MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
THE WINGED ANGEL IS BROKEN

"Huh."

Nia sighed while closing the refrigerator with her eel. Let alone chocolate milk, not even the waste of the sucker is in there. The refrigerator is completely empty. Nia misses Ushi's rich spice cuisine, but it's been four days for Ushi to be out of town, so there's nothing she can do but whine to ask Ushi to come home soon.

"Gofo*d bosen," murmured Nia. "It's a fix I have to go to the supermarket." Nia took a breath back.

After seducing her to change clothes, tie her hair and grab the shoes on the shelf, Nia set off for the supermarket. Although the distance of the supermarket and Nia's house is relatively close, it is still difficult to reach it on foot in this sunny afternoon. If only Ikbal did not go to the cafe to launch the mode at the cafe cashier which reportedly like a model.

" … So can't I go to the supermarket?"

"Can't not hanibaniswiti." Vina's voice was heard through a phone call. "Gue's busy neror the flower ******."

"Ah, that."

"OK-okay gini aja, ntar afternoon I to your house deh. All of you nginep."

"Jude."

"Semang*." Vina ended the call.

*Short for sister spirit.

Nia also again seduced herself to step towards the recut alley. There will be a loyal purple angkot waiting for anyone at the end of the back alley. So Nia just needs to keep stepping, ride the angkot, and rush to meet the trolley*. And succeed. Yes, Nia managed to seduce her feet to keep stepping and even got a seat in front.

*A tool to help transfer goods from one place to another in the operational activities of a company or shopping place such as self-service.

"Yo Zetindo*, Ketapang, Setu Market, Yo direct yo street."

*The name of the supermarket belongs to Zaim which has branches in Thailand, Singapore, Philippines and Myanmar. Zetindo is famous for being super complete, super hygienic, also super aesthetic.

"Yo Zetindo, Ketapang, Setu Market, Yo go straight yo." The driver kept repeating his words. "Yo Zetindo …"

After the famous angkot with the nickname of the flower widow was crowded with passengers, then the driver stepped on the gas. Nia daydreamed at the red traffic light, not realizing that the owner of the luxury car lined up right next to the flower widow was watching her. Al Hakam's. Yes, the owner of a beautiful plated luxury car is Al Hakam.

"I didn't expect it."

Spontan Hendri turned to the passenger seat in the back. "Sorry, Sir?"

Hakam appointed Nia. "Ituloh the boy. I didn't expect him to take public transport after going out with the brandal."

"Yes, too, sir. Though he can ride silver bird* every day."

*It's an executive taxi service. The vehicle used for this type of taxi is not arbitrary. Definitely luxurious and comfortable. The cars used in this service are Toyota Alphard and Mercedes-Benz C200.

"Eat it," Hakam replied. "I'm trying to get him where he's going."

"Good, sir."

Al Hakam luxury car also drove behind the widow of flowers. Hakam had thought that his prosecution was discovered because the widow of flowers suddenly pulled over on the shoulder of the road. But it seemed like Nia had reached her destination. Nia looks down with a pregnant woman who carries a lot of plastic groceries. Nia seemed to move very energetic to help the pregnant woman.

"That's what, Hen?"

"Lacking to know me, sir. But the wealth is only the passengers he helps" replied Hendri.

Hakam. "I want to make the brandal fool more and more the same Love. The boy is not a profit but a dapet brandal rich dapet him."

Hakam increasingly shook his head when he knew Nia's help to the pregnant woman apparently did not stop there. It looks like Nia crossed the pregnant woman across the street while taking over all her plastic groceries. Then not long ago, a man on a motorcycle who is the husband of the pregnant woman also came. The pregnant mother and her husband insist on giving Nia money but Nia runs away.

Hendri was silent, only glancing at Hakam through the glass.

"Don't know why every time I look at the face of the child, or his mother, or his family, I want Safi the killer" Hakam said. "I was initially interested in the boy."

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TING

The elevator door opened, and as it had gone by - though not often, Nisma, Zaim's secretary, appeared to be standing at the foot right in front of the elevator. Did Nia again skip school to visit him without notice? Wh-wh-what for? Could it be that today there is a viral Zaim news that escaped his monitoring? But if it wasn't for that, then for what? That is the question that continues to lash out at Zaim's mind since the figure of the secretary welcomed him in front of the elevator.

" … Ituloh, Sir, Deputy Principal of Mainstay of Example. Who some time ago spit out the same viral boyfriend Mr. .. Mr. Denar Djajadi."

Spontaneous Zaim stopped his rapid pace. "Who is he?"

"Alone, Sir." Nisma hurriedly took out a notebook along with a pen. "So there's a schedule you want to revise, don't you?"

Zaim nodded. "My next appointment will be tomorrow."

"Everything, Sir?"

"Yes" said Zaim. "I'm going to go straight to the field if he really says 'enough'."

"Sorry, Sir?"

Zaim turned to Nisma. "Don't let anyone in. Including my girlfriend." Zaim entered his room.

"Good, Sir.

CLAMPS

"Wait a long time, Mr Denar?"

Denar hurriedly moved. "It's okay, Mr. Zaim. It's a risk because I also came without notice."

Zaim loosened his tie. "So?"

"So why did Mr Zaim suddenly hit me?"

"Why then? Gabut* yes time."

*Gabut can be interpreted as someone who does not carry out his duties, but still receives a salary or eats a blind salary. In addition, gabut in a broader sense can also be interpreted to represent a state in which a person who is confused wants to do activities, but does not have a particular job.

"I'm sorry?"

"I like to hit people when they get angry, jeles, just join." Zaim took off his suit. "Oh, same people who don't get to the point, too."

Denar cleared his throat, "That time Mr Zaim once said if I could come here when? Now I'm coming."

"To say 'enough'?"

Denar. "Make my true story. Which Nia doesn't even know."

At first Zaim was disappointed that Denar had not come to ask for help as he predicted. But the statement Denar had just made, instantly treated Zaim's disappointment. Despite not hearing Denar's true story, Zaim somehow believes it is not a story that will be fun to hear. It might just be a story where the thread of destiny between Denar and Nia is connected, and it is true.

"I am the only person who knows Nia the most" Denar added.