Suddenly Chased by Satan
Father of Satan, huh?
I'm dead here from the ex-Boss.
"I wait for me wait! vibes isn't crazy!"
"Nih adek cousin likes to make a heart sport if you have ordered, nyebelin!" I'm very excited about Mr. Karan's behavior.
It's 1 o'clock at night imagine, why also aing out of the house. If I was the sweet one already like this sugar let out and gnawed by the devil how?
Eeiiiits! ngemeng-ngeng about demons, I became suspicious that this nelpong is not a native Karan sir but a genie who transformed into the figure of Pak Karan. At that time there were also ngaku-ngu become Mona, it was clear Mona again the same cement.
Drrrtt!
My phone's vibrating.
On purpose, I was silent so as not to be noisy.
"Halooo.." I got a call from Mr. Karan.
"God, you've been out for a long time" said Mr. Karan.
"Father of Satan, huh?" i'm nudu. I don't want to talk stale.
"Heh, you carelessly call me a demon! I'm pe--"
"Sir? I've been fired if you forget!it's been my night!" I hung up the phone, so excited.
And just pinned the head on the pillow, it's Karan callin mulu sir. Yes aampuuuun, really yes Satan is now uncivilized.
"What else, siiihhh! oh, that's it, Tan! I'm tired, I've been beaten by your friends at the home of his ancestors, Mr. Karan. Yes, I want to rest, all body aches! don't bother!"
"GOSH, MY REVA IS NOT SATAN! GET YOU OUT!" mr. Karan snapped.
My heart doesn't feel bad. Just this time aing heard a voice so jarring.
"Astagfirlah.." I'm sniffing chest, shock.
Out of curiosity, I walked out of the room and into the living room. I looked behind the curtain.
There was one figure of the man I knew, he was standing facing the door. His eagle eyes looked towards the window. I reflexively hide, and my hape shakes uh shakes again.
"Not a thing?" I doubt sumpeh.
I peeked again from the window, and again Karan noleh sir towards the window. He called again.
"Yes?" I answered somewhat timidly.
"You .. gosh, Reva! I am a human being, not a demon. Why aren't you out yet? I know you're behind this door. Quickly open the door!" said the person who is 100% similar to Pak Karan.
"Where is my demon, sir? anyway why is Father at midnight like this to my contract? do you have a home?"
"Geez, it's hard to make you believe that I'm this .. Come on, open the door outside very cold!" said Mr. Karan who seems tired of arguing with akikah.
"That's business, Father! still lucky I want to pick up the phone, anyways pamali girl kayak I nerima guest at midnight like this. I don't want to be a neighbor's gossip, sir!" I love alesan.
"If there is something important please tell by phone!" my continue.
I traumatized aahhhh deket-deket or went alone with Pak Karan. Because there must be an event related to subtle creatures.
Mr. Karan was silent.
"Yes already if no one wants Mr-" I said as I turned around intending to go back to the room.
Bruk!
There was a sound coming from the door. I'm still stuck in my ear while looking outside. And my eyes widened as I squirmed, Mr. Karan sitting on the floor, the door sliver.
"My company is for a moment" said Mr. Karan. I think he's heavy again. I've never squirmed that an ex-boss asks for something in such a low voice.
"Hemmm." I sat on the floor leaning behind the locked door. So we're like those backs again. And I guess the one who talked to me is the real Karan sir. But even so, I do not want to open the door.
"Did something happen?" my question, break the silence. Because of that he was also in it, just a heavy breath I could hear.
"She's sorry," one sentence slid off Karan's pack.
"Who?" I grumbled in the forehead.
"Women who hurt my mother,"
"Gayatri's Grandmother I mean Father?" I'm mastiin again.
"He said that after making me lose my mother. And what he's doing, it's affecting your family too. You've lost Om Dave..."
"It's all fate, sir. We can't change something that's already happened." I'm a smart ass. In my heart, I miss my father too.
"Do you have no hatred for the old woman?"
"If I feel hate, it will not be able to turn my father back. Life must go on, no matter how painful the past..."
"Do I need to forgive him?" ask mr. Karan.
"Yes, if you want to live a quiet and happy life." I said.
"But he's already made-"
"If you want the past, there will be no end to it at any time! Most of you look back. I know that losing someone is painful, and I can't. But I try every day to be at peace with the situation. And if I could, why wouldn't you?" i'm dusty.
"Well then." said Mr. Karan briefly.
I flickered, hearing the answer of Pak Karan who impressed no resistance.
"Tame tuber? usually hasty?" I murmured in my heart.
Actually behind his fierce and bossy attitude, he kept a gaping wound. And all he needs is a man who wants to terrorize, not a man who is ready to be invited to war like me. Between forced because there is nothing else he can tell stories or even Pak Karan sees me as a gentle and wise figure in the face of the test of life, ahek!
Because uh because the kayak Pak Karan will not want to show his weak side in front of others. He will cover it as much as possible, understand that the business world is cruel. The character of Pak Karan who is hard, arrogant and a messenger is not conjured in the first place last night. There were many things he had to carry on both his shoulders. Not knowing what the story is, we are not clear talking.
But I didn't open the door. Again, aing sodara-sodara trauma. My eyes are beautiful and enchanting already kiyip-kiyip that, you know kiyip-kiyip anyway? a great kayak to be literate. The point is sleep, period. Bodo very dah, Karan nyerocos sir, I ham hem ham hem only. It is not connected to the brain.
And now I think there are people who have a resemblance to Mona's voice calling and shaking my body.
"Mbaaaaak, wake up Mbaaaak!"
"Emmmh," I opened my eyes a little.
Mona's previously faint face, now more clear and real.
"Sir, how do you sleep here, anyway?" Mona nanya with a face of astonishment.
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