Bian winked and tried to adapt his eyes to the surrounding light. He focused his eyes. "Dance?" he exclaimed doubtfully when he was fully conscious. He raised his body and rested on his elbow. "Are you thinking about it here?" "Bian," Sarah called. "After dinner, can I be helped change the noose?" Dance noticed her husband`s sleeping face. It seemed like he hadn`t seen Bian like that. His face looks peaceful. Unthingly, her hands were outstretched and caressed her husband`s soft hair in her hand. Tari was gently chewing Bian`s neck when her husband vomited his breakfast.
He removed tissues and eucalyptus oil from the sachet. He was just in case he felt bad finishing the match without knowing that Bian was vomiting first. "I also have something to tell you. I never told anyone that. I want to share it with you. "Yes, compensation," Tari replied. "If you violate the injury, there will be compensation." There is still no answer. Dance opens the door. It`s open. Bian did not close his room. Doubt that he intervened. Her husband`s room was dark, there were no lights. They play all day, almost every ride defies the adrenaline rush they try.
Eventually, Bian took his wife on a bianglala journey. The stars are already visible in the darkness of the night. You can see the twinkling lights of Jakarta from above. Sarah let go of her hand. "Nothing, get ready for tomorrow`s work." Bian cracked when he took the phone from the TV table and checked it out. IT`S TRUE. Tari sent her a message about the VA a few days ago, but she hasn`t read it yet. Although it is a vacation, he has a futsal date with his friends. "I can`t," Bian replied. Bian visited. He knows what it will lead to.
Sarah looked at him softly. His girlfriend`s face got closer. Barely far away. Suddenly, a tearful face of Tari appeared in his head. Dance leaves the door open for light to enter. Slowly approached by her husband. "Mas Bian." dance slowly. Bian still does not move "Mas Bian". The dance slowly shook her husband`s arm. "Just take a taxi online for a while," Bian suggested. . "There is no rice.
I just make pancakes," Tari said. "Uh, it looks like we`re running out of milk. This weekend we have to shop. I see what`s in the fridge for breakfast. Bian took a deep breath. Maybe Dance won`t like what she`s going to tell. But he has to tell you. Let his wife know the real situation. "I`m glad you told me about your parents. Thank you for your trust. Of course, it`s not easy to share the past you want to forget," Bian said. .