MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
PETRIFIED RAT TOYS

CLAMPS

The bedroom door without lighting was opened, and the careful steps of a woman carrying a tray containing a glass of milk and an egg sandwich finally stopped by the bedside. The woman in the pregnant woman's dress opened the room curtains little by little, after placing a tray on the table beside the bed. The woman smiled, along with the piercing sunlight teasing the peaceful sleeping figure, Zaim.

"Good morning." The woman kissed Zaim's forehead.

Spontaneous Zaim opened his eyes, spontaneously sighing. "I just got back, and just got to bed."

"i know's. But I can't tell you." The woman, Kasih, offered Zaim a glass of milk. "You only come home once a few months. But coming home just sleeps all day. Ntar's turn to be literate just watch the boxing re-broadcast. Keep time for me and make our child-to-be when to try?"

Zaim refused to respond, sipping only a little warm milk, and intended to pull back the blanket.

"I don't want to know. From today every time you go home to work, I'll take all the time you make me and our future son." Love turns to thrusting a sandwich plate.

"Taro is there. I'll eat it later. Now I really want to sleep."

"Segigit is okay too. Pricein me dong. I woke up early to make you eat breakfast. Hm?"

"OK," Zaim replied as he opened his mouth, forced to accept a sandwich from Love.

"Thank you, sweetie." Love kisses the cheek of Zaim. "Now you can sleep. But later if you wake up I control ya?"

"okay." Zaim pulled the blanket.

"Oya wait, I want to ask you to hide. I heard from Emily you didn't take European flight routes anymore. Is everything good?"

"I'll answer you later. Now I sleep first. Just a minute."

Love smiles. "noted. Sleep well, hubby."

Kasih got out of bed after cleaning up the rest of Zaim's breakfast, then rushed out of the industrial-style room after closing the curtains. However, the waist-haired woman's cautious steps came to a halt when she accidentally saw Zaim's flaming phone. At first Kasih did not heed, but Zaim's phone continued to turn on, indicating if there was a call or a short message from someone who might be an emergency.

Love thinks it might also be a message or a call from Emily, a flight attendant who has been considered her husband like a younger sibling. And the Dutch Javanese woman reflexively grabbed Zaim's phone, wiped his screen, and found five short messages from the sender named Maeve. It was not an ordinary message, even though the sender only pinned five heart stickers. Moreover, Kasih believes Maeve is not the husband's co-worker.

"No way," murmured Kasih.

The fingers of Love move presumptuously to obey his curiosity that is getting hotter. The screen of the keyless phone was re-wiped, and soon, Kasih opened the message that had just entered. Aghast love, even almost lost balance of his footing if only his hands are not alert to seek restraint. It turned out to be true, Maeve was not Zaim's co-worker, and more correctly, it was a woman's name.

Love is still mumbling, "I won't let you know."

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The puff of e-cigarette smoke that was dancing behind the biology lab seemed to be getting thicker, thicker, as if deliberately challenging the wrath of school guards who are famous for being vigilante and or teachers who often take shortcuts to the rice pecel canteen. Three boys, including Ikbal, are racing to spread sweet fragrances to every corner of the school while discussing viral topics over the past few days.

"No, Bal?" Esa, Ikbal's friend, has asked the same question for the fourth time.

Ikbal was still reluctant to make a sound, but his puff was not as vigorous as before.

"That's true. His father was Nia Koid. Kan abis wares make pesugihan his father Nia sick. Well, he can't continue to grow tuh, finally he's the one who became the victim. That's what people say," said another friend of Ikbal, Falah.

"Kasian is also Nia. Ever since a schoolgirl knew she was the son of a meatball who viral gegara took the pesugihan, she became shunned. Buy a drink ampe can not he. Ma'am canteen follow meelin da–"

"Who's the big one?" sela Ikbal on Falah.

Spontaneous Ikbal's two friends in the womb threw away his gaze, and racing to beat his throat even though no female teacher bok*ng who was passing in front of them.

Ikbal. "Kinan's work is certain. That girl can't be calm on her rich face what is it?"

"Eh, Bal? Where are you going?"

"Where else is anjir. Nyamperin. Continues diputusin. Keep on connecting tomorrow." Falah chuckled.

"Still mending break up from you who just keep people's soulmates." Esa chuckled, while walking around Ikbal. "Bal, come, Bal."

"The monkey." Falah's going after Ikbal.

Ikbal's steps felt very heavy, like they were filled with anger. No, not anger related to feelings of love or the like but rather to feelings of unworthiness. Yeah, like that. The feeling Ikbal now felt was exactly like when the neighbors around suspected the mother of being a council member's mistress. But the increasingly heavy step was stopped, because the atmosphere in front of the female toilet that seemed unusual. Ikbal and his friends turned right.

"What's up?"

"Your girl, Bal, again ngisengin Nia using rat toys," replied one of the male students.

Spontaneous Ikbal banged on the toilet door that was locked from inside it. "Woy! Kinan! Open what cave break you! You're crazy, aren't you?"

There was no response, nor did the key to the toilet open. But the sound of crying began to faintly sound from inside the toilet. And everyone including Ikbal, was sure that the owner of the cry was Nia.

"Angyr. Kinan, open! You've missed anjir! Open what cave broke?"

Yet still. There's no answer no matter how hard Ikbal tries to bluff. Even the originally faint-sounding crying voice was now starting to sound clear.

"Damn." Ikbal put up the horses, steadily broke down the toilet door.

BRACKET

The toilet door was opened, after Ikbal repeatedly broke into it. But for whatever sake, the scene that was now presented before everyone's eyes was really very far from the shadows. Kinan looked curled up in the corner with his body shaking violently. Meanwhile, Nia, standing right in front of Kinan while holding a wc brush decorated with something deep brown that immediately gave off an unpleasant aroma when faintly blown by the wind.

"Tuh, your prince has come." Nia lowered the wc brush. "Sono. Do I want to write this again?" asked Nia while lifting the handle of the brush again.

Kinan hesitated, but soon moved away from Nia and intended to approach the lover. But of course Ikbal following all the audience immediately scattered in all directions to avoid Kinan whose uniform was filled ta*. Right, ta*. More precisely ta* human who is still a mystery about its ownership.

"Mom, why are you running?"

"Yes the bego. Body lu ta*i all. Sonoo-sono. Sono no?" Ikbal pelted Kinan with everything.

"You're evil, Bubu. You said it's hard we'll pass it together."

"No tah*i is also anjir!" exclaim Ikbal. "Sono the cave says! Sono no?"