The Riot

The Riot
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13.00


This morning, he just woke up. Appropriately


at lunch hour. Agatha missed her breakfast schedule this morning


and much prefer to go to sleep. Lucky now he's not


missed the chance to have lunch this time. If not, then the possibility


the girl had no energy at all. Even to rise from


the bed was heavy too.


With great care, he went down from


his bed. Both of his feet had touched the floor, but he


bellum's gone from there. It seems like a few minutes later, though,


he'll stay there. Not moving anywhere at all.


Agatha occasionally rubbed her eyelids


gently. While waiting for his life that was left behind in the dream world


recollected. It doesn't seem that Agatha is the only person in the


this world always performs this ritual every time you wake up.


‘CEKLEK!’


The girl raised one of her eyebrows. Although


his life had not completely accumulated yet, his sense of hearing was still


works with prima. Even the sound of the door opening can get to the


his ear drum. Agatha just heard the voice clearly.


“Who is it?” murmured Agatha while scratching


his head is not itchy.


To fulfill her curiosity, Agatha then


decided to really get out of bed. Only


relying on her own intuition, the girl attempted to search for the source of the voice.


Traces of the voice recording are still recorded clearly in his memory


be a guide for him.


It was as if it knew clearly where the sound source was from


as it came from, the girl walked over confidently. Somehow


his intuition told him that the sound was coming from the front door. More precisely


entrance.


So far, the suspect is still one person. Namely


Aaron. Who else is going to come in here besides that guy. Just him


the only person in this apartment who knows the password of the unit belongs to Agatha. Actually


Zura also knows. But ever since he changed his security access code to that


more recently, Zura never found out again.


“Agatha!” a voice from a short hallway


towards the entrance.


“Are you awake?” continued later.


The owner of the house has not yet answered


the greeting just now.


“What are you doing here?” the girl's interruption


as soon as they cross each other.


“This is no food,” said.


“I know if you don't have time to cook to eat


noon,” clear later.


“Let's just put it on the dining table!” agatha's Order.


“Omong-by the way thank you,” timpalynya.


He did not want to be considered as having no manners


just because he forgot to say thank you.


“Where are you going?” ask Aaron.


“Shortly, I need to wash my face first,”


agatha answered clearly.


I don't want to ask any further, that man


decided to sit at the dinner table. Waiting for Agatha to come back here after


finished work. This time he will not wait until he gets bored. Stash it


how long does it take to wash your face.


This time, his guess was right. Less than two


minute, Agatha's back here. The girl took a seat right at the


ahead of him. Showing the face of a pillow typical of people just waking up. Though it is


washed his face. But in fact, it is not at all


“New wake up?” ask Aaron later


get a nod from the girl.


“What food do you bring?” ask the girl back.


“Ayam sweet sour sauce,” answer.


“Your favorite!” timpal the man then.


Without a second thought at all, Agatha instantly


grab the food box and open it. Looks like this dish


freshly cooked. It feels like the temperature is still warm. Besides the smoke


it also appears to still be steaming once the box cover is opened.


Agatha moved her nose closer to the box


that food. Trying to observe the smell. Many people who


say if they can guess what it's like just by


rely on the sense of smell alone.


“It looks good,” guess Agatha.


He hurriedly picked up the spoon that was in place


ahead of him. Can't wait to taste what the food tastes like. Usually


if Aaron cooked, then the taste never disappoints. Always will


tastier. Agatha even admitted that.


“But, wait a minute!” agatha.


The girl undoes her intention to taste the cuisine


that guy's. There was one more thing he needed to make sure.


“You really don't put poison in what form


also into this food right?” ask Agatha. His tone sounded serious.


“Then I really put poison in it,


I wouldn't admit to being questioned like this. More precisely, I don't


will let someone else ruin my plan, ”


widths.


What Aaron said is not there


also wrong. Which criminal would confess. So, it's free


if Agatha asks Aaron like this. In the end, he won't


admitted too.


Not believing in Aaron. Old friends


not necessarily a guarantee. Trust can be lost and broken at any time.


Everyone can do evil at will. Not even closing


it is likely that the person is our own closest. Already much


similar case. So that we can't trust anyone else.


“Basic!” said the girl while clucking.


This time the trust in the man was much more


bigger than the taste of the curios. So, just assume if the situation is now


totally secure. Aaron has no other intentions. This isn't the first time


Agatha thought that the man would do evil to her. Recalling


their first meeting was not good at all.


“Eum, delicious!” praise Agatha enthusiastically.


The girl is not bragging. He speaks honestly. Already


it was said earlier that the man's cooking never failed. I don't know where he is


learn to cook, until it can be this delicious. It succeeded in becoming a point


addition for him. More than that he is a man. Generally, there are rarely men


who are experts in processing various kinds of food ingredients like this.


“Other times you have to cook more for me,” revealed


that girl's.


“Spend food first in your mouth!” Aaron's orders.


“Just calm down, from now on I will be more frequent


cooking for you. So there is no need to eat in such a hurry. I


not even intending to ask for your food at all,” said the man


at length.


Instead of responding


sindirian Aaron who was deliberately addressed to him, the girl was even bodo


supremely. Even he paid absolutely no attention to anything when the man


blabbed. For now he is just focusing on the food that is right in


ahead of him. Stomach affairs are much more important than anything he thinks.