Stupid Netizens
What's Wrong With Zidan?

I immediately laid my body on the bed right after entering the hotel room. My body was crumbling, I glanced towards the wrist, where the watch was coiled there. It turns out it's been half ten, pantesan it feels I'm tired plus drowsiness heavy because my schedule all day is quite solid.

"Be clean first, Za, don't go straight to sleep!" reprimand Mas Tito when following into the room shortly after.

He is now busy arranging items given by fans who deliberately met me during the show together earlier. By the way, we are currently in Jogjakarta in order to promote a new movie.

I if again work outside the city this is rarely pesen own room, because I will be difficult to build, therefore if outside the city or there is a job that requires me to stay at the hotel, then it will be difficult to build, so if it is out of town or there is a job that requires me to stay at the hotel, usually I ask for a room with two beds so that Mas Tito room with me.

Yeah, like now. Useful to remind me to do this and that.

"Gue wants to go to sleep first, Mas, just wake up."

Mas Tito clucked while shaking his head. He then walked over to me and hit my ass with a pillow.

"Wake up now, take a shower! The malem hunt. Lagian lo if not shower now that there is no bath," she said later.

With a heavy heart I also wake up from a lying position while yawning. "Tomorrow we're back at what time, Mom? Not the morning, right? I want to wake up."

"Quiet, we'll be home by noon."

I nodded in understanding then immediately grabbed the towel and went inside the bathroom. It didn't take long, I got out shortly after. Because it's late so it's impossible for me to take a long shower.

When I came out of the bathroom, Mas Tito was busy packing things.

"Not going to take a shower, Mommy?"

Mas Tito glanced at me. "Just a minute, the stage's just a little bit more."

I nodded and chose to play the phone. It turns out there was a message from Zidan. I quickly opened it.

******Bismillah, Prospective Sister-in-law******: Za, can you meet?

**********you***********: when? if today I can't.

Bismillah, Sister-in-law Candidate: if tomorrow?

I immediately turned to Mas Tito before deciding to reply to Zidan's chat.

"Mas, tomorrow my mallm is free?"

"Why? Who are you going to meet?"

I'm pissed off. I'm most comfortable when asked instead of answering, uh, even behind it.

"Free or no, Mom?" repeat me later.

Mas Tito shook his head. "No, there is a timetable malem so guest star on the talk show of one of the private television stations."

"If afternoon?"

"Free."

I nodded in understanding then started typing in a reply for Zidan.

You : can. but the afternoon anyway, because I just came home in the afternoon.I have a schedule, it is impossible to cancel.

You : how? where would you like to meet?

Bismillah, Prospective Sister-in-law: I if afternoon also can not, afternoon shift. running around 9 o'clock malem. do we meet around 10?

I thought for a second. Did I take a flight in the morning?

"Mas, try to find a flight ticket for tomorrow morning."

Hearing my question, Mas Tito immediately looked at me horror. "What lo kate?"

"Search airfare for morning flights. What time is important tomorrow."

"I guess."

Mas Tito raised next to his eyebrows in surprise because my answer sounded hesitant. "I guess?" beonya.

"Gue is not too sure. Uda, Mas, not much nanya, hunt cariin first, there or not."

Instead of directly carrying out my request, Mas Tito even approached me. "Abis chatan who are you?"

"Kepo lo."

"If you don't tell me, I'm looking for a ticket for a morning flight."

"Yes, I'm trying to figure it out myself" I said I wouldn't budge.

Mas Tito grunted. "Lo is really yes, I want to change artists. Ngurusin the youngest child from the family was very difficult to see buset. It was so much he wanted," his grunts held back his annoyance.

With a pouting expression, he then immediately searched his phone and fiddled with it. I smiled with satisfaction shortly after.

"Thank you, Mas Tito, I'll tell Barra to raise your salary" I said seriously. However, it was only responded to by a snort by Mas Tito.

You : I try re-schedule first yes, hopefully dapet morning flight.

You : later I can or not

Bissmillah, Prospective Sister-in-law: yes already, if you can't, we meet as soon as you. no papa

Bismillah, Sister-in-law Candidate: I understand you are busy

"Where, Mas? Dapet didn't?"

Mas Tito nodded quickly. "Dapette."

"Alhamdulillah. Just go straight, Mas!" tell me then.

"Well, you don't want to know what time the flight is?"

I nodded no problem. "No papa. Just pesen first rather than not dapet."

Tito did not seem to protest at all. He immediately fulfilled my request. "I'm done taking care of. Tomorrow we go home in the morning, the flight is 8 o'clock less, so six o'clock or half-seven o'clock should be up."

Immediately I looked at Mas Tito with a look of horror. What time do I have to wake up?

***

I decided to wear sunglasses as soon as I got off the plane. Not to be stylish but to cover my panda eyes that have not been helped. I am the same Mas Tito Semalem sleep around half an hour in the morning because they have to finish packing. Because we are worried that we will have bad luck tomorrow morning and have not completed packing will be dangerous.

"It's very my same who you want to meet to make you, who males wake up early if it's busy like this, until willing to wake up early and go home earlier than the original plan. I said gokil it's a man."

I didn't bully him because of the sleepiness that started attacking.

"Lo doesn't listen to me?" tanya Mas Tito was a bit upset.

"Don't do it first, Mom, I'm so sleepy. For the sake of security together we do not need to talk first can? I was afraid that suddenly you were in danger. You understand me, right?"

Without even bothering to make a sound, Mas Tito immediately nodded in understanding and did not make any sound. We both walked together to the parking lot without any chat, even when in the car I decided to go straight to sleep. Until finally Mas Tito woke me up and told me that we had arrived.

"What are you waiting for me to go home?"

"Wait a minute, Mom, if you stay who's the same?"

"The same one who met."

I snorted faintly then shook my head. I didn't make any noise and got out of the car. Go to the Cafe where Zidan made his deal.

My body reflexes stiffened as the two of our neutrals met. Zidan's expression looks like he doesn't like me. We made a meeting agreement. Am I late so he bete me? I quickly glanced at the circular watch on my wrist and switched to my phone. Not too late, why does Zidan look so upset when he sees me?