MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
TRANSLUCENT!

The car brakes that were stepped on suddenly instantly made a creaking sound that provoked foul words. And even more disturbing, the driver parked his car right in front of the hospital entrance. Of course, everyone is willing to understand, but is there no limit? Not enough with the sound of the brakes disturbing and parking carelessly, the driver of the car in the form of fresh bread was even running around wearing only hotel bathing suits. Just incredible!

"Mr, my son. His name is Ikbal, Ikbal Navarro. He said he was treated here. What's the room number, ma'am?"

The woman in the dark yellow uniform panicked. "Patient named Ikbal Navarro treated in room number 1089 da–"

"Thank you" Ushi sela.

Ushi rushed towards the room where Ikbal was being treated. Ikbal almost never hurts, but once he gets sick, it is always worrying. It had been two days for Ikbal to wear patient clothes, but it was only today that Nia gave Ushi news. Ushi knew what Nia meant because the girl had memorized her character. If told Ikbal was treated right on the day H, Ushi would have immediately planted gas into Jakarta. Just natural. Indeed, which mother will still eat satay maranggi when she gets news of her son falling from the first floor?

BRACKET

"Oh, sorry-sorry sa–, uh, Zaim huh? Zaim Alfarezi isn't it? Oh my goodness I ngefans loh."

Zaim smiled as he helped Ushi stand up. "Are you okay?"

"It's okay. Sorry I was in a hurry. I was speeding from the top because my son was sick. Keep my daughter who is a girl who is guarding alone, and from now on I am looking for room 1089 no see you. Kaya mbakannya wrong to tell the number of his room deh." Ushi looked over here.

"Room 1089 is on the 10th floor. You just go up to the 10th floor and keep looking for room number 89."

"That's yeah. Pantes from earlier I saw the number of his room was only dozens. Thanks yeah. I really want to take pictures but geez, I don't know where. Duh, let alone hp, put on a shirt I forgot." Ushi laughing. "That's what I am first. Sorry again."

Zaim only nodded in response to Ushi, and slowly but surely, his steps moved without command following Ushi who was walking half-run towards the elevator. Seen from the window of the 1089 room door, Ushi hugged and kissed Ikbal and Nia alternately. The three seemed to chat while crying, even while reciprocating the loving touch. Zaim was still standing in his place, not planning to go anywhere until before Nia came out of the room.

"Where was that? Oh this." Nia muttered as she read an article on her phone. "So yes, his brother Zaim Alfarezi died in a plane crash. Kasian very body belom found until now tu–"

"Well, I'll see you."

Nia jumped to find a heavy sound following a hot breath that paused her serious reading activities.

"Don't read the article the author wrote. He's a famous drama" Zaim added.

"When has Brother been here?"

"Since ten minutes ago."

"Well?" ask Nia again.

"Take a step. You've been here since when?"

"That's three days."

"Why not know sa–, meaning Duplicate L.K?"

"Look off. He could send a doctor from abroad."

Zaim laughing. "Where are you going?"

"Home home asked to get a Auntie's change of clothes." Nia waved her hand at Zaim. "It's me first, brother."

"Wait."

Spontaneous Nia turned to face Zaim.

"Let me anther," Zaim added.

"No need, brother. I've been pesen ojek."

"But you should go home with me. How do you tell me?"

"You know what, brother?"

Zaim did not reply immediately, only staring at Nia occasionally. "We're unidirectional. So let's go home with him."

"Since when is Jaksel the same Jaktim in the same direction?"

Zaim laughed again, but this time while moving his sex fingers to remove one button after another shirt he wore.

"Why brother?"

"Say you want to see torn bread?"

Nia was about to give a rejection answer, but for God's sake, the plump ripped bread neatly lined up down there instantly made Nia lose the series of words of rejection.

"That, ja–"

"Diem." Zaim suddenly wrapped his shirt around Nia's waist.

