
***
Vania herself was puzzled, should she stay afloat. Or just go?
"Why look at the suitcase? Afraid of being kicked out? " the speech was uttered by a handsome man who was standing leaning against the door. Staring at the languidly lying Vania.
"What are you going to do here? This is my room. Go deh. "Vania's mood was completely shattered upon seeing that person.
"Your room is part of my house, which means this room belongs to me. "
"Every day the house of mulu. Not bossy what? What does your father want? I'm out of this house? Okay I'm out now! " Vania is fed up. Enough, Riyan's insults have their limits. Vania took the suitcase over the closet.
He put his suitcase on the bed, opening it in front of Riyan's eyes. Vania took the clothes and put them in the suitcase. Riyan who saw that, only raised next to his eyebrows. According to Riyan, Vania would not really leave from there.
But alas, Riyan's estimation was wrong. After Vania packed all her things. Vania actually dragged her suitcase, carrying her bag, and carrying the back of one more.
Riyan took a moment, he was a little worried that Vania would actually leave. However, Riyan was still convinced that it was just a threat to Riyan. Because he knew very well that Vania in this world only lives alone. Then where else did he go.
Vania stopped right in front of Riyan. Vania boldly stared into Riyan's eyes.
"Think of the reason you will give the same Tente Airin, and Om Agung. See you, say hello and thank you to both Om and Auntie. Goodby. Thanks for the ride all this time. " Vania continues her path.
Riyan just smiled obliquely. "Haha, equally. And see you, "Riyan took it lightly.
Nyessssss
Vania's heart, she stopped for a moment. Then continue it again. But the difference is, Vania didn't cry this time, maybe.
***
Two hours had passed, Riyan felt uneasy in his place, as he had yet to see Vania coming home. Riyan was sitting on the living room sofa, earlier. He waited for Vania to come home, and put together the matching words. Vania has not returned to this day.
There was a violent and unsettled feeling haunting his heart. He was a little worried about Vania. A tad?
Shit! Damnit damnit! Where is that boy, why hasn't he come home yet?! Where is she?!! What don't-don't?! She!!!
Riyan took the keys to his car which was located on the table. Half ran with a feeling of rage.
What did that fool do?! It's the night! And she's a little girl, she's a plain girl! What if something happens to him!! No no! You stupid girl! Why go?!
Riyan turned on his car and immediately ran his favorite car. Tracing the streets are rather quiet, because it is already late at night.
What did Riyan say? Why did Vania leave? If I could, I'd love to blow it up. That mouth, she was the source of why Vania left from the house of Riyan.
"Hello, you all. Find Miss Vania immediately. Tonight, and you should find out as soon as possible! I don't wanna know. You must find Vania, as soon as possible!! " Riyan put one of his men on his phone.
Negative shadows of theking approached Riyan. He suddenly felt guilty for Vania's departure. Riyan's intention was to joke around, he didn't know that Vania was a reckless girl. He thought of the worst possibility, that Vania was in an accident, abused, arghhh.
"If anything happens to Vania. I'm gonna break the leg of the man who did that. Aghhh!! Stupid riyan! " Riyan cursed the sect, hitting her steering wheel.
Relax, let's stay calm. Think good. That Vania will be fine.
***
Amidst the dim light, Vania tried to blink her eyes under the blanket. However, his efforts were in vain, he was unable to sleep. It's eleven o'clock at night.
***
The little girl blinked her eyes a few times, appreciating the sunlight coming into her room.
"What!! Damnit damnit!! I'm late for school!!! " Vania shouted wagging her blanket. He got up in a hurry, but his steps came to a halt as he was already in front of the bathroom.
"Make what? Why take a shower early in the morning on holiday!!! Huh! Basic Vania! Why don't you realize, it's Sunday!! "
Vania turned around, she lay in her room. For some reason, he felt more comfortable in this house, compared to Riyan's house. Vania wants to continue her sleep, but unfortunately her stomach can not be compromised.
The food? Do I have food in this house? Ohh, there's no front stall? There's kayaknya. Arghhh, means have to go out, out have to take a shower? Short, shower on holiday? It was males.
Vania washed her face, then dressed modestly and left the house in makeshift clothes.
Actually, Vania's house is among other simple houses. Ordinary houses around it are many stalls. Not with the Riyan House which is in the Elite residential area. The average home of the rich.
Vania opened the simple fence, taking a leisurely walk. He tried to calm down when the matter in his mind was in chaos.
Luck was not on Vania's side. Just when he wanted to eat at his childhood Bakso stall, gather there the men of Vania's age who were eating.
It forced Vania with a heavy heart to turn her legs. He walked without direction just to find breakfast.
"Well, buy an inteerrrmiiieee. "
***
Riyan fell asleep in his car, by the roadside. Ryan didn't even know what the road was. All he knows is, he was looking for Vania last night.
Huh... Still haven't met? Where is the kid actually? Are two okay? Did you call the police.
Riyan revives his car, and continues the journey looking for Vania.
While on the way, something was strange. Riyan seemed to be familiar with the girl whose hair was on the pigtail one behind. Relaxing walk.
Riyan narrowed his eyes, trying to make sure that it was Vania. It was actually Vania the Rese boy that Riyan was looking for.
Vania scrunched her forehead in surprise, as one car stopped next to her. After Vania remembered and noticed well. Looks like the little girl is starting to recognize whose car it is.
Vania was even more surprised when she saw the car glass open, and showed the face of Riyan who did not want Vania to see.
"It's been quite a joke. Come on in, come with me. We go home now, " said Riyan lightly.
"Going home? Go home only to the one who has a home. Which house do you mean? "
***