Mrs. Cute Alshaf's
Balcony and crescent moon
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“Ca, ca! Please listen to me ..” Although I have turned the tone of my voice, which Eca wants to stop from her activities or just glance.
The woman, who is only 3 years older than me, is focusing on white and blue maps. His eyes scrutinized every letter per letter in it and then crossed out a few things with a pencil.
“Huft.” If this is how I can't bother him. So, I slowly stirred myself up from the carpet, and then swung my feet to the floor of the room. Letting Eca still finish her work in the middle room there.
In the stillness of the minimal room for goods, I sat on the balcony chair, which gave a direct view of the shining crescent moon. Is beautiful. All around the moon was stranded many flickering stars.
While enjoying the cool and beautiful atmosphere of the city of Jakarta, my mind looked up to the incident a few hours ago while at the restaurant.
When told, nothing special. I was more silent when Eca, Zaki and Alshaf exchanged jokes, or life stories.
I got confused myself, since when can an Eca Asrifa get close to a new person so quickly. In the past, when I first became his manager, Eca had to approach almost 3 years and finally we could be this familiar.
“Any.” Thought. Then stretch the sore muscles. “Cape really, god.” After the low-volume speech was delivered, I was willing to close both eyes.
Warming myself with both hands because I only wear a thin shoulder shirt.
Buccancy
“The fuck—“
“What? I threw it so you wouldn't get cold. Wear aja.”
“L-Lo!” this is really not a made-up surprise, but real as it is when looking at the neighboring balcony, there is the face of Alshaf plastered. “Ngapain is here?” aska.
So casually the man stayed on his balcony leaning against the wooden barrier, and looked at me so deeply.
Didn't answer my question at all. And instead inhaled the vape he brought from his levis pants pocket.
“Ck basic!” He wanted to grumble more because the smoke he inhaled and released through his mouth was floating in the air and then about my sense of smell. But not so, because the smoke is smelled like strawberry flavor – fruit of infidelity.
So I let it go, and looked back at the sky.
I shake lazily. He will answer because the other half is in front of me. Stale hah!
“Because the moon is again in the alternation phase. Usually at the beginning of the month, the crescent moon will be faintly seen by humans because it is not exposed to sunlight,” I speakless will answer. I saw him pausing his sentence because he inhaled something similar to that cigarette. I snorted in annoyance as he smiled his smile after successfully removing smoke from both his nose and mouth. “Over time its sunlight will still hit also to the moon. Which finally, make us can clearly see the perfect shape of the crescent moon itself.”
He suddenly faced me back after consciously speaking only focused on looking at the sky. “Do not rush to be perfect. The crescent moon must wait for months to be seen perfectly as human, let alone us?” I frowned, confused. “Context, what is this talk of lo?”
The distance of the balcony in the apartment that was not too far away, and I who sat close to him made Alshaf so easy to reach my arm. I wanted to pull back my left hand that was held and stretched out, but was held back when the fingers were bigger than me it gently rubbed the knife incisions in my back arm.
His eyes are staring at me. “Tomorrow want to come to painsuft? We buy painting tools, paint the same color as the canvas. So if you are sad, angry, or happy even though, you can picture as you like there,” I turn to look the other way, damn why suddenly the atmosphere becomes mellow like this?
“Mrs. Cute, hands as pretty as this, baby in the picture. Not exciting too, the color that comes out is just red.” My chin was suddenly held back and moved back, facing his face. “Later tomorrow afternoon, I am samper here huh? Now it's time to go to bed. Good night.” Continue, with the end of a ignorant smile like a crocodile man.
It sucks! Why can I be easily deceived like this by a man like Alshaf who I convinced his women scattered all over Indonesia. This time, I got up from my seat, threw back the blanket he had thrown at me. And immediately went into the room, ignoring all the more mishaps that were interpreted as a snub from the man's mouth.
Ting
I reopen the phone I wanted on the charger, and look at the contents of the message that came.
+62 620 672 9821
Titip, you sleep well. If you want a good dream, I ask God to come to your dream now.
Again, good night, Mrs. Cutely.
“Agrh! Crazy, this guy has a rich mental disorder. Hua ... Why am I so easily lied to? Why does he have my number?”
After those annoyed roars, I decided to close my eyes immediately.
But only a few minutes later I reopened it. Pray and go back to sleep. But the dream I saw came back the same.
“God ... why kabulin the will of the rich man Alshaf anyway?”
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