Enamored Love Beautiful Pickpocket
Chapter 24. Real love grandpa
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But the one offered only a small laugh when offered to look at him with a witty look. Luna likes to be extreme when she jokes. Al knew what Luna's class was like. But the thing is, he only considers Luna a good friend all along. No more than that.
" I'm not drinking Lun. Next time, we'll be Idho!"
Luna nodded in agreement. The woman stared deeply at Al's face which always disturbed her heart. All the charms he has often spread, but none of his efforts are able to penetrate the depths of the heart of an Al.
" Where are you going?" Luna is still not satisfied if she sees Al gone.
" Something's missing at home, I gotta go home!"
Luna smiled bitterly as she looked at Al who always seemed to be insecure when she was with him.
" What's my lack of Al?"
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" Thank you bang!"
" Yok are both!"
Dhisti stared at the kang ojek and then walked in when the dark had swallowed the aura of all the rickety houses that lined the mouth of the residential alley. No exception to Mama Ciko's house.
The smell of rotten garbage spread from the mountain which is often late in transport by the related service. Making his steps more forced to run for the sake of a nose that is increasingly tormented by the sting.
The weak step finally led him to a simple house that had been protecting him from the hot sun and cold rain.
He opened the door and still found grandfather watching TV broadcasting a newscast of a law enforcement crime court, whose episodes even exceeded those of the web series.
" Not sleeping cake?" He said after closing the door slowly so as not to trigger his neighbors to wake up.
" Why you want to go to sleep, you're home at this hour!" Lirih grandfather is not free to stare at the television box that may soon not be able to turn on because of government rules about digital television.
Stunned for a while before throwing a gaze at the worn-out wall clock that indicated the time was indeed late.
" This is all because of that four hundred thousand man!"
Blaming Al even though he himself has contributed to making the clock home increased molor.
" Have you eaten? I made some more tea, which was cold. If you want to eat it there's still a side dish."
Staring pity grandfather who is now moving to the kitchen with his selow step to prepare warm tea every time he comes home from work.
He opened his shoes and placed them on a shoe rack underneath which was full of spider houses. The shelf cannot be said to be good but it is very unfair if it is said to be ugly.
The voice was heard moments after he was also fixated on the crime news broadcast, which a few minutes later made him not intend let alone interested to continue watching because the story is so complicated.
I don't know when the law can be fair and indiscriminate.
That's how they. Grandpa who is not productivity to work chose to shift the task as a mother and father for him. Making that tear fall back without him inviting her.
Dhisti eats in full gratitude. Enjoying every taste he soaks through his tongue with a peaceful heart.
The girl ate quickly and then pressed a glass of warm tea to burp. Prove that the hull is fully filled.
After leaving the dirty dishes and the glass in the container usually without the intention to wash, the girl went to her room and lay down for a moment. Staring at the ceiling of his pitiful room was like an abandoned age.
His mind wandered far away. About the events that some time this makes it inexhaustible. About why people like him, even meet famous humans like Al. More runyamnya again, he now also seems to have a debt to Ramdan for his survival.
Goddamnit!
" CK, am I looking for the company address? But am I welcome in?"
Mumbled because in fact Ramdan's affairs really contribute energy to insomnia. Plus, for some reason he now becomes afraid when dealing with Al, when he finds out that the man is not a random person.
Recalling his extreme results just a moment ago, Dhisti appeared tiptoed then opened his backpack excitedly.
He pulled a black bag from his backpack that he would have used to buy a new television or to pay for electricity for five years.
Dhisti opened a long wallet, then saw the rupiah so thick contained in it. Yup!
" It's not in vain that I'm abstaining from adrenaline. He's also a crock!"
Dhisti muttered with a radiant face while reaching for the box in his wardrobe which was the entire contents of the money as a result of pickpocketing the woman's family.
He now re-examined the contents of the black bag and found several other letters. Makes him slightly sneer when he saw the photo of the identity card belonging to the owner.
" For any time, as long as I live, I will never make your lives quiet. Just like you guys used to make my life like this"
Mumbled to look at the card with a hateful feeling.
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