When Married?
The KM Part 64
Flower put her cup down and ran to the bathroom, Nana immediately followed with great worry.
"Hoeeeek.. hoeeek...."
"Flower, what are you really sick with?" Nana rubbed the nape of the nape and back of the Flower.
After his nausea subsided Flower washed his mouth and face, after finishing he again sat on the sofa near the bed with Nana who followed him earlier.
"What pain do you have? be honest with me!" Nana asked full of probes while applying wind oil on the Flower's back.
"I'm fine Na, just catch a cold as usual," he said weakly.
"What happened to this suitcase? and why did you come in with a tangled face like this, what exactly happened?" nana Cecar.
"I stopped working. But I can't go back to my mother's house because I haven't told her about it, can I ride a few days here?" The flower forced her lips to smile even though her heart was bitter.
"Of course you can, this door is always open for you at any time. But why did you stop working? isn't your job now a big paycheck, isn't it baby?"
"Can I answer the reason later? I'm currently taking a break." Flowers closed her eyes.
"All right, I understand, rest. Is there something you want to eat? you're so pale Flower, should I buy you some cold medicine?" Nana stopped applying wind oil.
"No need to Na, a short sleep also must have been delicious really," said Bunga reassured Nana.
"Yes, if there's anything tell me yes, it's just that later in the evening I have to be overtime until nine o'clock at night because at the supermarket there is a new product event, there is a new product event, are you okay with me staying here alone?" Nana clasped the Flower's hand.
"Didn't you see how you look now huh? everyone who looks at you will be very worried, not even there in the mirror!"
"Iya_iya sorry, thank you Na." Flowers embraced her best friend
"Together Flowers."
Actually Nana's feeling was really bad, this was the first time the Flower looked so messy. He felt something bad had happened to his best friend it was just that he chose not to ask further. Maybe Bunga is not ready to tell a story at the moment, he thought.
*****
As soon as the Flower from the apartment, Literature threw and slammed the things inside, her chest felt claustrophobic and erratic, she did not understand herself.
The twists and turns of her teenage trauma filled her head, she screamed in frustration and grabbed her hair.
Literature flushed itself under the shower hoping that all the bad memories he had long buried were lost flowing with the water.
By the afternoon Literature had just come out of the bathroom, her body shivering and her skin wrinkled for too long in the cold water flush. After changing clothes he took his car keys and went out to look for a sngin.
Literature drove the car in no direction, wanted to go wherever he did not know. He daydreamed while driving his car, he thought drifting somewhere.
Almost his car hit the road barrier, fortunately Literature was driving at low speed so that he could control his car easily.
After a long drive without a destination, Sastra parked his car in a restaurant to just fill his stomach, he entered and sat in the gazebos that had been provided.