"That, ka–"

"What's? Translucent? Who?" Nia reflexes touching her ass. "Wat to the fak," Inner Nia. "Mmm so this is not translucent. You see, this is the date. Yeah, so this must be it."

"That?"

"Yes it, Brother. Mmm, a hemorrhoid?"

Zaim threw his face away, holding back a laugh. "Okay, whatever's important now you have to go home." Zaim took Nia.

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BRACKET

"Crazy. I'm fucking crazy. Why say hemorrhoid anyway. It's worse than a translucent sheen." Nia hit her mouth repeatedly, while opening the door of her room slightly.

Seen from where Nia peeked, Zaim was standing looking around the house, standing just wearing jeans. That's vivid. Because at this time Zaim's clothes are being used as a replacement for pads. Nia hurriedly took off the blue shirt, and found a lot of red spots there. It is not wrong to come by the moon, nor is it Nia's fault. Everything was wrong Ikbal. Busy to calm the delirious Ikbal every night, Nia forgets the day, forgets the date, and forgets if the discomfort she has felt over the past few days is not due to fatigue but the alarm comes months.

"Wash. A wash spout." Nia ran into the bathroom. "The shirt has to get rich again or I have to work in ind*maret to buy the same shirt. Point," murmured Nia who was busy smearing the silk shirt with makeup soap. "wait. Why not just laundry?"

Nia was busy cleaning Zaim's shirt, until she didn't realize that an hour had passed. Crazy one! Letting guests wait for an hour without first being invited to sit, drink, and even get a change of clothes? As soon as Nia regained consciousness, she came straight out of the room, and still found Zaim standing with his sexual aura spilling over. Nia ran into Ikbal's room, scrambling the contents of his closet to find the right clothes for his guests who missed sexy. Be able. But unfortunately the fitting clothes are Ikbal's favorite clothes that only worn on valentin day.

"Sister, put this on."

Zaim immediately wore a hoodie belonging to Ikbal. "Over time you saw my torn bread."

Nia cleared her throat, "What do you want to drink, sister?"

"How do you tell me to sit down first?"

"Oh yes really. Sit, brother, sit." Nia sat down. "So what's the drink, brother?"

"Ice water can."

Spontaneous Nia moving. "Okay, Brother."

"Eat can be."

Nia undoes her intention of opening the refrigerator door, and slowly turns to Zaim. "Mie's okay, brother?"

"But use the same raw egg a lot."

"No, how rich someone is." Nia grumbled softly.

"I'm horrified loh."

"Huh?" Nia shaking. "No, Brother. It means okay ready I make. Noodles right? Pake telor same rawit a lot. That's easy, mah. Just relax, brother."

"OKAY. By the way, how is your relationship the same Duplicate L.K?"

"Good dong, brother."

Zaim smiled. "What do you like about him?"

"Mmm Duplicate L.K is care, mature, exciting, and my savior."

"Savior?"

Nia nodded without stopping her bustle of slicing crab. "Since my father died, I felt like I was missing something vital in me. I don't know what it is but Duplicate L. K. Rich ngebalikin it a little."

"Emotions. Maybe you lost it."

Nia's impetuous movement of slicing ten pieces of cayenne pepper began to slow down.

"I've also lost my emotions since my brother died." Zaim moved on, continuing his activities of looking around the house. "Laughter if around laughing, crying around crying, and diem if around diem, walopun just pretend. Because no one can make me show emotions as honest as my brother. Until I met him," added Zaim.

"Who is he, brother?"

Zaim smiled as he looked at the portrait of Nia's seventeenth birthday celebration. "My girlfriend."

"Omg-lp. So my sister has a boyfriend. Who, Brother? The artist? The model? A selebgram? Or entrepreneurs too?"

"Schooler."

Spontaneous Nia smothering her mouth. "Omg so Sister is dating an onion."

"It is not an onion if it is translucent. Aye right?"

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