
Early in the morning I was startled by the noise of his cell phone.
"Who in the morning doesn't have people's phone work? Don't know what, this hour is good to sleep." My gertutuku while fumbling nightstand beside the bed.
I squinted my eyes, staring at the clock on the wall hanging there.
"Hm, 06:15. Let's keep this a good hour of sleep." Not content to just nag once. I'm the lyrics to my phone that keep ringing. My eyes are squeaking, "Number unknown." My inner.
"Who the hell,?" I wonder who has been bothering me this early because normally no one would dare to do it.
Then I slide the green button there.
"Call,...."
"Good morning beautiful." Answer people from sebrang.
"Who is it?"
"Owner of your heart, my dear Zaraku." he continued.
"Dih, this is a PD. Early in the morning it was raging. But he knows my name."
"Who is this once again? Early in the morning don't mess around." My emotions are a little bit stirred.
"Relax dong dear, I just want to say good morning to you." Again without even mentioning who he is.
"This is not Zayn's voice. Who exactly is he? How could he have my number? Hm, fortunately not a personal number."
"If you just want to fad, mending find someone else. I'm not interested in joking material Lo."
"Gue just wanted to tell Lo, if you're not a nice guy. Wait for the time I'll take Lo from him." tut tut tut tut tut. The stray phone has been disconnected.
"Crazy, I don't know who he is yet. But is he the enemy of the songong mannequin?"
"Ah bod*have*. I won't think about it. Mending I went back to sleep again.
Just now my phone was lying down, a second later he rang again.
"What else? What else are you talking about, Lo?" My story doesn't see who's calling.
"What the hell by? Why are you picking up the phone so angry?" Ask someone from the ground.
"Oh, it's you Zayn. Sorry, I didn't see who called." There is still some gerrymandering in my heart. Until Zayn was hit.
"Who are you on the same phone? From then on I couldn't call. Keep busy. Once lifted, I'll have to spray." The longest sentence from Zayn I've ever heard from Zayn's mouth on a phone like this. Usually only five or six words at most.
"I'm also getting emotional because your phone can't."
"Now, anyway?"
"No, baby."
"Well that? From the tone of your voice alone be astonished if you are again emotional."
"Yes, sorry, I'm not emotional with you. Eh, why even be you who are angry with me anyway by?"
"So what do you want to call Baby? Both used. Maruk's right?"
"Don't talk about me. Who was that? why are you so upset after receiving a phone call from him." Resell ask.
"don't know. People are wrong." Reply firmly.
"You want what else Zayn? You phone just want to ask this? Yes, I want to go back to lying again. I'm still nodding."
"No, don't sleep. I'm downstairs. Still in front of your gate."
"Crazy for you, early in the morning gini has just arrived here. What's to do?"
"You're sleeping. Yes, I want to do it. I can't hide."
"Morning blind. You are Zayn. It's back there." Tut Tut Tut.
I forgot about Nena who was still sleeping in her room and the mess that was still lying in the living room.
Yeah, how not. Sleepiness still struck, all six of us stayed up until 2 pm. fortunately this weekend became a school holiday.
I returned to my body. Don't forget I silence my phone so I'll be sound without interruption.
Not long...
"Tok tok."
"Daddy, wake up baby there's Zayn's son downstairs." cried mama from behind the door.
"Oh, the kid in wear in everything again. Let it go. I've always worked for him."
*** Come dong besty,. sacrifice your thumbs make this work. free of charge you know.
awaited his appreciation...