DON'T COME TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING
MYSTERIOUS FIGURE
I was silent in the room. The other kids gathered under watching a drama dvd that Cindy borrowed the other day. My mind's raging. Between right and wrong. Rumors and facts. Aaarghs. Canvas tamped on the wall of angry doodles. Sketches that had been arranged neat toilet overwritten brush strokes.
Why do so many people blame Sam. Is it that bad ? All right if that's true. Do they feel hurt ? each person brings privacy to their life. I was heavy ...
Logical sense silently justifies. My heart always denied it. What's the problem anyway. We were just friends. Why does this seem important ? Aaargh I was confused. If I keep thinking about this, my values can be freefall because I do not focus on learning.
It should start tomorrow, I should find a part-time job. In addition to making money, at least this way can distract me to stop thinking about things that are not important.
I was still fixated when I heard a car stop near our flat. Who was the one who was here last night. Pink curtains I pulled slowly. From the window of the room, a person was seen getting off the taxi. His face was invisible as he stood his back. While another person followed him. It's not wrong that Eva.
Didn't he go on a Yama motorbike this afternoon ? why now he comes home delivered by different people with a taxi. Who was the man with him. I saw her date in a hurry because she just drove Eva to the yard, then back into the taxi. Honey, his face I can't recognize clearly.
The weker on the table shows one o'clock in the morning. It turned out to be past midnight. I stepped down to take a glass of water in the kitchen. The main light has been turned off only left the small money light on. It seemed like the others were sleeping in their own rooms. As the front door opened, Eva was shocked to learn I was there. It's a misdeed.
Not yet able to ask, Eva rushed up to the room. Strangely enough, he usually just cuek brought a man home when coming home from the club. But this time it was like being scared, as if hiding something important. I don't know, the more suspicious I get, the more curious I become.
Is that friend someone I know ? Instantly in my mind came two names because I didn't have many boyfriend. He is quite tall because Eva looks only limited to his shoulders when standing. But his body is not as big as Excellent. So it's definitely not him.
I'm choked.
Is it possible ...
It could be, it's true he is. But how could he promise to meet me tomorrow afternoon, while at the same time he was dating my best friend. What kind of man does that ?! moreover, Eva gelagat is also strange. Doesn't he know very well I'm interested in Sam ? Is this some sort of unfinished feeling in the past ? Why does he seem nice to me, then cornering from behind ?
Wanting to not believe. But all my guesses were on Sam. I have no right to be angry, but at least do not bother to bring us together yesterday if the end is just playing with my feelings. And that's not necessary !
I still remember that time. When Eva asks how to get acquainted with her friend, Sam. At that time I thought he was sincere. And it turns out, I'm the stupid one. How he could take advantage of a friend just to resolve his own pending feelings on the man. Want to get acquainted ? with me ? bullshit ! Half annoyed, I threw the brush roughly.
Gawaiku. A message came in. It's called 'Handsome'. Whose number is this. I don't think I've ever kept in contact with such a strange name.
_Where is the photo ??_
Deghs.
It seems I know who the kunyuk sent the short message. I saw his profile picture. From the screen appeared a man dressed all in black and wearing sunglasses. Pose cool with the symbol V on it. What style is this. He wants a funeral. I laugh. Shortly thereafter, he sent a message back
_You went online and immediately saw my message, why ignore it !_
I closed the green conversation app. Let's not get reciprocated. Who he called me this late. Undaunted, the man sent many more messages following the sticker there. Ignored. He must be nagging right now. Just imagining her expression made me laugh. Ah right, I remember still saving our photos.
I opened the photos during the exhibition on the gallery album. Be met. There are two photos there. Excellent, arguably lucky to pose well. And me ? Hah, how can it look ridiculous like this. Eyes slurred with mouth slightly open in shock at the sudden flash of the camera. Embarrassing. My blood boiled when I remembered it. The person who was told by Excell to take pictures of us, had any grudges with me so my picture could be this ugly. Ah, shit, I better get rid of it.
My finger stopped when I wanted to press the button with the symbol of the trash can. For a moment I looked at the photo well. It is also good if you are silent as photographed. Sam and Excell are both tall. But Excellent looks more robust because his body contains. Even his arms were so strong when I grabbed them earlier.
People as rich as that routine go to the gym is not a difficult thing. With a flagship trainer and a subscription card every month must be very easy for him. It does not even rule out the possibility, the vast residential there are private gym facilities in the house. True the saying goes, anyone can be cool as long as there is funds.
But he is a little handsome. Remember, just a little ! The nose is sharp and thick. Her hair fits perfectly with her neck. The structure of the face can be said to be quite perfect with a proportional jaw.
I hit my own head with a pillow. Maybe it was a little fever so my mind was a little messed up. Huh ! Jesus ! May praise the enemy ! Because I'm too good to be a person. Gulping with gauntlet as an impingement.
That night I made a storm myself. While elsewhere, the two lovebirds seem nervous to know the reality. Trying to keep everything secret in a meeting filled with a pinch of regret. They didn't expect it to be this complicated. The woman fell in love. But there is no other choice but to end, or continue which somehow will in the end. But their goal remains one, to clean up what happened and I never know.
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