My husband Brondong
Sketches Similar to Him

After mom left. Me and Mira chatted in the room while discussing what I was going to do and how I was going to live my days and my family, she said, where we were going to stay and many of the questions Mira asked as her worries. I explained everything to Mira, so that she no longer looked as worried as before, because she knew the price of the ICU room per day could be tens of millions not including the drugs. "Hopefully papa won't be in a coma for long, because it will definitely cost a lot" I muttered as I heard Mira.

"If you need my help, you should not hesitate to say it". Mira heard my mutter while embracing my shoulder.

"By the way any way bus way (#read: by the way) you have finished doing the task of making clothes with a modern traditional theme? ask Mira who I answered nodding. "Where can I see, because I'm really dizzy" muttered Mira. "So you haven't made it yet? this afternoon the dateline to collect". said I who replied to Mira's sneer. "Of course, I just want to see yours after that I will show you also my work, I'm sure mine this time will be cooler than yours" said Mira with a cleft face. "very confident you miss, which we are debasing is Lia Putri Aghata, the youngest annual designer award winner of sejabodetabek....ckckckckck.

"alright...Baiklaah Miss Aghata can you show me your work" said Mira with a disgusting face and an alay bin lebay style.

"You're acting like a cheap sedan peddling by the side of the road" I said as I walked to the study table and took a map sketching my drawings. Then I showed my work to Mira. Mira's eyes sparkled. "Oh my God, your design is so beautiful...How can you think of making a design as beautiful as this" Kometar Mira saw a suit men scattered with gems that form a picture scattered like the usual batik.

"Why do I feel the face and posture of a man who in your design resembles someone huh? mira's murmuring made me furrow both my eyebrows. I also stepped closer to Mira and then took notice of my image design, "Gosh, isn't it like that damn bule" my bathin said while closing my mouth. Mira who saw my reaction also grew suspicious. "What are you hiding from me, why is it so suspicious" Mira said, squinting her eyes. I just shook my head, then hurriedly picked up my sketchbook collection. While asking Mira to refer to his work which of course the standard is not too good, far when compared to my work.

"Not bad". My comment immediately got a sneer from Mira.

It did not feel like it was noon and the worms in Mira's stomach began to demostrate with drums like they wanted war. "Hahahaaa" I laughed when I heard Mira's stomach voice start to get hungry. The starving Mira has a red face like a tomato. "Be quiet, this is all because you are the host there is no akhlaqnya" said Mira covering her embarrassment. "Why am I wrong..."

"Obviously you are wrong, for hours you are here a glass of water you do not give" said Mira insistent.

"Gosh" I said as I patted the eel and apologized for completely forgetting to serve water and snacks for Mira. In the case that we have been chatting for a long time, crying, laughing and even mocking each other, it is fitting that the worms in Mira's stomach begin to voice the pendzoliman that is happening. I also went downstairs to ask the mbok to serve lunch because Mira and I were going to have lunch first and then we went to campus.

When I went back to the room, Mira was in the bathroom. I tidied my books and drawing tools into the bag while waiting for Mira to come out of the bathroom. Suddenly alunna song from Public entitled Make you Mine signifies I do not know the number of people who call me. so, I did not pick up the phone. Damn telphon did not want to stop ringing, a moment dead a second and then rang again. Finally, because I picked up the phone.

"Hi Lia Princess Aghata of your voice is not heard you are grieving" said the stranger tellephon who made my eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"What do you mean?" I began nyolot, which did not get an answer but telphon closed.

"Basic shit, insolent, don't know your manners, no akhlaqnya" I maki on the dark caller.

"Who are you talking to? " said Mira astonished as she just came out of the bathroom looking at me furiously with her annoyance at the dark penelphon. I also told Mira what happened, she just relaxed not to comment anything and cool make up in front of my dresser. "This is if you have a friend who has a hobby of changing girlfriends, her collection of men everywhere, so kissed men, on the phone of unknown men, on the phone, invited to eat with a new guy also known he will relax just walkinnya"Bathinku. Even break up he never looks heartbroken because of the principle of his love break up yes find a new man again.

Totally contrary to me who never dated even always keep a distance with the name of a man other than papa and also Bimo there is no other man in my life. The only man ever to touch me is that fucking bule. That's why I was emotional when she kissed me even if it was just cheeks it was still abuse. My mind has gone everywhere. "But why can I sketch like him?, ahhh" I shouted as I ruffled my own hair because I was dizzy and did not think about what was happening at this time. "What's wrong with me?" a lot of questions started popping up in my head. "No.no..it can't be like that, I better take a shower and get ready for college". I finally got up and stopped thinking about the fucking bule.

"I take a shower first, if you're hungry go down first. The mbok must have finished preparing lunch for us" I said as I passed to the bathroom.

After the shower and get ready I went down to the dining room, there Mira was cool eating food without looking at me.

"Finally eat you like a hungry person who hasn't eaten for a week, wkwkwkwkwkwk" I plucked up while not looking at Mira's mouth that had been blown away by the saos of the field. Mira did not budge, she was still cool to enjoy the food in front of the table without blinking and making a sound.

"yes, full" said Mira while stroking her stomach. I just shook my head to look at her behavior, while finishing my lunch, because we had to go to campus immediately.