Love In Tanjung Priuk's
Accident

Arriving at home, Adifa was immediately welcomed by Angga. Though the young man was cool playing games on his cellphone, seeing his brother come home Angga showed his gadged just like that.

"I'm not going home, I'm going home, bring souvenirs." Angga jumped, wiggling his left and right legs alternately against the steps of the brother.

"There is no gift" said Adifa with a limp, tired face that could not be described by words. Her expression was exactly like that of Rose in a cartoon. "So move aside, brother wants a break." Her plight pushed the weak body of Angga higher than her.

Angga. "So rest no, let Angga who brought the suitcase Brother."

Adifa, who was no longer strong, wanted to shed her tears in the room, just showed her suitcase in front of Angga, passed into her room and locked her from the inside.

There, Adifa shed her tears that she had endured since yesterday. Until now, there is no news of Mahawira, the man disappeared like swallowed by the earth.

"Right .... Where is it in umpetin?" The sound of Angga Adifa hiraukan. "The time of the catering does not bring anything?" Because there was no answer from her brother Angga followed to the room of the Brother. "Elahhh in the conci again, brother. Where's where?" Angga banged on her sister's bedroom door.

"Anggaaaa, what the hell is screaming? The hardness of knowing." Kinan who had just returned from the stall reprimanded his son. "Who's suitcase is so messy?" The woman carrying the little black plastic recognized her daughter's clothes. He then looked at Angga who was still standing in front of Adifa's room while pulling the door handle. "Are you home yet?"

Angga. "Yes, but coming home from the gathering doesn't bring anything, Ma."

"You let your brother rest first, he must be soybean. The gift problem is not important, the important thing is your brother has arrived home safely is thank God." Kinan hoped his words could be understood Angga. "You put your brother's clothes on until they get dressed like this." Kinan nagged as he stuffed Adifa's clothes into the suitcase.

Angga's face looked disappointed. "Mama is not cool, I hang out at Toby's stall aja deh," grumbled Angga because it was too bad his brother came home to bring a lot of souvenirs, but when his brother came home, but when his brother came home, not only did she find her brother's scuffed face, but she also found a scrapped suit in the suitcase.

"You're like a little kid, ngarepin by," Kinan shook his head at Angga's behavior.

I do not know how long ago Adifa cried, releasing all the tightness that squeezed her chest until the girl whose heart was full of wounds fell asleep without cleaning the body first. Nor did he listen to Kinan's call to wake him up telling him to eat. But Adifa awoke when the dawn of the Azan reverberated. When he woke up, his head still felt very dizzy and the view was twitching. Adifa hoped that what happened to her was only a dream, but when she remembered Mahawira, the pain came back to her heart.

Without feeling the tears that had begun to recede it returned to the river without being prevented at the end of his eyes. The details that occurred between him and Mahawira were recorded clearly in his head and so imprinted, Adifa was ashamed of herself. What if what he did was known to his parents? Surely they were very hurt because Adifa could not take good care of herself.

How humiliating!

Meeting Mahawira was not a mistake, the wrong thing was he, wanted to, and yes when Mahawira took him everywhere without any strings attached. She should have been able to resist as hard as self-defense as a woman.

Sighing, Adifa came down from the bed pecking herself in front of the glass to see her sticky and greasy face. Ugly, Adifa found her face so ugly, disheveled hair, a messy face like a courtyard that was not swept for a week, great influence Mahawira who just a few weeks present in his life and can break Adifa's heart to pieces. Adifa rubbed her cheeks that felt crispy.

Shit, he's spotty.

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Born from a mediocre family, can not make Adifa who is upset to languish to relax lament his sadness. Although the head feels heavy, the heart injury is so deep and needs intensive care because when checking the phone still there is no message from Mahawira asking news he must still wake up early to pick up the windfall.

When meeting Angga at the dining table, Angga put on a wry face. Adifa ignored her sister, drink a glass of warm sweet tea that has been prepared by his mother enough for him to just wet his dry throat and greet his stomach in this morning that maybe his stomach will be given heavy duty because maybe the next week will only get little work, but must work hard to understand the heart that is recovering after severe pain.

