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“If we marry I will take care of loe.” Just this time Nilam saw Juju very seriously, he refrained from laughing.

“Tomorrow we say. What time is it?” Nilam pulls Juju's wrist looking at the watch. “Yes eleven hours, Ju, Babe—“

“Ni, seriously. We should get married as soon as.”

Silence created, Juju held Nilam's two shoulders to look at each other in close range, halted as the girl threw a glance around, the two adults until they stopped looking in their direction. Nilam quickly let go of Juju's hand.

“Diliatin person, tuh,” said clumsy.

Feeling uncomfortable so the spectacle of Juju taking her home, take a taxi without an argo that runs in front of the hospital building. During the journey the two were silent, drifting in each other's minds. Juju who tried to dampen his feelings mixed with the attitude of Nilam who did not want to understand his meaning.

While Nilam, think of the sentence Juju. Getting a proposal from a person who is considered a friend makes his heart restless. Afraid the young man beside him was disappointed, also doubtful of his own feelings.

Should I marry because I think it's weird? Ughhhh! Mak ... How should Nilam?

Arriving at the boarding school Juju explained to Mang Didin the reason they were late to return home, easily the gate was opened without having to make a fuss with Babe_the middle-aged man would be angry if he knew this.

Before returning to pick up his bike Juju looked at Nilam who was about to enter, without saying anything. The young man's eyes were clearly implied disappointed, on the other hand Nilam restrained himself saying.

In silence they both felt different pain. Nilam felt guilty if he had to make a good young man hurt, but it was also difficult to change his affection as a friend.

He decided to give himself time to think of the right answer for the good of both of them.

Elsewhere ....

The old man saw the target from the reflection of the water in front of him, it was Nilam who was walking towards the boarding door.

“Enjoy the night quietly, Beautiful ..tomorrow big surprise is waiting for you,” his hiss later

chuckles long.

There's a wicked plan in his brain.

***

This week, Nilam and Juju are on day shift until ten in the evening. As usual, rolling shifts change per seven working days.

After Dzuhur Juju has come to pick up. After removing the helmet it was seen the young man's hair was wet,

like a shower. His eyes are a little red and red.

“Kenape, lu?” tanya Babe suspects Juju to be less excited.

“Not why-why, Be.”

“No why gimane? Your eyes are bruised so, nangisin sape?”

Juju rubbed his face. At the same time Nilam appeared. The two look at each other for a moment, inviting Babe's suspicions

who was cradling a bird, but stealing the view from the gap of the cage.

“Gue denger you two last night kemaleman ye home. It was Didin who reported. Why ape, nih?” A father's instinct in Babe comes out, asking Juju for an explanation.

Babe's nephew was an orphan, and Babe felt responsible as a replacement for his late father. If there is anything, he will feel guilty about taking sins.

“Let's go home from work Juki story, Be. We leave first.” Juju quickly got up, grabbed Babe's hand pinned to his forehead.

“Mari, Be,” Nilam nodded stiffly.

“Iye, be careful.” Babe's eyes are not yet separated from the two young people whose movements invite suspicion, until Juju's motor out of the fence and lost from view.

***

“The phone is off, yes, Ni?” Juju asked as they arrived at the basement, the parking lot. Nilam took off the helmet, just came down from the splat.

 “Active. Why?”

“Ah, no. I didn't pick up last night, chat wasn't answered. Are you all right?” ask juju again, flat-pitched. He glanced at Nilam who seemed to be thinking of something.

“Sorry last night overslept. I'm good, really. Just a little sleepless aja.”

The young man looked at him straight. “Have the answer?”

Nilam averted the taste by pretending to be busy tidying the ends of the hair tangled, hit by the wind along the jalantadi.

“Answers, Ni?” Juju held her hand, stopping Nilam's movements.

“I need a second thought, Ju.”

“It's an emergency, Ni. Loe in danger.” Half hissing Juju spoke, it's not good to sound like someone else.

