Triangle
Riots.
Ama curled her body, pulling her blanket to warm her body from the cold morning air. Even the AC was used last night has not been turned off, plus the air entering through the window adds to the cold temperature.
Her dream is beautiful, she dreams of nurturing sheep and becoming a beautiful country girl. Hair that is always braided and also his job is just picking fruit, fruit, ngeteh while reading a book. It was such a joy to her dream that only she could achieve in a dream.
He was just about to close his eyes to continue his dream that was delayed by a blanket that was kicked, a ringing phone buzzing into his ear made Ama growl and cover her ears using a pillow. The phone died and then followed by the next phone, with a heavy heart and a sigh of resignation. Ama felt her bed looking for where her phone was. His phone was near his feet.
He squinted his eyes at the name plastered on his phone. Algheza's name appeared on his phone with the phone ringing impatiently to be picked up.
"Hallo, Sir?" Sapa Ama without saying good morning. Usually when there is a morning call Ama will always act friendly saying hello and good morning with a smile that is not visible to Algheza.
"You just woke up?" Algheza asked as she stared at the watch on her wrist.
Ama stared at the dingding clock in her room which showed at 7am. Obviously he just woke up, it's a holiday. Which man wastes his time without sleeping until noon? Oh, there's like, who else if not Algheza.
"Yes, Sir. Sorry what's up, huh? Didn't you fly to Australia?" Ama was astonished. Because he booked a ticket with a morning flight schedule, at 6.
"Yes that's the problem. I'll wait for you." His speech without explanation in more detail makes Ama gawking.
What the hell is this guy? It's not clear getting here. Why is he waiting for Ama? Want parting?
"Sorry, Sir? What does that mean? I sent the ticket to Whatsapp."
There was a gasp from Algheza, "didn't you read Andre's Whatsapp?"
Huh huh?
Ama immediately lowered her phone from her ear to look for the messaging app she used to use. Andre sent him a message at 12 p.m., crazy. This drove Ama crazy as she read the contents of the message.
Andre Mas
Ama, sorry I could not bring Mr. Algheza to the Aussie. So you replace me, yeah. I booked the ticket, at 10 you are leaving. Sorry once again.
My brother went to the hospital so he couldn't leave.
Goodlucks.
His mouth let out a sliced laugh with eyes still staring at his phone. 'Goodluck, goodluck your bald spot.' Sung in his heart because he remembers still connecting the phone with his boss.
"Risa? You're still alive, aren't you?" Algheza's voice echoed back on his phone.
Yes live, let him die suddenly just because of this.
Ama sighed, how could she pack in this mepet time? Even the streets of Jakarta are cramped and jammed is clearly not going to allow it to arrive on time.
"Yes, Sir. Sorry I just saw a chat from Mas Andre." The answer. Which office still interrupts its rest by sending messages at midnight so.
"Yaudah, get ready and my driver will pick you up. Don't long. I'm waiting at the airport directly." He then turned off the phone unilaterally.
"ARGHHHHH! CAN I GO CRAZY FOR A LONG TIME." Finally he let out a scream that he could bear.
He held his head thinking about how he was packing quickly, bathing, make up, catokan, and ARGHHHH it felt when imagining just making his head want to explode.
A clanking voice appeared in his phone.
Don't go under a lot of clothes.
If you can't bring clothes, buy them there.
Buy, buy in Ama's money most of her money what?!
Ama finally got up from her bed with a quick movement she went straight into the bathroom to take a shower and got ready for this sudden action.
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The streets of Jakarta as usual jammed, he almost a breath due to fear of being late. His heart was already racing to see Jakarta's congestion. Going out when Sunday is a disaster in Jakarta, work days as usual just stuck. Especially holidays like this. Even though the holiday is good to sleep in the room rather than having to race on the streets like this.
She days with her backpack that contains more skincare and make up than copy the clothes for her there. He just took the clothes that were seen in front he said because of the riot. Even he left Apart with a state like a broken ship. Maybe, tomorrow when his father looked at his apartment would be surprised to see the state of the apartment that was like a throwback.
He stopped his run stuffy, adjusting his breathing while holding his aching knee. Then rubbed the sweat on his forehead that came out. Crazy, sports day. If this keeps Ama could be a broomstick.
"Now, drink first." Algheza offered a bottle of cold mineral water.
Ama quickly took the bottle and drank it until half the bottle was left.
Right, he arrived at 10 o'clock in 2 minutes. He looked at Algheza who was focusing on his laptop. It felt like he wanted to tear the boss apart if he did not remember he still needed money from an Algheza.
"Sir, we're not leaving now? He said 10 o'clock?" Ama asked, realizing that Algheza was not showing that he would rise from his seat.
"Sit down first. It's 11 o'clock." He replied casually while sipping his coffee in full pleasure.
Ama blinked her eyes in disbelief, what did she say? At 11? Tau this was why Ama had a storm with the driver Algheza told the boss driver to speed because he was afraid to miss the plane. Damn, it was a tiring day even though he was going to work while on vacation but then all of a sudden he was upset.
"Wouldn't sit?" Algheza asked, realizing that Ama was still standing while looking at her as if she wanted to stab with a newly sharpened knife.
The girl breathed back, then sat down in front of Algheza.
"Want breakfast?" He asked with attention because he was afraid that his men would die of starvation.
Ama also forgot that she had not had breakfast, she hurried to leave to drink only one glass of water.
"Pesen. I will pay for it." It still focuses on the tap of his finger on the keyboard.
"Yes, Sir. Thanks." Thanks." Said Ama slowly and then got up to order breakfast. Fill his stomach before he moves state.
He opened his cell phone forgetting to tell his father that he was going abroad. His father must have gone berserk hearing the news.
"Riss." Call her boss when Ama stands reading the menu.
"Yes, Sir?" Ama turned her body to face her boss.
"My food is also. I haven't had breakfast, just as rich as you." He said without looking at Ama.
Ama mendelik, drinking coffee already when the stomach has not filled anything. Substantial.