MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
SPECK OF LIGHT

Seen luxury sedan owned by Zaim out of the cemetery area, and drove at high speed into the toll direction of Jakarta. Along the way to his next destination, Zaim was unrelenting. Whether widened in shame after being caught wet laughing himself or widened because Nia continues to throw a variety of questions that slender his sanity, Zaim really has no response other than to open up.

" … Seriously, I'm the nanya. It was right at the tomb that you laughed at who you were."

Zaim wiped his gel tears. "I like that."

"Omg-lp. Do you like to talk to yourself?" Nia shaking. "can't. Don't care if you're handsome, have torn bread, and can buy the law, I can't continue the relationship with a sad person."

Zaim's laughter broke again. "The strength of each pilgrimage, I miss Zain is getting more and more. I love talking to him again. It's only Zain you who can make me comfortable talking, who can make me laugh."

Nia did not immediately respond, there was a slight feeling of guilt tickling her heart. "Mmm, yes, mmm, I also like it again for the pilgrimage to Dad's grave. But not as rich as you were."

Zaim only laughed in response to Nia, while fixing his sitting position, preparing to overtake slow cars that drove in the fast lane.

"Btw, is it really okay for you to go on a pilgrimage to Dad's grave?"

"Emang why?" Zaim threw a question at Nia.

"Far away from his grave. In my old home. You'll have a meeting tomorrow morning."

"Nobody's in the tomb, right?"

"Huh?"

Again Zaim laughed, and more fun to laugh when he saw Nia put on a nano-nano face. Yes, Nia and Zaim's next destination is the tomb of Nia's father, Burhan. Burhan was buried in his homeland in the west of Jakarta. When the muzzle of Zaim's luxury car entered the gate that read WELCOME ON RT 007, one by one the citizens began to scatter. Zaim didn't care, just reduced his steering speed.

"Would you meet Dad?"

"Such an owner, dear*," Zaim replied to Nia.

*An honor, dear.

Zaim was seen chatting with Burhan after the prayer session, and asked Nia to take over. Zaim then walked quite far from the tomb, uncomfortable to hear the cries of restrained Nia, was not comfortable to see the residents of Rt 007 who jostled peek. A middle-aged man who was none other than the Chairman of Rt 007, immediately walked half-running towards Zaim when he knew Zaim was walking towards him.

"Mas Zaim."

Zaim only shook the hand of Chairman Rt 007.

"I'm Salih, Mas. Chief Rt here," added Salih. "Please be advised, my people love kepo. But if I don't. I actually have the same needs as Dek Nia."

"Sampein to me."

"Can't, Mom. Must be sipped to Deck Nianya directly. I promise it."

"I am his girlfriend. Her husband candidate. So you want me to take it with him or me."

"Oh well, Mas. So gini, last week Miss Nila called me. Nanyain hpnya number New Nia Deck. You see, Ms. Nila said she had been calling Dek Nia many times but she said her number was not registered. And then Miss Nila also sent an email but not bales."

Zaim gave a rough sigh. "What do you keep answering?"

"Yes I said don't know because I don't have a phone number Dek Nia."

Zaim turned to Nia who seemed to be walking towards him, then turned to look at Mr. Rt. "Daddy want some money?"

"Yes? Yes, dong Mas. In this difficult time, no one wants money."

"But there are conditions." Zaim approached Mr. Rt, whispering, "So Nia's mother nelfon again and she's talking about Nia, saying I don't know. Your citizens may also participate if you accept my terms."

Mr. Rt nodded repeatedly with an enthusiastic face. "Ready, Mas, ready. I'll take it to my people right now."

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BUGS

"Again, Sir. Sa–"

BUGS

"Non't my goodness, the answer is. But the identity of the guy in this photo." Bastian attached a bloodied photograph to the face of the victim of his fist.

"My oath is not ta–"

BUGS

"Cowok in this photo put on your jacket. You don't know." Bastian pulled the gun out of his shirt. "I can make you a fugitive curanmor suspect. It just so happens that no one knows his face. If you look at your stature, it looks like sa-"

"Yoshi, Sir. Yoshi. The guy in the picture is called Yoshi." The man in his early twenties was prostrating on Bastian.

"From the cake." Bastian crouched down in front of the battered man. "Now any story about Yoshi."

"He's my friend, sir. Her side job is selling herself on m*chat... Love her regulars."

"Where is Yoshi now?"

The battered man shook his head. "She's suddenly on college leave, sir."

"Early context?"

"Often, Sir. In addition to our department also one department in BEM." The battered man was silent for a moment. "That context he said he wanted to leave because he was taught Love to Europe. But emang Kasih-kasih is actually his ex-love Pak Al Hakam who has ketring diet number sa–"

"I'm the only one who can do it" interrupted Bastian for the millionth time. "Certain again everything you know. Want it about Kasih or Yoshi. Tell me if you want to be free."

The battered man simply nodded repeatedly in response to Bastian. According to the confession of the man who majored in English literature, Yoshi often uploads his togetherness with Kasih on instagr*m, although the face of Kasih is almost always hidden with cherry blossom emojis. From day to day Yoshi's upload is getting vulgar. One day, Yoshi even uploaded a test pack showing a red two line against the background of a naked woman's back.

"When did Yoshi post that?"

"It's a long time ago, sir. The rich times of ospek. About half a year ago? I forgot, sir," replied the battered man.

"Let me instagr*mnya Yoshi now."

"Udah erased, sir. It's been a long time."

"Damn it!" bastian in the Heart. "Other than you know?"

"Emily."

"Who did you say?"

"Emily, Sir. Yoshi the same Kasih is always ugly-ugly girl whose name is Emily. They said … "

Bastian's heart rang out more than the Kumari Kandam battleground as he prepared to fight Sanjeev Rajak, and increasingly sounded excited when the stinky child kencur on his fist said that the woman named Emily who referred to Yoshi and Kasih was a prominent airline stewardess. Emily is touted as a destroyer of people's households and even a demon disguised as a human who could kill an innocent baby just for the love of a married man.

" … Emily who made Love cheating and miscarriage de–"

Bastian suddenly moved. "wait around. Meaning miscarriage? How did Yoshi Kasih ever get pregnant?"

"Don't know about that, sir. All I know is, now Kasih must be pregnant with her son Yoshi.

DEG