Badgirl Vs Ketos
#38. Disconnecting

Gabriel's Pov.

"Ehem," said a guy in the back, I'm flapping my hair on the South shudder.

"Byeah! Lu why did he come anyway?? Disturb people again!" upset South with the face like ayak people get symptoms of ayan disease, hot bat hands I want nampol.

"Briel," call the tower mast, I glanced.

"Gue got word, the match is up in two days. Lo get ready." he spoke without staring, usually song people with a talk as high as the eyes of a miper talk never afraid.

Bizarrely.

His face began to change.

"Gue first."

I and the South stared at each other at the tower pole that had been away, suddenly South laughs not alone, is the boy why?

"How come you nyet? Sayton darmane's possession? The hell? Or from a neighbor's WC?" my sewot, tumben squirms his whiny face. Later the nature of him somewhat changed and made me awkward to talk about prayer.

"I guess I really like him," he said, laughing cackling.

"Thank you? You won a quiz at indosiar?" ask me bego, who asked also bego.

"Not a can of sardines!"

"Lo know why I'm making a pacarin lo?" suddenly he and I... I don't know. I shook my head quickly.

"For mastiins, the wall man really has a secret or not." I was shocked for a moment, looking for the meaning of the African camel next door.

"What the hell you're not clear," I murmured. Because me and my fellow Southern legend ngibul certainly I understand the direction of the conversation.

"So, what did Nata say? You didn't talk about him, did you?"

"Yes, my best friend. No way I can doubt you, well I don't mean to be selfish anyway, but you changed and I can't explain this plan, sorry yes," he explained patting my head.

"Aah, so doang kudu apologize lo! Pantesan single, Mimi Peri aja constipated look lo face," teased me and he knitted his eyebrows thick, angry.

But his angry expression turned calm and shady.

"Briel, we're breaking up."

My eyes seem to be out of their cage, what? So how does it feel to be cut off?

"No!" push me down raw.

"Well?!"

.

.

.

"We broke up!" I said after a few seconds.

"That means now I'm the one who broke up. Hahaha base dedemit perosotan ciamis!" I saw him hit his shoulder.

"Eh the anying! Spirtus where's the spirtus? I want to burn someone's face!?"

"Don't use kerosene?"

"Well, what is this even talking about?!?"

I stumbled a little and it made his expression back.

"Why wail-wild? Long-long really like loh," timpal him while wiping swab idung. Feels the most beautiful in the world, pinocchio mah leuwat the same as the cut.

"Yeuh, ask for a palalo whisker!"

"Briel, can you ask for something?" he said, I squinted.

"Seriously cebonk!" harden him, I'm nagging like a dashboard hanger.

"Smile to me," said he with a sweet face, what vow is that boy? Could it suddenly be handsome? Are my eyes the most ugly?

Southward. I don't know what makes me so happy with him, maybe because he's the person who knows me the most. I am most worried that my hobbies and interests are working for me.

Not that I like him as 'ehem ahem' or anything. But, it felt like he was more like a father figure.

Aren't you?

How am I dazed?

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"Eh, bushel!" when I almost nyungsep on the floor, I almost hum a chicken piggy bank. Slowly I looked at the clock that pointed at 05.30 after dawn I opened the phone and caught an oddity.

Aunty called 27 times at two in the morning.

I rubbed the temple, Aunty wouldn't call this much except for one thing.

Like the last time he called me was about eight months ago, because Grandpa died.

How do I feel bad?

Mother?

My heart rate is hunting, with trembling I hit the flat screen that says Mother's name, but not answered.

Twice, I only heard the sound of 'tuttuut' which seemed to be a painful sound, No way! I believe in the South, God is not that bad.

The sound of the connection is still clear, crickets and the universe seemed to be silent watching me who was on the verge of regret.

"Mother.." I almost cried, damn it.

"The number you have reached does not answer..."

I took a deep breath, trying to make sure that Mommy was okay.

God is not that bad Briel!

For the third time I tried to call Mother's number and the sound of the connection made my emotions less because.

Nausea.

Dizziness.

I want to run.

"Hallo?" someone across from me breathed a sigh of relief. Mercifully. But, uh,..

"Gabriel, huh?"

Why even a name? And her voice is different. This Mother?

"Mother...?" I said, hiding the sound of crying.

"Gabriel, calm down, son."

Huh huh?

"It's auntie?" I asked and it turned out that my guess was right.

"Where's mother? Gabriel wants to talk, Gabriel wants to apologize, Gabriel wants an impression-"

"Gabriel, God loves your mother very much, son."

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