Mrs. Cute Alshaf's
Hugs from a stranger

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I just sat my ass in front of the minimarket, the phone I should have turned off was ringing. Disappointed I picked up the call from a contact named Deril's brother. “What?”

“Abang told your manager, you are again in the restaurant of Zafa. Brother wants to ask for help,”

“Bang Del, I just returned to Indonesia, loh ... time has been told again?” my question is really inexhaustible in the way of my brother's only thought.

“Take your brother's car in the workshop next to the restaurant. Just tell me brother's name, he'll give you the key.” The answer that didn't answer my question at all. “Bang I'm mal—“

“There are advantages for you. You so do not have to pay a taxi again, just walk the doang car, continue to be free to go anywhere. Careful. Relax already paid.”

Tut

And that Deril just shut it down. Oh my god .. Today my emotions are completely toyed with. Although ogah, but my feet still stepped closer to the workshop which fortunately faced each other. Separated only by the highway.

Like a bum doesn't have a home. I was standing on the side of the road still with my peach suitcase. Waiting for the streets to be quiet so I can be invited to cross. Gotchas! No vehicles have passed, and this is a sign that I can pass through this paved road.

I casually drank the milk box purchased at the minimarket. When one more step will come out of the highway zone, the motor passed so fast right next to me. Which makes a drum of used rain splashed a lot into my toad pants and a limited edition jacket I just bought two days ago. Goddamnit!

Tears will fall from my eyes, but I still try to hold it and immediately enter the workshop that many people. I stepped up to the cashier's desk, and asked about the vehicle's carrying. Then I was directed to a father. This father also seems to be busy with the car he is repairing. “Excuse me, sir,”

“Why?”

“You grab the car on behalf of Deril jewaki.” My speech. “Oh this, mbak.” I immediately took the key that he presented. And after being appointed a car where I immediately get into the steering chair. And run it out.

Today is the day I hate the most. If you know this, I do not have to rush a songwriting job with the aim of being able to return to Indonesia without a contract with the singers.

I also don't need to buy the cooking items that Zafa needs. Or, ask for the singer's signature for Nela. Angry, upset, disappointed. The emotions that I had been holding back from now on I overflowed by shouting, crying and ending with me hitting the steering wheel.

I don't know how much wrong I was with Nela that she took Zafa. And Zafa's. I can't stay silent after being betrayed by this sick man. Zafa should know if he's wrong to have played around with a vengeful woman like me.

Without me knowing the tears had already broken so hard on my cheeks, it even managed to remove the white liquid from my nose. I saw the sky ahead, it was already dark.

Tin ... Tin ...

I looked to the right side. There's a red car. My forehead frowned as the driver of the car lowered his window and said to tell me to pull over. If this means good, I am currently in need of a samsak to vent emotions.

So, without fear I set aside my beloved brother's car to the side of the road which was fortunately deserted. I got out of the door, when the man knocked on the glass. “What?” ask soon.

“Our car was switched, the fathers had a wrong key,” He said.

“Bene? I want to hit people today. And you could be the target if you deceive me.”

“Iya. I'm serious.” The hand of the veined man suddenly thrust out a business card. “Warranty if I lie.” He said again, and this time I unlocked the key that was attached from the car and gave it to this man I saw his name, Alshaf.

He also gave me a key. I nodded then walked over to the car parked behind, the former being driven by Alshaf. I didn't run the four-wheeled vehicle I was working on, and chose to wait for Alshaf's car to leave first.

More want to make sure again, I open the dashboard of my brother's car. My eyes narrowed slightly when I found an invitation paper and some polaroid photos. The sad feeling that had been almost a long way, now turned back and entered into the cavity of feeling.

Launching the seeds of water that came out profusely from both eyes. My shoulders trembled, for the sadness this time I did not roar and only cried bitterly. Just imagine, the invitation was a wedding invitation between Zafa and Nela. But the point of his sadness is not there, but rather in his polaroid photographs.

There is a portrait of Zafa and Nela celebrating Zafa's birthday a few months ago which is where at that time Zafa is difficult for me to contact and say if he has an event with his cousins. I foolishly believe. Then in the second photo, Ada Nela kisses Zafa right on the lips against the background of the eiffel tower. Goddamn bum! That's my dream country if it's gonna honeymoon later.

And the last photo .. shows a picture of a fetus that seems to be a corn because I have not found where the body or head is. But there it says if it's Zafa and—'s baby

Gts ... Gts ...

“Can open moment, your suitcase missed.”

Ah yes, so sad I forgot my beloved suitcase is still asleep neatly under the car trunk belonging to Alshaf. I immediately removed the traces of tears on the face even though it still left the nose and the two eyes were reddish. “Oh, yes sori forgetfulness.” I said without daring to raise my face to him.

When my hand was about to pull the suitcase from Alshaf's hand unexpectedly Alshaf pulled my chin up so that our faces were now facing each other. “Awas!” I quickly regained my senses and brushed off Alshaf's obstructing arm.

“Are you okay?” But he seemed to give no way and instead asked me something a little sensitive. Really, I don't know but from a long time ago every sad and suddenly there are people who ask ‘lo well, right?’ or ‘Why cry?’ after that believe without being prevented my tears will flow immediately.

I was holding back this second so I wouldn't cry. “Need hug? Promise, I'm not ca—“

Bugs

Damnit. I went straight into Alshaf's arms. Hugged her tightly and cried loudly. The sky that was cloudy now even lowered the spatter that was getting bigger and bigger. When I was about to regain consciousness and prepare to pull the body from Alshaf's unrequited embrace.

The man I am charismatic with opened the umbrella holder and covered us both. Then his idle left hand, carried my body back into his warm body, and stroked the back covered with a jacket. “All must be well, i’m here for you.” Whisper and instantly break my crying back.

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