The Fake Friend In Silence
UNKNOWN NUMBER

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After working Salwa and took a little time to stop by the cafeteria, he pulled out his thick book while taking out the phone in his pocket. He put it on his desk, did not forget to take out his glasses and put it on and then began to read carefully as usual.

Not feeling it has been 30 minutes passed he then yawned while stretching his muscles are a little stiff because of tired work, and then yawned, the wall clock has shown at 11pm that means it is time for Salwa to rush home.

"Cepet very hour, a new feeling for a while sitting while reading a book" his grunts while tidying up the goods arranged in front of him.

After everything was done Salwa then rushed out of the cafeteria and entered the elevator to the lower floor, strangely it had been a long time the elevator button he pressed but the elevator was still on the upper floor, with patience Salwa waited. Moments later the elevator came down and the door opened.

It's blank! there was no one in the elevator. The tired Salwa did not pay much attention and just went in, he pressed the elevator button to get down, while observing the changing numbers in the lawyer Salwa leaning his body on the elevator wall, he said, he then lifted his wrist and looked at the tiny watch. The clock has shown at 11 past 20 minutes.

The elevator door opened, Salwa then moved to the basement. He just stepped towards the exit and arrived at the highway which was still noisy with a passing vehicle.

Understandably, this metropolitan city is always crowded with vehicles even though the night is late like this.

Not until 15 minutes Salwa had arrived at his house, took the key and hurriedly he opened the door, pushing him until a noisy creaking sound appeared, the atmosphere of the night was getting quieter. Salwa never paid attention to anything because she was overwhelmed with fatigue, after entering the house she rushed to clean up and prepared to sleep.

**

The chirping of birds sounded simple to each other, sunlight entering through the gap of the window of the tiny house room.

Salwa rubbed her eyes lazily, still curled with her thick blanket she then tried to sit with a slurry she reached for the clock beside the bed and glanced at it with a lazy look.

06.30

He went back to sleep without checking his phone, it has become a habit of Salwa because the phone is not very important for him. Abhians? don't ask him because they rarely send messages to exchange news. Abhian will call her right away.

Not long after the phone rang, Salwa then opened her eyes lazily while looking for the flat object that made a loud noise. Without seeing the caller Salwa certainly knew that Abhian was the one who contacted him during the weekend like this.

"Hello" Sapa Salwa with a distinctive sound of waking up

Silence and no answer.

"Hello bhi?" Imbuh Salwa is still in a hoarse voice because lives are still not collected.

Still the same, no answers and no voices at all. A little curious Salwa then looked at the screen of his phone, a series of unknown numbers plastered real on the screen of his phone. Salwa narrowed her eyes slightly as she frowned, but it was not Abhian she thought.

Then whose number is this?

Just now Salwa wants to say hello for the third time, it looks like the call has been ended by the caller. Salwa further narrowed her eyes and slightly sighed harshly.

"Morning is already dapet spam" Cerocosnya with eyes that are still closed.

With a little lazy Salwa then moved from her bed, did not forget she folded the blanket and slightly tidied up the pillows and bolsters that were seen scattered on the tiny mattress, it was, after all the neat Salwa then stretched a little stiff muscles then lazily he walked towards the bathroom to clean himself.

It seems like this weekend Salwa will only watch dramas.