
"Yes, why at home?" rico said after parking his bike in front of my boarding door.
I deliberately opened the boarding door so that fresh air into the room, understand only because living in Jakarta the temperature was very hot. And I looked at the clock on the new wall showing at half-nine p.m.
"Then are you back at this hour?" my mouth actually asked, because there was an event I thought he would come home later.
I hurried to stand up to him. I smiled thinly interspersed de...