My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
The Midnight Ruckus

“Who's messing with you? See ...,” Excel points out his gauze-patched outer arm in front of Naja's eyes, thus making Naja's face backward. “... My clothes are also torn like this!” excel's head is pointing to the side where his shirt is

slouching in the corner under the bed.

Just trailing where Excel's vision boils, his long shirt does look dirty with blood spots and brownish-colored stains. Naja's hand is outstretched

grab that shirt and spread it out. “You've played what, anyway, until it's dirty

like?” nagel Naja. He shifted the young ash shirt to the side so that he would be free

scolding Excel.

Excel slammed with a nod to Naja's accusations, “You almost really became a widow tonight, if I don't make it out of the flood that inundated the basement of the mall parking lot.” Excel spray. Yes ... Excel was with friends during his college days

I was abroad this afternoon. And true, he forgot the promise he had

send it to Naja this afternoon so fun together at the reunion. Until the day changed, he remembered his promise. He completely forgot

everything, even he forgot to bring his phone. Go home soon, Excel

the new one realized the rain was pouring down, so surprised when

found the underground parking lot has been submerged in water. He even helped

evacuate some people trapped there. His arm was scratched by a nail

which was sticking out of one of the broken ladder dividers that made his arm was injured.

Naja frowning, “You're so excited about shopping and hanging out with your friends that you forgot to pick me up?” naja's eyes are full again, remember how scared he was

walking alone under the lightning strike and heavy rain, also anxiety when waiting for the arrival of this man who never returned home.

“Not so. .. I don't intend to completely forget my promise, but really I—“

“Can't remember?” sahut Naja was quick and snorted cynically. It's the same, Cel, Naja's inner.

Excel republished. Yes ... do not intend to forget but fall asleep. The man's thin lips

bitten inside, kelu, “We go home just .. I'm fine.”

Excel pulled his body out of bed. Half forced, he stuffed his feet into shoes that were also no less dirty than his clothes. It's a little uncomfortable due to wetness

and mud coming in. The man's hand reached out to grab the shirt that was still there

in the power of Naja. Little trouble Excel removing the attached clinic shirt

on her body, so that makes Naja's hand can not be silent to help her husband

that's. Be careful, Naja take off his shirt and replace it with a dirty shirt and the bulukan. Naja's lips itched not to let out her scolding.

“Already know the situation like this, why instead ask me to come immediately ... without

tell me everything you need. It even makes me panic not because.” Tones

the nyolot and upset voice made Excel develop a smile

cryptically. Just busy hooking buttons that have partially disappeared. How important

the incident that hit him earlier? The smell of carnation so disturbed the smell of Naja.

She stopped the movement of her hand and looked up at her husband, “Top this shirt can't?” He pointed to the clinic clothes on the bed. Concerned

I saw the straying of her husband's clothes.

“If made possible, it may be ...,” Excel comes out from behind the curtain and meets

the nurse guards the front of this spacious room, not how long she has been

go back and get Naja to change his clothes. Ribet.

Before long, they were ready to leave the ER room, Naja dumped her husband's clothes into a garbage basket not far from the exit. However, Excel still held back his steps in front of the nurse's desk muttering something.

“What else is it?” ask Naja who has come back to Excel. She stared alternately at her husband and the nurse writing something down on the paper.

roll out a paper, “... here's the prescription drug.” And followed him with a tight

others with writings that cannot be read at all.

Excel nodded and dragged Naja—'s hands jerking but not rude— left this room.

“Na ... pay this bill, yes ...,” Excel moves that paper into Naja's hands,

as they walked down the long hallway to the pharmacy.

“Where is the money?” naja's hand rests in front of Excel's chest while it still continues

facing forward while continuing to step.

“Use your money first, later I change when it reaches home.”

His steps stopped suddenly. To make it almost toppled so surprised, “What money? I'm here reckless capital, just a pound ... cell ...,” Naja's voice choked when he fingered the back pocket of the pants he was wearing. I put it here?

Naja's eyeballs are breaking, he also forgets his cell phone.

“Why phone?”

“Mampus I ...,” grumbled Naja while patting his forehead, “Mung-kin ...,” Naja raised his eyeballs up, “.... left in car—“ not ... he did not remember at all if he still carried the phone when he got into Ai's car.

Excel was still waiting for the answer that came out of his wife's lips. “But Cel ..

here don't bring wallet.”

“Makanya use your phone ...,” fast Excel. He still looked at Naja. “Don't tell me because of panic you forgot where your phone is now?”

Naja's face repulsed in fear, hesitating, his head nodding, thus making Excel drop his shoulders limp. “You left your phone somewhere, could it be at home, the cab you were riding in here, or it could have crashed when you got into the ER, and it happens now when we need it?”

Naja lowered his head and slightly turned his head when Excel gushed him with a barrage of accusations. His eyes were hot and full again. Not because of his cell phone, but because of his carelessness. She had to remember this when she heard that her husband was in an emergency. He peeked timidly at Excel who still had not dampened his anger.

“Now look for ways how can we get home from here?” connect Excel still with mounting anger.

Excel turns his hair back, telling Riko to take care of the car and neglecting her, because he thinks Naja will come with what he has

require. Excel borrowed a nurse's phone who kindly lent him a cell phone

to contact Riko and ... Excel bit his lips when he realized he was too

yang told the nurse not to say anything to Naja other than to say that she was in a clinic.

Naja thought for a moment before running with a pile of tears that had been spilled on his cheeks. What

is it wrong to worry too much and forget something? What is wrong with it because

unable to digest more deeply what he heard and what he saw? Isn't that

it is enough to see and hear what is in front of your eyes and

what goes into the ear?

“Ai .. please lend me money ... and take us home.” Sergeh Naja even before Ai said a question from his mouth.

Kening Ai wrinkled, “Slow-slow, Na ...,” pinta Ai soft.

“Quick, Ai ...,” cut Naja impatient. Between upset and pain hear Excel scream

makes his body shake violently.

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