Mirages
Keep away

In a taxi, Mira was sitting looking out. His hand was busy wiping away the tears that kept plunging freely on his cheek, even though he was with all his might holding it back.

"Breng! Why don't you stop!" his grunts in the middle of his cries.

Although tears melted on the cheeks, and the nose was already very reddened, but Mira did not want to let out her crying voice at all. The stubborn woman is very protective of her pride, so as never to fall in front of others, especially her opponents.

Although his body can not lie, but his lips continue to curse him who looks stupid, because crying for a foreign man who just a few days ago met him.

With puffy eyes, a reddened and slimy nose, and a shaky shoulders, but aunt Mira always cursed with her hands that continued to wipe the clear melts on her cheeks.

"Sickly tears*alan. Why not stop too!" it was with a voice that started to sound hoarse.

When struck by turmoil that greatly confused him, Mira remembered Thom, the man who had disappeared for days.

The middle-aged man no longer contacted him, even just to ask no news, let alone meet him.

Mira picks up the phone from inside her bag, and searches for Thom's contact number there.

He immediately pressed the green button, and waited for the connection to be connected.

The first call was connected, but Thom did not respond. Mira made another call. However, the second call, Thom's number was suddenly inactive.

"Sound! It was active, "murm Mira muttered while wiping the snot coming out of her nose.

The woman tried again to contact her male friend, who had accompanied and supported her life for the past four years, ever since she plunged into this sinful world of perversion.

However, it's the same. Thom's cell phone number is still inactive. Finally, Mira sends a chat message to Thom.

I need a billion dollars. Can you transfer it tomorrow?

Mira immediately pressed the send button.

He put his phone in his bag and looked out the window again. His mind was reminded of Lingga who continued to disturb him, as if deliberately wanting to get close to him.

"No! It won't be that easy. You who have made me this way, you who have planted hatred in my heart. Now, you want me to take your presence for granted?" inner Mira.

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In a tall building with sixty-nine floors, a middle-aged man was standing facing the outside, from inside his office.

He looked across the glass wall that blocked the office space and the air out there.

His hand was tightly gripping his smartphone which he had turned off a moment before. His face hinted at a longing and worry for something.

It was dark and time had shown at eleven o'clock in the evening. But the man was still lingering inside his office.

"Mr Thom, is there anything you need again?" ask a man who is none other than his private secretary.

The man who turned out to be Thomas turned around, and saw the secretary standing in the doorway.

"none. You can go home now!" yells.

"Good, Sir. Excuse me, then" said the secretary.

After the departure of his secretary, he walked to his desk and was about to take a suit that was draped behind the chair. He planned to leave that place and rest.

However, when he reached his desk, he was stung by the ringing of the phone in his pants pocket.

This is another phone, other than the one he had been holding and looking at.

He immediately shifted the green button to the right, and received the call.

"Hello, Mister. What's the matter with these calling nights? Is this about the ice lady?" ask Thom directly.

"Did he call you?" ask the person across.

"Yes, just now. But I immediately switched off the phone after the call stopped. Is there a problem on your first date, Mr Lingga?" thom asked his interlocutor, who turned out to be a Linga.

"I made a mistake by bringing up his past, and he got angry. He said he would pay a fine of one billion, and I'm sure he'd ask it from you, Mr. Thom," Lingga said.

"Hah .. didn't I say that he hated his past so much. Then, what should I do now, sir" asked Thom.

"alright. I'm putting Mira on you. Perhaps, I could no longer be close to him, and I was sure he would feel very lonely. So please, stay by his side, sir," Thom said.

"Just calm down, Mr. Thom. I'll always look after him, no matter what." The phallus then ended its call.

meanwhile, Thom, who was about to leave, now sits back in his chair, and rests his back while massaging the base of his nose.

"Hah .. All this because of soraya. I had to stay away from you for your safety, Mir. I'm sorry" murmured Thom, who couldn't seem to pour water from the corner of his eye.

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A woman wearing a pajama suit patterned on my little pony was seen descending from an online taxi.

He walked into the nightlife, with the name of a huge paradise fall inscribed on his front sign.

He walked in, and he paid no attention to the strange sight that people were throwing at him.

He headed to the front of the bar, which used to be his transit point before doing his job.

"Hah .. Give me a bottle of wishkey and ice," Pinta Wanita who is none other than Mira.

"Pppffl! Mir ... lu why change the form of a mamah gini child?" samuel asked who was aware of Mira's presence, with clothes that felt funny.

"Diem you, Sam. Ambilin is what I asked for," muttered Mira.

Samuel also did not dare to ask again, because he saw the spirit of Mira that was like an emotion. Women who always order drinks with a very mild alcohol content, this time ask for a very high.

A bottle of wishkey with a glass complete with stone ea in it, served on a bar table, right in front of Mira.

Samuel intended to open the bottle cap, but the woman immediately grabbed the bottle he was holding, just after the lid had been opened.

He immediately poured it into the glass, and gulped down the liquor with a single gulp.

"G …." Mira puts the glass on the table violently, and again grabs her wishkey bottle.

Unsatisfied, he swallowed it straight from the mouth of the bottle.

Samuel, seeing this, was astonished. The reason, Mira whom he had known all along was a woman who was so cold and flat. He was very rare, perhaps never even showing his true expression. Whether he was angry, happy, upset, sad, or whatever, he never showed it in front of others.

"It's so weird of him. Just this time he looked this confused. Is this because of his new VVIP guest?" samuel asked.

Mira continued to gulp down her drink, which instantly made her face red. The reaction of alcohol flowing in his blood, making his body instantly warm up, and interfere with the work of his brain and nerves.

After satisfied drinking to drunk, Mira then came down from her chair with a swing, as if her feet were not resting properly on the ground.

Mira struggled to walk, and even stood up she almost fell down many times, until a burly hand caught her staggering body and lifted her up.

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Mabok again! Mabok again ...😅othor again gaje, sorry✌

Mira : thor, how am I lifted directly from kema kek sack rice?😒

othor: meneketehe🤨

Mita: kan elu othornya😒

othor :kan yangkat elu 😏, si anu

Mira : pan elu nulis, sableng🙄 base

ah already ah, yuk like and comment below😊don't forget my shamanh in the event mager up ya😆