But--? Heh, why do it all, while it is useless to give if there is no opposite sex that makes me interested to know love," complained bitterly in the heart.
"But you are still beautiful, even though it has changed dramatically even on your face, Karin. Some of you are beautiful not curly, so that brother Adrian yesterday to the same clamps you, even though the face was never touched by makeup," the murmur spoke to yourself.
The towel that was propped up on the iron immediately I took it. Slowly the face began to be swept in a towel so that the face immediately dry.
Mama brother Adrian may have known that I slept until this bad luck, must be feeling tired so it was not awakened to join breakfast together. The stomach is wrapped because it has not been filled at all, now go to the kitchen to take some snacks or foods that can be eaten to immediately block, but before that brew tea first.
A few minutes to breakfast alone. The house is deserted. Father brother Adrian must be at work, while his mother must be busy in her room. Because he wanted to give an answer to Chndra immediately, he had to meet Naya to ask if she wanted to or not be invited to go for a walk.