Bujang Hamlet
Same as lying

Waking up this morning not as fresh as usual, bruises and bruises on Akbar's body and face hurt more, even his stomach cramps and swollen cheeks, Akbar grimaced in pain while holding his stomach

" I have to learn martial arts ame mak this. at least make jage jage ame ade jeme attack impromptu like semalem.." murmured while trying to get up from his bed.

Fortunately, today is Sunday, so Akbar can rest all day and recover his strength and do treatment for his wounds.

Akbar's mobile phone rang since dawn, today Akbar oversaw dawn prayers, he let his cellphone continue to light up like there was an incoming message, he said, he went to the bathroom to clean himself and then pray at dawn despite misfortune.

After the prayer, Akbar put his body back on the bed

Kriiiinnggg

The incoming call immediately greeted him, seen the number of the cadus sir waiting for an answer from him.

" Amak.separi this phone. " his murmur was shocked, Akbar quickly picked it up.

" Hello assalamungalaikum.." said Akbar.

" [Akbar... This is mak... mak worried nga kaba... ape kaba good good saje....????]" ask the mother after answering Akbar's greeting

" I'm good mak Alhamdulillah.mak dek need to worry nga me.." said Akbar calm his ummah who sounded so panicked to him.

" [Thank God ame kaba well saje kabarnyo mak lega Bar..kaba ni busy nian ape until mak wait for you to rarely tell mak....???]" ask Mak

" Ao dang busy mak end of this.maaf yo mak blm pacak for time to make ngabarin mak.." said Akbar lying, but his voice restrained he closed his mouth holding back crying, but he was still lying, sinful tears and regret for what he did to her

" [Ao Bar. ame kaba ade time.. please take care to news mom yo. mak ni worry keep thinking kaba saje.maklum mak dek have sape ahi except kaba...mak darling nga kaba.]" pinta mak simple.

" Ao mak.. I promise I will often call mak.. umak dek do not worry yo.. deck need to be too my mind. I track jage myself here..."

" [Ao Bar.. mak understand. yes dem jage health yo.. deck need too ngoyo begawe.]"

" Ao mak. mak juge healthy deck do most mind..I hindu mak..."

" [Mak juge misses kaba.]"

Akbar cried as if alone after turning off his phone with his mother

His heart felt slashed, at a time like whatever the most caring and caring people with his just umak.

Clunting

" I don't know what else to say to you.. You have a heart...!!! why didn't you respond to my message...!!! i hate...!!" namel Picil in his message

Picil seems to be this heavy rampage, after all the rest of Akbar left, then the message from him was only Akbar read and absolutely not reciprocated until this morning even Akbar had not contacted him at all again

" Picil... still this early in the morning kaba dem mengunyam nga me.. small problems kaba make besak... kaba dek tau I battered like this. still saje think negative.." grumbled Akbar.

tuuuttt

Picil's phone connection was not answered, Akbar repeated several calls to Picil but still no answer

" Aiiissss hard nian betine one ni... sounding from last night turn on the phone lifted deck.. ape la want this...!!!!" akbar was upset with Picil's selfish behavior

" Anga kaba ame angry or something...dizzy my nutmeg...!!!"

Akbar throws his phone and goes back to the bathroom to take a shower and change clothes

Then out looking for breakfast

His stomach began to sting hungry, since last night he had not eaten plus had to fill the energy so as not to fall ill after being brutally beaten by Wildan.

Akbar also went to the nearest health center to treat bruises and swelling so as not to infection or become serious injuries, after which he returned to the boarding house to rest.

Today he wants to spend his Sunday for a complete break in the boarding house.

At the crossroads Akbar saw a new Picil coming down from the motorbike a man wearing a helmet and jacket, Picil wearing jeans levis jacket and hair on one side, his makeup is also simple, and his face is also simple, in his hands he brought some food.

Akbar immediately approached Picil

" From mane...???" tanya Akbar stopped the move Picil

Picil who understands whose voice it is, without turning his head immediately answered sharply

" What is your business...!!! take care of your life your pleasure...!!!" answer Picil judes

" Pickle...!!!" akbar's grip pulled his hand, Picil immediately thrashed Akbar's grip but Akbar's hand was stronger to hold it

Picil turned his back to look at Akbar sharply, this is where he just saw Akbar's face bruised with wounds

Akbar took off his hand

Picil immediately looked and touched the wound on Akbar's face

Akbar shook his head, because being touched immediately felt the pain of his wound

" It hurts...???" ask Picil lovingly

" It is quite good. but dem was taken to the puskesmas.." said Akbar.

" Gosh... What happened baby why is your face battered like this...???"

" Last night. I want to go to the house ayuk Rere.. on the way I was beaten by people.. It seems he wanted to beg*l my motorbike... But I fought back so I beat him..." Akbar deliberately made up the story, not being a rich liar Aldebaran yes Readers but emang from last night Akbar did not tell me that he kept the promise of going with Vieny in return for the girl's help,

" Geez baby. I really don't know... Try if you tell me.. I can come and take care of this wound..."

" Kaba ni sulk saje berunyam continue how I want to tell you if I have a disaster..." Akbar expressed his frustration

" Sorry yes.I don't know if you have a gini accident.." piqued Picil.

" Hmmmm.." - Akbar.

" Oya...why was that who ran you... Where did you come from...???"

Picil looked a little nervous and panicked, his face rolled over

" The emmm. anu.. he's an ojek maker. I just came out looking for breakfast.." said Picil ambiguously.

Akbar said, the motorcycle taxi driver kept his clothes on if the online motorcycle why he did not wear his jacket or at least his helmet bearing the name of the online motorcycle, thought Akbar who felt doubtful

" Surely dear it's a motorcycle taxi driver..." Picil tried to convince Akbar because he saw Akbar's face did not believe the answer

" Ao.." said Akbar briefly, why did Akbar feel suspicious,

Is he too excessive and suspicious of Picil...????

" I have breakfast.We have breakfast together with yuk..." Take Picil

Akbar just nodded

" To kosan you are aka dear. "take Picil with a sweet smile, the smile that became his weapon to conquer Akbar's heart.

Akbar nodded again and climbed on his bike followed by Picil blaring behind

" Still..." Akbar turned off the bike again

" Well your perfume is different...???" akbar asked probing, when Picil hugged him from behind the smell of perfume Picil does not usually wear, it is more piercing and the smell is sharp

" The hell...???" ask a plain picil

" I'm changing perfume dear.then I bought deliberately to be used on the same weekly night as you... but because you want to go alone so I use aja I spray spray on the body.may still kiss until now.." explained Picil.

" Se durable it smells...???" ask Akbar again

" The perfume is indeed good, dear..so the aroma is durable..."

Akbar just kept quiet, though somehow Picil's answer felt awkward, he no longer asked fearing the atmosphere so turned Picil sulking again and he would have trouble persuading the girl.

Akbar turned on his motorbike again and stopped towards his boarding house.

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