There's A Match From the Wrong Phone Number
My name is Riko
"Riko___, sorry I just replied. I just got home from teaching."
"It's okay Ayesha. I understand," replied Riko understandingly.
This is my story, there is a soul mate through T_sel. This happened in 2007.
My name is Riko Airlangga, I was twenty-five years old. I am the son of a successful businessman. My life has always been filled with the beauty of the world. But it changed drastically when my papa business was destroyed and went bankrupt. This is the story of my life full of Lika the twists of life.
"Riko, where are you going, baby?" Mama stopped Riko's footsteps.
"You hang out together, ma. I'm going first, ma?
"Yes. But go home not night! You if you have been together with your friends, like to forget the time," Light mama reminded.
"Yes my dear mother."
Riko kisses her mother and passes away, meeting her friends at base camp. Or rather the place where Riko and friends chat together.
After fifteen minutes passed, Riko arrived at the gathering place of friends. The sound of music is so heard.sounds laughter and jokes from Riko's friends.
"Hay Riko? Here____, here." Shouted Fair calling Riko who had just arrived. Riko also rushed to Adil. Because Adil is Riko's closest friend.
"Riko, tomorrow there's a motor racing game. The prize is pretty good. Come along, you'll win!" Fair to provide information about the race.
"Ck___, where?" Riko turned on the match and burned on the cigarette already in hand.
"Ordinary ah in the Jend circuit. Subroto," explained Fair enthusiastically.
"Why don't you just play?" Ask Riko.
"Idih sneered!" Fair laughs, realizing his incontrovertibility.
"Riko____" Anya came up with a slightly raised face.
"What's the matter Dear?" Riko asked as she rubbed Anya's soft cheeks.
"I want this bag. Look, pretty, right?" Anya handed out a phone containing photos of a limited edition bag.
"Beautiful!" Riko mangosteen answers the question of the lover.
"Want to?" Riko looked into Anya's eyes.
"You are so sweet. But the price is quite expensive," Sesal Anya hoped to Riko. Anya sure as expensive as any request Anya, will surely follow Riko. well, that's Riko on Anya.
"If you like. We'll buy it, don't think about the price. What makes a woman as beautiful as you." Riko rubbed Anya's cheek.
"So, thank you, baby?" Anya was swaying spoiled in Riko's arms.
"Yes, baby, you're welcome. How are you happy?"
Anya smiled and nodded happily.
"Sst there's a human here woy, guessed what mosquito repellent?" Hardik Adil felt in cuekkin.
"The singles' suffering! Hurry up and get Dea, Bro," Ledek Riko.
"It's not that easy, bro!" Answer Fairly and remember the events of a year ago. Where Dea loudly asked to break up from Adil.
It wasn't Dea's fault, it was Fair's fault. Fair to realize it all. Egotistical and willing to win alone, Dea finally asked for a break up. But Adil knew that Dea loved him very much.
"pardon me, Dea?" equitable Inner.
"Dear let's drink?" Anya gave a glass of alcoholic drink to Riko.
Riko quickly swallowed it to the end.
The sound of music makes the atmosphere more fun for a group of young people who are happy-happy at a base camp. Especially accompanied by liquor, adding a pleasant impression for the audience.
After satisfied drinking and partying Pora, Riko went home. With slightly blurry eyes unclear due to the influence of alcohol, Riko drove the montor towards the house."
"Riko are you sure you want to go home alone?" Fair to meet Riko who is half drunk.
"Just calm down, bro. I can!" Riko leaves Adil who is shocked to see Riko's departure.
Orphans themselves since childhood. His mother went abroad but until now, there was no news about the mother. Fair has resigned to become a child who is no father and a thousand.
Adil lives with his uncle, who works as a driver at Riko's house. From that, Riko and Adil have been friends since childhood.
The mother who knew Riko came home drunk was angry.
"When are you going to change, Riko? Always like that, coming home drunk."
"What the hell ma! Who's drunk?" Reply Riko passed into the room.
Dor____ Riko's room door closed.
"Yes that's your upbringing. You are always busy with your socialite gang, until you forget to educate children to be children who want to know about work and responsibility, his work is just a joke, ngabisin money." Hardik papa Airlangga's.
"Oh so papa fuck mama. You don't think there's a role for papa here? What papa forgot, papa there is no time for Riko even if just invite him to chat together. Papa's always busy with papa's business, work, work and work." Reply mom
"Taking care of the boy is your job, ma."
"Mama's job, papa said, teaching and loving the child is the duty of both parents, pa. Not just my mom!"
"Just as for mom!" Shouted Papa Airlangga.
"Where are you going, pa?" Reply mama Jasmin.
"Look for entertainment, just for home."
"Don't tell me papa wants to see papa's mistress. Yeah, pa. Papa wants to see papa's mistress, Stella!"
"Just talk to you, ma. Don't always accuse a non-existent papa! Listen, ma. Between Papa and Stella there is nothing to do, our relationship is purely as an Employee and a superior. That's just nothing more."
"Lied you, pa. I can't believe it, you prankster!" Hardik Mama Jasmin's.
Papa Airlangga doesn't care about mama Jasmin's babble. Papa Airlangga just kept coming out of the house. Swearing came out of Mama Jasmin's mouth. Even mama Jasmin has decided to divorce from Papa Airlangga.
"Brengs men's base**." Mama Jasmin did not stop.
"Stop or am I leaving this house?" Shouted mama Jasmin. Papa Airlangga stopped his footsteps. Looking and looking at Mama Jasmin.
"Look yes, pa. I'm tired of going to the stairs with you. I want us to split up!"
"Ma. What are you talking about! We're old, it's not time to play part-time."
"The old man. Mama doesn't feel old, it's okay to fight between mama and a twenty-year-old girl out there," Mama Jasmin boasted.
"Even many brondong still want to be the same mama, pa."
"They don't want to be the same as you. I love your money, ma. Remember the age of ma, you're old."
"The admonition holds in papa's mind. Is it papa who is not conscious, papa who is not thinking." Mama Jasmin left papa Airlangga. Mama Jasmin this time did not mess with her speech.
"Where are you going, ma?" Papa Airlangga clasped mama Jasmin's arm.
"Go from you!"
"Don't go, ma." Papa Airlangga shouted to mama Jasmine who had walked in disarray