"Open apologies can't buy souvenirs, just shut up." Sindir Angga to his brother who was putting on shoes.

Adifa fused her eyebrows together. "This is still a gift? Oh, my God, have one nyebelin very ya." Adifa breathes a lot of air to neutralize her emotions. "Boro-boro thinks of souvenirs, thinks of" Adifa hung up her sentence, there's no way she said that she was in ghosting and it felt like she wanted to blow up planet Earth.

"Think what huh? That bule? Brother in ghosting?" said the boy was original but his words were very on target.

"What the hell, to me." After he finished tying his shoelaces. Adifa drove two-wheeled vehicles, splitting the road that was only six in the morning was already very crowded.

"What the hell, sir. You should be able to see the donk of the road that must be given to the customer which, for which of us? If this is how you can enter the invoice, which office people want to know what our mistakes are?" Omel Adifa with a high voice in one of the drivers in front of many people. "I don't want to know, you go back to the factory again, exchange the mesh," he said throwing the letter. " I think a new kid is using this wrong."

The man who was far above Adifa picked up the paper thrown at him.

"It's customary donk, Mom. Do not jerk so, just tell me what my mistake is. Want Mom to get angry like how to also still be the one to take. Very powerful, just become a korlap." Reply not accepted. "Remember, the wheel is spinning, not always on top."

Adifa just turned the eyeball lazy, not very clear in the talk. "Judah there take, if you make a mistake it means daring to take responsibility donk."

"Kamprettt, just entered already angry spec superiors only." The man had advanced to avenge Adifa with bogemann, but was hindered by his other themes.

"Udah is patient, ashamed of men against women," said the theme embracing his shoulders soothingly.

Adifa no longer paid attention to the driver's speech, her brain mummified, if she served the man, there was even more noise and she would issue more words of pearl than this.

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The first day of work after being left a few days off made Adifa have to tidy up the work of the person who replaced him. Without feeling, because it was too late, Adifa did not realize that it was eleven o'clock in the morning. But Adifa was grateful with this heaped work, at least she could forget about her problem with Mahawira. Look now, he recalled the man again and it made his heart feel empty again.

Adifa opened her cell phone which she ignored for several hours. He found a lot of incoming message notifications, quickly Adifa opened it thinking it was from Mahawira who might apologize for ignoring it and make it home by himself. But when opening the message, Adifa was made limp after reading the name of the sender, Dirga.

"Difa, sorry can't welcome your first day of work. My divorce with Diana didn't go well, Diana didn't accept that I'm sued for divorce. Patience first yes, after this you can go back to the office."

Hufff, it's not important. Adifa did not continue to read any messages sent by Dirga, she turned off her phone and intended to go home. So korlap forever also he is not a problem, very lazy if you have to deal with Dirga.

Eleven o'clock after thirty minutes Adifa drove her vehicle with a mind that only focused on Mahawira who had no idea how she was doing at this time.

There was a small drizzle that Adifa realized when he saw the asphalt road slightly blackened because it was wet, making the atmosphere of the road that is usually not too quiet, so it feels quiet and cold through the cloth that covers Adifa's skin until it feels pierced to the bone. Adifa did not feel any awkwardness because for her this was common.

The two wheels that Adifa was driving began to pass through in a place that was quiet, left right of the road there was only a high guardrail of a warehouse, from afar Adifa saw someone wearing a hat sitting on his motorcycle with smoke billowing out of his mouth. When it was near Adifa mengklakson because he knew the figure. However ....

Brughhhhhhh

Sreettttttt

The two wheels rolled together with Adifa's body hitting the asphalt.

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Oh yes, I have not been clear that the Adifa company in import export activities plays the role of Freight forwatder. Where the role of Freight forwatder is important because it helps facilitate the export of imports themselves or referred to as third parties who help take care of customs.