Love Port.
25. Tiring nights
In the midst of busy undergoing thesis. Naufal took the time to contact the mustofa just give the responsibility to stop everything in the workshop as long as there was no him. Do not forget to also say goodbye to Hasan the workshop owner to focus on struggling with the twelve-inch laptop in front of him.
His eyes deftly scrutinized word by sentence to make sure everything was correct. He hoped that if there was a mistake, the Lecturer who guided him unintentionally did not see a gap in the sentence he had arranged in such a way.
Backs that have begun to get tired because of the sitting position firmly, He rests on the back of a wooden holder in the shape of a rectangle with rattan nets in the middle. I don't know why even though his body feels tired, but the spirit of completing the revision to acc is very flaring.
Remembering before the thesis exam he will return home to solve the problem that is plaguing his days.two hours he passed, he went, suddenly the concentration was scattered to hear the notification of incoming messages from a loved one.
Eyes that were once sleepy and forced to open wide, now by itself sparkling. Seeing the words greeting spirit emoting clenched hands. His smile was engraved with his lips directly he was swinging and a little pop towards the cellphone that was being grasped.
Really, shameful behavior, love does sometimes make the owner a childish.
Without waiting too long, his hands deftly scowl the keyboard mark so that across there immediately get a reply.
Naufal: My spirit was once again filled to the brim as your name graced my hanphone screen.
Zahira: OHBABY!!
His voice sounded open to see the reply of words with capital letters emoting twisting the eyeball.
Naufal: But ... You like kaaaan?
One second, five seconds to ten minutes no reply, he was impatient and sent a follow-up message.
Dear.
Zahiras.
Ilove you's.
Naufal looked back at the message that had just been sent, the one-shot sign indicating that the watshap from Zahira was in off mode. He snorted, thinking about where the spiritist who had just made his energy reappear.
He decided to continue starting the activity he had just put off. Thirty minutes passed, again he was surprised by the sound of the phone, which made him ruminate to immediately reach the sounding object.
His face became serious when he saw the name of someone who was contacting him.
"Hello,"
" .... "
"Yes,"
The mimic of his face was indecipherable, just a long sigh with regular gnawing.
" ... "
"Yes, thank you."
Although it sounds a lot of talk about by someone over there. He answered only briefly. Depressed face is very visible from his tired look.
Again, he continued the delayed activity, and without feeling the time had shown at 01.30. Chapter four was over, it was time for him to lay down his body by hand reaching for the light switch. Do not forget to set the alarm, a loyal second friend woke up.
No need to wait a lot of time, his breathing began to sound stretched with the arm he put on top of the head, the glove that originally covered the bottom, and the, now it has been revealed because of the inability of hands scratching the thighs that itch due to mosquito bites.
Although the song of the small insect echoed in the ear area because it forgot to install the antidote, it was not able to keep the owner of the eye whose soul was somewhere.
Sounded, sound, even sounding a bit loud snoring that beat the merdunya saw machine.
Cring...
Cring...
Cring...
The first alarm has sounded, with the time indicating the hit
03.30. However, he was unable to wake her.
Cring...
Cring...
Cring...
Until, he felt the glare of light entering through the window gap with the curtains slightly open. His body was writhing, loosening the muscles that felt stiff, his consciousness still not returning completely. Eyes blinked.
Lazily he opened his eyes and grabbed the cellphone placed on the nightstand. His eyes glared at the clock at 08:35.
"Thum!" muttered.
Immediately he got out of bed, holding a sheath that had been removed from the waist. He ran hastily to the bathroom cleaning his face as well as brushing his teeth.
After finishing with a brief clean event he immediately looked for a jacket, with pants that had been worn and only hung.
Not to forget also he brought the results of his hard work last night, with a hasty step he walked to the place of the motorcycle, although staggered, still forced because his soul was not fully fused.
At exactly 09:12 he arrived at the campus area and immediately ran to Mr. Rois' room. However, his guidance lecturer had already left that place first.
His face looked lethargic, he walked down the campus corridor while breathing deeply.
The man's steps stopped when he felt the jacket he was wearing being pulled from behind, he turned his body and found Zahira smiling while shaking her head.
As if understanding what Naufal was feeling, the girl led by continuing to pull her jacket.
"You ... Where the hell is it?" asked Zahira whose position had been sitting with Naufal in a long iron chair.
Naufal raised their faces, their eyes intertwined. For a second they looked at each other, but then the man's face changed.
He smiled as he glanced mischievously at the girl beside him. The girl's forehead shriveled with a naufal face that increasingly looks sumringah.
"Well, why? You sick?" Hand
Zahira lifted up to touch her lover's forehead.
The man did not answer, instead invited to the cafeteria by embracing the owner of the shoulders who was astonished to see his unpredictable behavior.
After arriving at the table with four chairs facing each other. Naufal ordered pecel rice with one bowl of Zahira's favorite meatballs.
After two dishes laid out before the eyes. He immediately devoured the rice with a pile of peanut spices that smeared various vegetables under it. Sapid.
"So we're not going to breakfast?" ask Zahira. His hands were still busy cutting meatballs, while occasionally seeing Naufal who had not raised his head so he enjoyed a plate of rice pecel.
"Not yet!" he answered with cheeks bloated because he was still busy chewing.
"Oh" said Zahira.
After the restroom food was gone, Naufal took tissue and rubbed it in his mouth.
"How's your script?" naufal asked with his hands folded on the table.
"Udah wants to be finished, just a little revision in chapter four" said Zahira. "Why come late" he continued.
"Sleeping, why is my message not being answered"
"Involuntarily matiin data so that the same focus of the thesis,"
Naufal.
"Just relax, a photo session together at graduation will be carried out, if we can be a photo preweding later so that the expression looks natural."
Zahira frowned, not yet understood what her lover meant. But a split second of his nose looks like a kembis holding a laugh that makes him feel embarrassed.
"Not connected" he said, who could not hide a smile with red cheeks.
Amidst the laughter of the two of them, Naufal saw a woman in a pink hood look uncomfortable with the man next to him.
His eyes lit up looking at the man's hand flirtatiously touching the girl's chin. With a burning face he got up from his seat, in a quick motion....
BUGS!.
