Pamite
76. Cappers

Rifki who just arrived in his room instead of starting a job instead played his phone. He misses his little girl. It's been over a month of disappearing without word, hoping that he gets spam chat from her. However, the opposite happened, there was no chat, no phone, instead Dara even more often upload photos and friends.

Rifki is hesitant to continue this relationship. It doesn't disappear to completely disappear. He just wanted to be sought by her. But what was expected was not even paying attention.

"I want to step back from this relationship, but Jaka says you're lately confused, like to berserk, like to make because of it. You must have missed me, right? But you're proud to admit that. Okay, I've had enough to disappear. I'm gonna upload myself to this increasingly handsome one. I want to see if his finger feels right not to comment" Rifki muttered as she fiddled with her phone.

"Loving you is the most intentional heartache" Rifki wrote and pressed the send button.

After that Rifki put down her phone and started working. Just focusing on a piece of paper, his phone rang short. His hand moved to check who sent him the message.

His eyes opened perfectly when he saw the name on his flat object screen. Not even enough to get there, his mouth was wide open so happy to read the name of the sender of the message.

"Finally, he finally sent me a message. He finally got my status too. It's really a surprise. But wait, don't read it, let alone reply. No, no. Must be taught a lesson first. My little girl has to wait." Rifki was so excited to get a message from Dara. He had a quick read but he had not opened it yet.

It was very difficult for Rifki to get to this point. He must endure a very longing. His days are spent looking at his picture with Dara while on a date together.

Rifki is forced to do this, she wants to make Dara aware of her feelings. Makes Dara understand that the girl needs the figure of Rifki beside her. The way that includes frontal and he hopes the results he gets the maximum.

***

"What's? My message has not been read? Song so much she." Dara was suddenly annoyed to see his chat that had not been blue tick.

He put his phone down and walked out of the room. On the day before this afternoon, he chose to take a walk just around the complex. Refreshes his mind and body from problems. He was already dizzy with the task of college, coupled with the behavior of Rifki who really had to be strangled and slammed.

The wind blew on Dara's face, making her veil flutter slowly. He let the cold wind blow his face, it felt so long he did not feel this cool atmosphere.

When turning the steering wheel to a complex not far from his house, suddenly from the opposite direction there was a small child who was cycling at high speed, those who equally did not have time to step on the brake made Dara finally slam the steering wheel to the left and

Bruaks!

"Oh," cried Dara groaning in pain because of his motor-pressed leg.

Some residents who were on the side of the road flocked to Dara and helped the girl stand up.

"Can you bring the bike, Neng? Want me to drive you home? Which house?" ask a father.

"Ah, no, sir. I can still go home by myself. Just grieving in the legs. Thanks for helping, excuse me." Dara turned on her bike and left. He drove at high speed to get home. He could not stand the pain in the ankle that was getting more excruciating.

"Mom, my legs hurt, Mom!" Dara shouted as soon as she reached the terrace. He walks with a limp.

"Astaghfirullah, why your legs?" asked Bu Lin in panic.

"Fall off the bike. It hurts so much, Mom. Swollen legs, should be sorted this, mah," lamented Dara sitting on the floor.

"Yes, have you taken massage oil first, where else is sick? Just a foot, right?"

"Yes, Mom." Dara answered as she went to the room to pick up her phone.

Ms. Lin returned with massage oil on her right hand. With her tenderness and motherhood, she massaged Dara's legs. The girl was just grimacing in pain.

"How can you fall, how do you ride?"

"There's a kid riding a fast bike in front of me, Mom. I didn't get to pull the brakes. That's why I turned the steering wheel to the left, hit the fence."

"You're so easy to talk about. Is that the same fence as a kid all right?"

"Kok even nanyain the state of the fence, ma'am," Dara was upset.

Dara re-opened the green app opening her chat room with Rifki. Suddenly a message came in from him.

[I'm not going anywhere, I'm still here]

Dara quickly replied to him, whether consciously or not he did that.

[Why disappear? Are you angry with me?]

[Why think that?]

[Yes you had no news after our meeting at the restaurant at that time]

Their chatter ended there. I don't know why Rifki didn't return her last message. The man just read it, and it succeeded in upsetting Dara.

"Tomorrow don't have to go to college, your feet are swollen, don't heal if you keep going."

"Tomorrow my exam, Mother. Let me take you with me tomorrow, brother. Just this sprain, tomorrow too deflated."

"Yes it's up to you, you, it's hard to tell," Bu Lin sighed up from his seat.

Out of nowhere, Dara wants to do the same thing as Rifki did. He took a photo of his swollen legs and uploaded it on the green app. He wanted to know the response from Rifki, he wanted to make sure if Rifki had really changed his taste towards him.

The next few minutes, "Well, he saw my story, how come. Why is it, cake. Stale base dikit. Basic men are all the same, say love say love but in the beginning doang, bullshit all." Dara throws her cell phone slowly to the floor.

"Ra, it's late afternoon. That's a clothesline for the hunted!" shouted Bu Lin from behind.

"Well, he said I can not walk, I even asked to lift the clothesline, anyway Mom," protested Dara who also by shouting.

"Yes, you came here fried catfish, let Mother lift clothesline."

"Ah Mother, same way. Yes, I picked up the clothes." Dara walked slowly while grumbling.

When he arrived at the terrace, a very familiar motorbike in Dara's eyes entered his yard. He stopped from his steps and did not take his eyes off the owner of the motorbike. Even though he knew who it was, somehow Dara preferred to wait for him in silence.