Back To the Beginning
The Ambition of a Boy

tonight after a shower and a clean-up I decided to make spaghetti for myself, on the sidelines of eating my phone suddenly rang... I let it go because it's my habit not to pick up a phone number I don't know and without a name..because usually the phone numbers are not clear it is only from insurance agents or online loans offering their products and services, disturbing! I said as I passed letting the phone keep ringing.

after finishing eating and washing dishes I headed to the middle room turned on the tv and fell asleep on the sofa which was again disturbed because of the phone that rang, I took the phone lazily, too, waiting for the call to turn off by itself and checking.

gosh...what are these 11 missed calls with the same number, who the hell bothers the nights? curious I was waiting for the next phone who knew the caller had not given up my thought, then my phone really rang I decided to pick it up.

"hall.."

"hallo..bi.." The voice I know, Indra!

"Indra, what's wrong?"ask me to doubt

"can you help me bi? I need your help now, can you come here?"

"you why ndra? yes-yes I was there" I answered immediately turned off the phone took my jacket and bag and drove my motorcycle to the apartment Indra, in the street I did not stop cursing my stupid behavior who just wanted to come to this place... why the hell I**** so maki on myself who got a look of wonder from the apartment security guard who knew me then say hello "good night Indra ma'am", "hehe night sir" I replied then, what the hell else to call her Bu Indra anyway, I walked in with annoyance.

"Hay bi.." said Indra from the room whose door was not closed.

"Hay... Are you okay?" my question went straight into the room, I touched his head and cheeks, Lord Indra fever. I then ran to get a medicine box, warm water to compress and towel.

"drink the medicine first yes, we eat this porridge"

"makasii bi" Indra according to taking her medicine and going back to sleep, I chose to go back to the kitchen and cook porridge for her while running around cleaning the trash on the table and cleaning the living room. not to forget I washed his dirty clothes and prepared porridge and warm milk on the table next to his bed, all was well but Indra did not wake up. I decided to go home all sore this anyway it's already 11 p.m., tomorrow I have to work.

I wrote a little memo that I put on the refrigerator door #don't forget to eat the porridge, take medicine and rest. A :).

I entered the room again changing the compress and then ran a little out of the room before the crazy idea of hugging the man who was still into love was really done... it's over bi, all this you do because pity is not love! I calmed myself down and went home.