My husband's Autistic
SA Chapter 40 Anxious

Mia enjoys her dinner alone. Just accompanied by the sound of the television blabbering, unattractive in Mia's eyes.

Mia chews her food lazily, if only she was not afraid of getting an ulcer - it felt reluctant to swallow it.

Time was still showing at 7:15 pm, it was still too late in the afternoon - but both eyes were already unable to withstand the drowsiness. Mia rushed to finish her dinner, she would watch television for a bit while digesting her dinner.

Hopefully not sleeping.

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On the other side...

A man in a hood just kept walking without direction. A piece of paper containing the home address of a girl he longed for.

Unconcerned by the speck of rain, his body that began to shiver with wetness-did not block his strong determination.

He left Rajendra's house, while the rest of his family had dinner. With a heart of heart out of the house, even had to crawl and hide in a bush of flowers - to avoid servants and housekeepers.

And now, in the midst of drizzling his two long legs did not tire down the streets crowded - ignoring the gaze of a stranger who was curious to him.

"Janu should ask the same people. Mia said, if we don't ask, we can get lost."

The man in the ash hood stopped his steps. His eyes looked at every corner, looking for the person he was going to question.

January sighed softly, when he saw a tent stall that looked crowded. He was sure that he could ask the people there.

But his steps stopped, when the feeling of doubt came back to haunt him. What if they're not good people? what should he do now? asking or running?

The steps of January slowly retreated, he preferred to leave that place. Both legs back down the street, under a dim light - January glanced at the digital watch in his hand.

It was 8:45 p.m., which meant that he had been outside for almost two hours. Walking in no course direction, leaving Rajendra's residence without any preparation.

"Where's mia? Janu is afraid to be alone here,"

January gripped his own arm, channeling his fear and despair.

One of the houses not far from January, a girl wriggled quietly. As a result of drowsiness whack him to sleep on the sofa, with the television still on.

His eyes opened, feeling cold and hungry. The girl clucked softly, in a night situation like this her gluttonous stomach was back thrashing - asking for a ration of a bowl of warm meatballs.

Lazily his two eyes glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It's still 8:55 p.m., not too late. The subscription meatball shop must still be open, because it is not late.

The girl grimaced even more as her stomach made a sound again. Lazily he grabbed the phone that was on the table, opening the case. His small smile rose, when he saw the red rupiah tucked beautifully there.

"I'm sorry, I'll wear it first. I'm lazy to go upstairs," he said slowly.

"It's the stomach or what the hell is Mia?! it's so easy to get hungry, wonder!" added again.

Mia immediately rushed over, after making sure the house was locked tightly. He walked down the street of the compound, on foot to the highway.

His smile expands, when he sees his subscription meatball shop still open. Mia quickened her pace, with a sparkling face she greeted the seller.

"Ordinary people!"

"Wah Neng Mia, just looked again. Where was Neng yesterday?"

Mia scratched her itchy cheeks, the girl smiled clumsily.

"Work Bang, now go home first. Kangen with her brother's meatballs," Mia giggled to herself.

"Is it the same meatball, is it the same with the meatball?"

Mia's little laugh broke, the girl held back her laughter so as not to disturb the other customers. For Mia jokes like this are no longer strange, the origin is not outrageous.

Mia chose to sit down while waiting for her order. Both eyes were busy on the phone screen, but both ears could still hear the conversation of people nearby.

"Crazy people? I also asked plonga. He's calling people names,"

Mia frowned, her hand movements came to a halt when she heard the words of the man behind her.

"Who did he call?"

"Eemm- what was that? Ma- uh no. What yes? Mi-Mia is Mia if it's not wrong. I'm afraid he's running, like crying too."

Mia's body stiffened, the phone in her hand almost dropped. Her throat was dry, even when Mia swallowed the saliva was difficult.

"Name of his mother, if not his girl. Where does he keep running? pity it must be his family nyariin dah."

"He ran towards the kamling post at the end of sono street. Where the clothes are soaking wet again, pity me anyway."

Mia tensed up even more, her two legs loosening. But as much as she could, Mia got up, and immediately ran away from the meatball shop - not caring about the screams of her meatball brother.

'Janu, Janu, Janu, Janu, ' only that name is in his mind at the moment.

I hope his mind is wrong.

WORRYING STRUCK THE HEART

**THAT'S IN WORRY

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