Terror Waiting Factory
Ngedate??

The sun was high, but Febry had not yet moved out of bed. For him, lazing in the room accompanied by the rhythm of music is the best me time.

"Sister, Brother Febry." His only sister poked out from behind the door. Febry opened both of his closed eyes. With a bit of laziness he looked towards the origin of the sound.

"Hemmm, what is an?

"Ciyeee.., who's already got a prick."

"What's wrong, bocil?" Febry's forehead frowned, digesting the intent of his sister's speech.

"That's in front, handsome Mas's coming."

Febry was imprisoned in shock, he quickly grabbed the hijab hanging on the wall, then put it up. Still in his pajamas, he ran forward to make sure what he heard was wrong.

But what was expected was lost. The red car that was very familiar in his eyes, was now parked neatly in the yard.

Noticing Febry's presence, the man in the middle of a conversation with his father smiled. He knew, if his presence would definitely make Febry surprised.

"Sir Ardi?" Febry watched the figure before his eyes closely. Not only surprised by the sudden presence of Mr. Ardi, but also because the appearance of the man is now very different.

If usually he is used to wearing a shirt but complete with hair drizzle, this time Mr. Ardi looks different. With a black shirt that fits on the body, combined with dark gray Chino pants, and sneakers that complement the appearance, making the man in his thirties look handsome. Febry rubbed his eyes many times. Convincing himself that the man was indeed Mr. Ardi.

"Sir Ardi, what's the matter here?

"Huusss..the same boss himself is not polite," reprimanded Father, who sat next to Mr. Ardi.

"At the boss' office, outside of the ordinary people, Dad," Febry choked.

"You take the road, and there is something to look for."

"Road? Not ah. Can't you, Dad?" Febry grabbed his father's hand. I wish my father wouldn't let me, so he won't have to find another reason to refuse.

"Come, just don't go home at night and don't fuck."

"Oh, Dad." Febry grunted in annoyance.

"Udah, take a shower first. I'm not ashamed if the girls at this hour haven't taken a shower. Tuh see, there is still a dry sore beside the lips," said Dad, while menonyor jidat his daughter.

Febry reflex mouth metup with both hands. Then turn around and enter the house with grumbling lips. He was surprised by the attitude of Dad, usually Dad will be very protective. Especially with his male friends. But this time, he actually looks very happy with the arrival of Mr. Ardi.

In the heart of Mr. Ardi as if he wanted to cheer, he felt victorious because he had been defended and given permission to go both.

***

"Where are you going, sir?" Febry who was sitting next to Mr. Ardi put on a sour face.

"To the mall, watch."

"Huh?"

"So I want to take Yuda, the son of Teknik. But how strange watching the same guy. later digosipin weird."

"Well, if I wasn't picked what was it?"

"Y mending in gosipin with you, rather than in gosipin with Yuda."

"I don't want to!"

"Would I want one too?"

"Well, Mr. Ardi is a ngeselin." Febry folded his hands together in front of his chest, then threw a distant view out the car window. Actually, he could have insisted on refusing Mr. Ardi's invitation, but somehow his heart said yes. When the man spoke, it was better to be gossiped with him. Febry felt like there was something warm in here. Something he had never felt for a long time was now swirling back.

***

"Isshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... What is the road behind me? We are rich baby ducks."

Febry just smiled, his teeth popping out of his thin lips.

"Here you know, the road beside me. Do you want to be fat and rich in rice sacks?"

"Yes... Yes, boss bawel."

"Would you eat first or eat out?"

"Subly Mr. Ardi. Uh but do you want to see what, sir?"

"It's up to you, Feb."

Febry blurted his lips, this time he felt in reply to Mr. Ardi with the answer "Sucer"

*****

"Are you sure you want to watch horror?" Febry asked, doubtful

"Keep watching what? Romantic-romantic film later you cry in the corner because of envy."

"Devil, fellow jones don't need to bother ya."

"That means horror, huh?"

"Yes, same old man."

"Oooo Arek Iki." Mr. Ardi hit Febry's nose softly using the ticket in his hand. The girl reflexively covered her nose with both hands as if in pain when not.

Actually Febry was a little hesitant to watch horror films, because he felt that lately he often got creepy things.

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The movie schedule is still a few hours away, they choose to eat first. A cafe waiter was taking notes on their orders.

"I'd like to order some fried rice with lemon tea, sir. Uh but add the same fries.... Uh that's it."

"What same? French fries?"

"Yes that, fried rice, lemon tea, french fries, crispy mushrooms as well."

"Udah?"

Febry. While waiting for the order Febry looks busy playing the phone in the bag. He smiled as he replied to the message.

He did not realize that the man sitting in front of him had secretly stolen a glance at him. Sometimes he smiled looking at the girl in front of him, but a moment later he threw away his gaze, afraid if the owner knew if he was being noticed.

Mr. Ardi felt an unusual debate when he was near the girl he had not known for a year , his heart seemed to wonder, what feeling he was currently feeling. Of love? Or is it just a sense of comfort that does not expect to be reciprocated.

"Your body is thin, but it turns out you eat a lot of y, Feb," said Mr. Ardi while enjoying the food he had ordered.

"Laper, sir. This morning had not had time to eat breakfast, ehhh no one went down the road. Mbuh in what order."

Mr. Ardi fell silent, as if he was out of words to reply to Febry's words. Because he himself did not find any other reason other than he just wanted to continue to be able to see the girl in front of him. Y that's all.

He thought, maybe because they often argue small and demanding work that makes them often meet, so that makes his days that were once ordinary now become extraordinary. It's great to miss not seeing and having a little argument with Febry.

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