The Riot

The Riot
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Really, from last night until now


Agatha never closed both of her eyelids at all. Even he


not feeling sleepy. Within a few hours back


the girl had not consumed a single bit of caffeine.


It's six in thirty minutes now.


It should be bright enough out there. It's okay if he comes back


now it's. Arjuna would definitely not bother about it at all.


Without a second thought, he immediately got up.


Get out of bed and step out of the room. Direct view


it was on a window in the middle room. Looks like orange light


golden attempted to break through the cracks of the fentilation hole.


Allegedly right. It's morning now. Unnoticed


altogether, the two corners of the girl's lips lifted up forming a smile.


Despite the sight, Agatha turned towards


the owner's room. To see if he's awake or


haven't. Apparently not. Several times he tried to knock on his door


before finally Agatha decided to just walk in because she didn't


there is an answer from within. The only thing he managed to get


it was the sight of a man sleeping on his bed. Seems


he hasn't moved much since last night. The blanket position is still


so neat. It barely shifted at all.


Finding this, Agatha chuckled


slow down. I don't know what kind of funny thing made him laugh like that.


“How can he sleep soundly like


this?” muttered the girl.


Ever since he first opened the door to this man's room, he


never step forward. From the beginning, his intention was to be sure


whether Arjuna is still asleep or not. So, now he's still standing in


the same place. Looked at the man from the doorway.


Arjuna must be exhausted. It is only right if he sleeps


so soundly. I don't know how many days he hasn't gone to such a break


these. It should be after that the dark circles under his eyes will be a little


dwindling.


“Looks like you won't be in work today either


this,” murmured once more before finally completely leaving.


Agatha left there without saying goodbye at all.


He did not want to disturb the man's calm. Maybe it will be a different story


if Arjuan had woken up earlier.


***


It seems like coming home at that hour is


the wrong choice. There are so many vehicles that make the streets full.


They barely moved at all. Just natural. Now many


people who have to go to work. It is not surprising anymore if


the streets suddenly became crowded. The same thing should happen at the time


hours to go home to work later.


A little bit of Agatha regretted having to


stuck in the streets. Fortunately, he arrived at the apartment.


The girl walked with a wedge. There is no more energy.


Therefore now he will replenish his energy by sleeping.


‘BIP! BEEPING! BEEPING! BEEPING! BEEPING! BIP!’


To gain access to his residence


on his own, he needed to enter six-digit numbers on his electric door lock. Matters


this is done for safety reasons. Each apartment unit has a combination


yng numbers are different. It depends on the owner. Evidently


samoai is not easy to guess.


‘CEKLEK!’


“From anywhere?” aaron interrupts the door


open-ended.


Agatha reflexively took a few steps back in shock.


His heart rate suddenly increased. He could not speak for


some moments.


“Can not do not surprise others such as


this?!”


“What if it turns out I have a history


heart disease? I must have died on the spot.”


The girl nagged at length. This time it was


really feel bad. Agatha thought the man had come back


to his apartment unit. But it turns out not at all. It's still


stay here until the next day. Not even if it's not


sleeping waiting for Agatha to return home.


“Go!” forcefully remove the girl.


He did not want to hear the reason in what form


pun. Right now the only thing he needs is a break to


restoring the condition of his body. Last night he was a trader all night. Let alone


to sleep. Shifting your eyes for a moment cannot.


Agatha pushed the man's body out. Then close


the door is hard. So that the objects around him vibrate slowly. Even


the sound of her crashing just echoed along the hallway. It seems now


his emotions began to rise. Hopefully the other residents don't mind


with the disturbance just now.


Agatha is doing a job


futilely. It doesn't matter if he locks the door. Because basically,


Aaron knows his password, too. So he can go in there whenever he wants.


“It seems like he is taking time now


to make peace with himself,” the man said as he scratched


his head is not itchy.


Instead of going back inside and approaching


Agatha, the man turned around. He decided to go back to his room. No


there's no point if Aaron keeps forcing himself to talk to the girl


now it's. His emotional state is unstable.


***


Once inside his room, he immediately


knocking his body on the bed. No matter what the position is


body now. He said it was the most comfortable. Agatha even


not cleaning his body first. Or at least change his clothes


it is dirty and dusty. He just threw his jacket in any direction,


then go to bed.


Since returning home from work last night, he has not felt


sleepy at all. Even Agatha suddenly became a person who had a disorder


sleeps. Only now did he feel the consequences. Both of her eyes are no longer


it could open much longer. This time the sleepiness was unbearable. Make it


sleep in just a few seconds.


Meanwhile on the other hand Aaron returned to the spot


it's left to prepare breakfast. He also plans to prepare breakfast


that girl too. It seemed like the work yesterday made him so exhausted,


no more energy to do anything else.


‘DRRTTT!!’


Suddenly the phone in his pants pocket shook slowly. Omens


if there is an incoming call. Without seeing the name on the screen first,


he immediately raised the call. Didn't want to make the


callers wait too long.


“Halo!” greet Aaron first.


“Halo boss!” reply to a voice from across there.


“What do you need?” ask Aaron. He doesn't want to


pleasantry now.


“Our attack plan yesterday failed boss,”


revealed.


Spontaneous the man


immediately stop its activities. Now all his attention is on


to that call. More precisely to someone who is


chatted with.