I'm the Forgotten One
Unintentionally.

Arriving in her favorite room, Agatha immediately threw herself into her soft mattress. His school uniform has not been replaced. It felt as if the spirits of his laziness were rising and dancing more and more in his head. Especially if you arrive home only welcomed by the assistant. If asked to miss, do not ask again. She really misses her parents' arms and arms. He misses being welcomed by his mommy, he misses his head being rubbed, he misses the warm embrace of the owner of heaven. Not to mention the memory of Welson who was from the incident at school, never returned a message or gave the slightest news to him.

His mind is branched and filled with various kinds of prejudices, whether it is bad prejudice or vice versa. Agatha was increasingly unable to concentrate with her mind. Want this and it also feels very boring for him. If it is aloof, it is as if his cherry soul is also quiet and silent. So, all he did was lie on the bed holding his advanced phone. At first glance it flashed on his nose the fragrance of perfume that was attached to his hair and uniform.

“Hmm, very soothing once the aroma!” he said as he inhaled the scent of Dirgo perfume.

“Why do I suddenly remember Dirgo, huh?” ask him to yourself.

“Crazy! This is fucking crazy! Where can I possibly turn from my beloved ugly.” His words again tried to spread his mind about Dirgo.

Agatha tries to call Welson back, she fiddles with her phone hoping the call is connected soon. But the result is the same, still not contacted. Supposedly, Welson called her. Either just ask ‘you again what?’ or ‘have you eaten what yet? if we have not eaten outside yuk, eat together.’ That's what Agatha was waiting for from Welson. I have tried many times to send Welson a chat, but there was no response. Never reply, just read it yet.

When he closed his eyes, there was a knock on the door from the outside.

“Non, Non Agatha.” Bi Momon knocked on Agatha's bedroom door as hard as possible until her fingers hurt. Not in vain, the loud knock diverted Agatha's intention to close her eyes. Agatha got up and walked to the door and opened it. In front of the door was already plastered Bi Momon face with his left hand squeezing his right hand.

“What's up, Bi? Not satisfied with your laugh?” agatha asked as she opened the door.

“Anu, Non. Auuuuu!” said Bi Momon grimacing as his fingers were accidentally squeezed by his own hands.

“Idi-h. Asked even grimaced. Auntie's hand why? Out of boxing with Mang Judas huh?” ask Agatha.

“Amit-amit, Non. It's all because of that naughty door.” Momon said, but his hand knocked on the door again and Bi Momon grimaced again.

“Aduh. Why does the door like to hurt Auntie's hand, Non?” added Bi Momon.

“Healthy aunt? Who's wrong, Bi? Wherever the door might hurt Aunt, the one with Aunt's own hand was wrong. Hahaha.” Agatha laughed at Bi Momon.

“Partially who told Auntie gedar-gedor using hero power?” added again.

“Kan usually Non not heard if do not use the strength of hero.” Saut Bi Momon's.

“What's up, Bi? How come my door is gedar-gedor?” ask Agatha.

“That's in front of her friend, Non.”

“Friends? Who, Bi?” agatha asked her forehead.

“That's a lot, Non. Den Klakson who was then picked up Non.” Said Bi Momon trying to remember the name Welson, but all he remembered was ‘Son.’

“Klakson? As I recall, I don't have a friend whose name is Klakson, Bi.” Tukas Agatha.

“Masa' Non don't know anyway?”

“How do you want to know, Bi? There is no friend named Klakson. If the horn is in the car, Bi, not the name of the person. How can the horn look for me?” agatha explained.

“Huh! Basic suck!” he added.

“Ouch! That's that handsome Non. If it's not wrong, it's his girlfriend Non deh.” Bi Momon.

“Si Welson, Bi?” ask Agatha to make sure.

“Well! That's what Auntie means, Non.” Bi Momon gave his thumb.

“Udah was wrong even gave a thumbs up. Aunt suck!” grunts Agatha.

“Aunt forgot, Non. If you forget yes definitely because you do not remember loh, Non.” Said Bi Momon who made Agatha's eyes bulge.

“Over time I can go crazy and get Bi Momon virus.” Grumpy Agatha in heart.

Hearing Welson going home, Agatha changed her uniform with a slightly loose t-shirt and knee-length pants. Regardless of Bi Momon still standing in front of her room, Agatha rushed downstairs to meet Welson. Upon arrival at the bottom, Agatha found Welson sitting in the front seat facing the gazebo. Welson wore an old grey jacket with black jeans.

“Hai.” Sapa Welson's. The one word that escaped Welson's mouth sounded ordinary and like nothing had happened.

Agatha stepped towards the chair near Welson, but unexpected events left her dazed. His leg accidentally hummed the leg of the chair next to Welson.

“Eh, sorry.” Agatha tried to withdraw from Welson's arms, but it felt like Welson's hands had locked Agatha's waist.

The cup!! Welson immediately kissed Agatha without warning. The kiss was only short-lived as Agatha suddenly pinched Welson's chest. Agatha was afraid of being caught by her assistant and driver. Agatha wiped her wet, sticky lips from Welson.

“Why on lap? Don't like my kiss?” welson asked with a grin.

“Why do you love kissing me?”

“Sweet lips. I'd go crazy if I didn't kiss you.” Welson.

“Basic pervert! Just be careful if nyosor-nyosor again!” threaten Agatha.

“But you enjoyed it too, didn't you?” ask Welson.

“Ya does not mean you can nyosor-nyosor first.” Tukas Agatha, pulled out a chair and sat down next to Welson.

Welson took off his jacket and placed it on the back of the chair he was sitting on.

“Why is the number inactive? I chat and I call from earlier there is no reply,” asked Agatha worried.

“The phone is dead, dear. The battery runs out, forgot to charge.” Welson's.

“I'm worried you don't? Where to go home did not tell you first.” Agatha was upset and put her mouth out.

“The mouth why? Want me to kiss again?” Welson teases the pouting Agatha.

“Basic crocodile seal lizard!” grunts Agatha.

“Hahaha. Oiya, Om same Aunt where?” ask Welson.

“Why do they dance? Did you forget that they are rarely at home?” Agatha asked Welson.

“They haven't come home yet. You okay?” agatha.

“Ya just want it anyway.” Welson's.

“My head feels that heavy, anyway.” He held his head and grimaced like a person in pain.

“Why? His head hit Om?” Agatha said surmised.

“Gak lah, where maybe papa dare to hit me. Heavy for thinking about you continue, Yank.” Welson.

“Dih, crunch again the zombies. Seriously you're okay, Yank?” ask Agatha again.

“I'm fine, Darling.” Welson smiled.

Hearing Welson's reply, there was a warm feeling running down Agatha's chest.

“Happy, you are so attentive, dear.” Welson.

“You don't want me to pay attention to you, so that means?” ketus Agatha.

“Eaa ramble, hihi. That's not what it means, Yank.” Welson smiled.

“Then?” ask Agatha.

“Ya happy dong. Seems to be watched out for real girlfriends who exist.” Welson.

“You don't think I'm your girlfriend, do you? Then what is our relationship if you do not acknowledge the relationship?” Agatha grew increasingly sullen at Welson's speech.

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