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SyahRaa who just returned from campus with a puffy face went straight into his room, while there was no Ibun upstairs or downstairs because he guessed the woman must be in his room at this time.
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The whitewashed door was immediately opened wide, SyahRaa who seemed unsatisfied spilling her disappointment immediately slammed her body on the bed. The anxiety on the pillows and blankets was the only thing he could do now to forget the vexation.
"Why are you the reason for my hurt and joy Christ?" she sighed softly, but the crying stopped when she heard a vague voice from inside her bag, the vibrating of her phone.
Drr... Drrr.. Drrt....
SyahRaa did not wipe her tears at all when she saw a name in front of the flat object screen.
"Yes, Christ," replied SyahRaa.
"Are you home, Raa?" ask the man as usual, after meeting he will directly contact his girlfriend just to make sure SyahRaa is home with good condition.
"Already, I just arrived" said SyahRaa with a voice typical raucous people are crying, while on the other side Christ can only smile bitterly.
In fact, at first he did not want to call SyahRaa but this is a habit that he always did even since he first knew the girl's mobile number, the girl's phone number, from things and forms of small attention like this that will be very difficult for them to forget what else is left behind, it will take a long process to no longer get used to together.
"Thank God, I'll calm down if you're home. Remove your tears, beautiful. I really don't like to imagine your beautiful face being torn by tears. My ShahRaa is strong, sweet, cheerful, spoiled and also full of attention, right?" goda Christ, the owner of the voice that always gives peace to the heart and mind of SyahRaa when so many feelings that stifle his chest.
"You know, I love you without because, right?, after the absence of my love for you, let it be my business and God who has left this feeling," replied Christ, if SyahRaa knew if the handsome man had to be willing to hurt on the lower lip to keep it sound calm maybe SyahRaa's crying would be more broken, that's why Christ always hid his own pain.
But, not yet SyahRaa answered precisely the sound of knocking on the door that inevitably made the couple had to end their chat. SyahRaa who put her phone fi on the nightstand hastily washed her face so that no one knows how messy her face and heart are.
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"Come? I guess not at home," said SyahRaa who seemed surprised by the figure in front of him at this time.
The woman with a light brown color did not then answer, she noticed every inch of the face of her firstborn daughter to be sure if her arrival this time was right.
"Bun--, what's up?" asked SyahRaa again who was confused because the owner of his heaven did not speak a single word to him, Ibun just silent with a gaze that made SyahRaa panic on her own.
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Someone wants Ibun and PanDa to talk to you, brother...