Leaning Sweet Me
The Story Telling Papa El
Tia walked into a building that served as a temporary office, with a rude snort she sat herself in that not-so-large waiting room.
He was so upset by what Doni said to him that he left him, and forgot how he would go back to the hotel where he was staying.
What if Doni just left him, he did not even intend to apologize at all, even approaching him was not.
While the upset Doni was just banging on the steering wheel, he somehow got that angry, but this is not a big thing.
"Damn it is ....!"
Doni grabs the phone on the dashboard, dialing the phone number of the boss and his best friend, intending to complain because Tia's involvement does not help anything, even messing up.
But many times the phone rang, not to make Farrel lift it.
For a long time he kept silent, remembered, and thought about what had just happened.
"Why am I so angry with him?"
Doni stared at the building not far from there, and decided to go inside.
His eyes circulated looking for Tia, and shortly afterwards he looked at Tia who was also looking back at him.
"Tia ...?"
"You what? Insult me again?"
"I'm so sorry.." said Doni in the end.
Tia looked at the man in front of her flatly.
"Gue's really sorry, and we should be able to work together so that this job quickly gets around and returns to B city on time. We can't keep fussing like this right, it's slowing down our work."
But Tia still did not budge.
"Ti .. by the way dong, don't just shut up! I'm sorry."
Tia stood up from her seat and just walked out, making Doni flabbergasted where she stood.
Tia who was on the doorstep turned to look at Doni.
"Heh .. hunt! he said he wanted to come back quickly! Is it okay if you are silent so like a worm? don't you!" knock Tia with a laugh and then come out.
"Damn the girl, be loved for the heart!"
They both got into the car, Doni drove the car at a moderate speed, there was still work to be done.
Tia turned on the car tape and played the song.
He started to snap his fingers,
"If you're far away my love won't go away
Although you are there but this love will not disappear Although many trials are now getting hit ooohhhh do not you grieve I am sure you do not understand."
Tia mimicked the vocalist, and stunned Doni, "Lo's voice is okay too."
Tia just glanced at him, then went back to singing.
Occasionally Doni secretly glanced at Tia with the tail of her eyes, and he did not deny, Tia is very sweet, she is also beautiful. The girl who used to have thick and reserved eyes turned beautiful and pleasant. Of course if you're not as angry as you just happened.
"Ti ..."
"Ti...."
Tia heard it, but was ignored.
"Ti ..."
Tia clucked, and hit Doni's arm, "Ta Ti ...Ta Ti.. you think my name is kunti, call a real name! Don't be original."
"Sorry Tia.." she laughed.
Doni gave a smile, with a thin fixed look at the street in front of him.
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Dreet
Dreet
Farrel's phone rang several times on the table, while he was busy rubbing his wife's distended stomach. With the head that he drowned over Metta's thigh and kissed her many times.
"Your phone is ringing papa El." said Metta, who was busy poking at the fruit and eating it, watching her favorite movie.
"Biarin, most of all Doni."
"Darling, today papa just met with Imran sir, Mr. Eko, and last met uncle Al."
"The stock price is good too!"
Farrel cool himself with his new activities, talking to children who are still in the womb. Anything he could tell, his activities in the office, the places he visited, even the names of colleagues he met that day.
"Darling ..." Metta laughed amusedly,
"What's? I'm just telling her about my activities today, so she knows that papa is a hard worker, she must be proud to have a cool, handsome papa like me, isn't she, baby?" he said with a look turned on his distended stomach.
"Saham .. mana understand him dear, if he is proud of course he is proud, but should not talk about work, too heavy for him."
"Why also bring the fathers," he said again with a wink. Until Farrel's head moves up and down because of Metta's laughter.
"It's okay, let him know who his papa business associates are."
Farrel had a bad time, making Metta finally give up, "Yes.it's up to you, honey!"
Metta refocused on television, but his ears still heard what Farrel was talking about with the child who was not yet time to see the world. Make it again curl.
"Honey ah, change the topic, not about the business that every day we wrestle, boring!"
Farrel put his hands behind his nightgown, massaged Metta's back, made him comfortable and finally fell asleep,
"Darling, even sleeping!" his weakness.
Farrel looked at Metta's face, pulled up the blanket and returned to the sofa where Metta was asleep, gently holding her body and laying it on the bed, covering her to the breast.
After making sure Metta was sleeping comfortably, Farrel came out of the room, not forgetting his phone which he had taken from the nightstand.
"That's a lot of Doni!" Farrel muttered, by checking several short messages of the same number.
He's back dialing Doni's number.
'What, don't tell me you guys messed up!'
'Oh, my God, it's not Rail. Where possible!'
'Continue saying you send that many messages, just interrupt!"
'Sorry ...'
'True work, don't mess up again!"
Farrel turned off his phone, then went back into the room.
"Bikin papa's mood is broken baby, and the medicine is even sleeping!" he said to the distended stomach in which he was elus-elus.
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