ENDLESS HALLWAY
CHAPTER 8: FEELING PESSIMISTIC

Cindy stepped inside the house with her whole body tired. Cold sweat washed all over her body. A luxurious house with all forms of luxury furniture in the sense of too spacious and quiet. In this luxurious house for Cindy not far is a place to take shelter. Because he did not feel happy occupying the house at all. If only this house belonged to Rangga and the man could always be with him occupying, how happy. Morning together, afternoon together, night together and if the desire to repeat the act as it was yesterday afternoon in Bukit Barisan, is not too difficult.

Maybe get tired. And now Cindy still felt her body tired. His legs to step felt lunglai and a little pain in the groin. His eyes continued to lay on the bed that was filamentous. For a moment he imagined the incident he had just experienced earlier. So beautiful and so that he forgot all the problems that had been holding him. Then Cindy looked at the ceiling of her room made of light green flower plasterboard. The shadow of Rangga's face flashed. Cindy suddenly flinched, only to realize that the man had managed to find out his house. When Rangga delivered to the front of the house, Cindy was still carried away by the feeling of resignation. It was as if he could not remember his own words if Rangga could not find out where he lived. But what to say again is all done. And everything will be at risk.

Only Cindy is worried about. Rangga would leave her after knowing her true state. Cindy was very hopeful that it would not happen to Rangga. His love for the man was already very big and not brimmed anymore. Maybe Cindy was willing to sacrifice anything as long as the man wouldn't leave her.

I hope Rangga is a man who understands my weaknesses. And want to understand the problem that holds me, that's all I hope for. He said without a sound Cindy lunglai's body fell. Drowsiness that pressed his eyelids. Now, all Cindy needs is a bolster and a pillow. He does not want to worry about tomorrow and the next day. Had Rangga been lying on his side, ah.

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The next day Cindy woke up late. The needle of the wall clock hanging on the wall of his room already showed twelve o'clock. His body that last night felt drained and achieved is all gone. But when he was about to step down from the bed, his groin felt pain and pain. Forced Cindy to wail at the edge of the bed for some time. Half forced the girl to walk to the bathroom.

Mbok Surti was surprised to see the change of his daughter who looked pale on his face. The steps are a bit difficult.

Then Mbok Surti smiled at the dikulum.

After Cindy's body was splashed with water, she felt her body refreshed. All the lethargy on his body disappeared instantly. Finish taking a bath Cindy dressed in a light blue T-shirt and blue jeans, walked to the dining table. He ate not too much, because he did not want his body to become fat. With Cindy's soft steps towards the car garage. The creaks of his high shoe rights are clearly heard when stepping on terrazzo tiles on the terrace of the house.

"I'm going mbok." Cindy said to her housemaid.

"Yes non." Sahut mbok Surti while nodding respectfully.

That day the sky was clumped with black clouds that blocked the sunlight stinging the earth. The rainy season in this month almost does not provide an opportunity for the sun to emit its voracious rays. The blue Honda Civic contrasts with the driver wearing a blue T-shirt, driving between cars passing on the highway.

That afternoon Cindy wanted to buy cosmetics at the Way Halim Permai project. However, when his car passed Raden Intan road, Cindy's eyes hit a familiar body standing under the bus stop. His right hand held a shabby map and his eyes were always watching the city bus passing in front of him. Cindy quickly stepped on the brakes, the car stopped immediately.

"The ladder!." Call Cindy while reaching for a hand.

The man standing under the bus stop stared at the question mark. Who called him that? Though Rangga felt all this time he never had the acquaintance of a girl who owned a car, if after all there are most of them are arrogant. With half hesitation Rangga walked over to the car. A girl with brown eyes sat behind the wheel. Graceful and beautiful. Who her? that's all that always rages in Rangga's mind when approaching the car. After being close to the car door, Rangga knew that the girl sitting behind the steering wheel was Cindy.

"Duuuh. Duuuh gracefully." Rangga's heart was full of admiration.

"Let's go up, I'll take you to your destination." Cindy smiled kindly.

"But..." Sahut Rangga stopped while staring at the shabby map he carried.

Rangga was hesitant.

"Don't get a lot of excuses, go up." Urge Cindy while opening the car door for Rangga.

The man was forced to obey the girl's orders. The Honda Civic drove again after Rangga climbed up and sat on Cindy's side.

"Where are you going, Ngga?" Ask Cindy softly.

"To the publisher of Grand Land City." Sahut Rangga flat.

"What do you need to do to get there?" Ask Cindy.

"I'll sell my script" replied Rangga.

"Oh! so you're an author?" Cindy said cheerfully.

The girl stepped on the brake because the red light on the traffic sign was on. Other cars stopped on the left and right sides.

"Is the author Rangga Antoro's name really you?" Ask Cindy.

Herman just nodded.

"How great is your name, as great as your work. I'm really impressed by your work I've read." Cindy was proud. It turned out that the man who had been filling his heart was a famous author. A writer who is often adored by many fans.

"I'll laugh when I hear your praise,

Cindy. After all my fate is not much different from flea sellers at the Yellow Bamboo Market!."

Cindy was running her car when the green light flashed, a smile adorning her lip-polished red lipstick defiantly.

"In fact, talking about fate is very pleasing to Rangga. Who knows on the horizon have been waiting for the turn of good fortune. Do not mourn your fate now, but look far ahead, where the door of success awaits you wide open." Cindy said excitedly.

Rangga just smiled blandly.

"You're pessimistic about your future, Rangga?" Cindy Say.

"Not that I feel pessimistic about the glorious future. I'm afraid if it doesn't reach it will hurt." Rangga.

"You're right Rangga." Cindy Sahut.

"Isn't that right?" Reply Rangga again.

Cindy nodded with a sweet smile.