“What emergency? I'm fine.” She spread her hands while looking at herself. “If I am sick, it is impossible to work, ‘kan?” Apparently annoyed he stepped first out of the basement area.

Juju's taking her steps.

“That's because you don't feel. Unaware.”

“Suach, Ju. I'm dizzy.”

 The girl in pure white looks unconcerned again Juju explained the details of her strangeness.

“Well, this necklace is 'would I say don't wear it again!” When Juju wanted to pull the necklace around his neck Nilam pushed the young man's chest, annoyed.

“Ju, plis, the strange is that you are not me!” he slightly ran for pace.

“Nilam!”

They've gone into the side door hallway, where the employees. It was as if he had not heard his name being called.

The two-and-a-half-meter-wide long room was still quiet, because day shift employees had not yet arrived, usually they were in place when changing shifts at exactly one hour. And, the morning part is still on duty in the front room.

“Please the necklace.” Juju no longer knows how to explain to Nilam to understand his point. A little hard might make Nilam understand immediately. Juju quickly blocked Nilam's arm until it was locked in front of him.

 Nilam's sharp gaze pierced through his eyeballs without a blink.

“This tube energy is not good.” Juju's hand was already holding the cold stone, and was about to pull it.

 “What energy?” Nilam hit his hand hard. “This is a Sacred gift. And, nothing strange, understand?”

The girl managed to escape from Juju, she walked towards the locker with pursed lips. Juju's attitude made her grow irritated by a hundred percent now.

The young man looked resigned, standing glued for a while, looking at Nilam who began to tidy up in front of the wide glass three meters away from him. The young man's mind is uncertain.

Am I wrong to worry about you, Ni?

Juju began to be able to control himself, now will start preparing to focus on working first.

When passing through Nilam, the fresh-scented girl was rolling her long hair up. As soon as Juju's steps came to a halt, her net caught something at the nape of Nilam.

 “Shortly!”

His hand quickly held the girl's hand movements. Hairstyles in the shape of a conch, broaden the look on

white nape of the girl.

There was a black Nine figure, appearing like a lump of live meat there. Juju tried to rub rough, trying to remove it.

“What the fuck, Ju?!” Nilam turned to face him because he was disturbed.

“Itu.” The sentence of the Juju does not continue. The little-nosed girl again glared at him.

“Juju, please. Don't start again,” Nilam pushed him a little, but staggered because Juju insisted on wanting to show what he saw just now. Patchouli that almost fell into his chest.

 “What is this?” The sound of a person with a special logic made both of them turn their heads. Looks clean white men, wearing a red shirt already standing up straight watching them in a hugging position.

“Do not have any personal relationship during at work,” he said looking at them alternately.

Bon-Hwa watched Nilam stutter trying to stand up straight.

“Nilam to my room now,” his command made Nilam nod quickly assented.

Before it passed, the girl had pinched Juju's arm hard, her tongue sticking out mockingly. Leaving the young man looking at him ambiguously.

“Ckk, the girl!” decak Juju, squash.

***

Hwa the type of leader who likes to patrol, the man with a gallant body was able to rebuke Nilam so that his face was not made to bend.

“Visitors will run if all employees put on that face,” said the dimpled man when deliberately passed by him, in the operational room earlier.

The girl seemed to be struggling to control herself, taking several short breaths. Try to put his best smile when in front of visitors. Even though it still looks forced, the curve on the full lips is still twisted. Nilam was disturbed by a sense of weight that began to run through his head and nape.

Half an hour to go home, now at 21:30 Nilam as usual to Mia's room first, then to

hwa room for evaluation today. But Nilam could not concentrate, the pressure that clogged his head penetrated into his chest until he was short of breath.

‘Nilam .. Nilam ..’ Whispering sounds appear echoing in the eardrum, occasionally heard.

Mia, who was teaching him an important section of the restaurant admin, observed Nilam's anxiety.

“You're sick, Ni?” ask the woman in her thirties.

They sat facing the computer monitor.

Nilam shook his head, but then said, “Nilam to the back for a while, yes, Ma'am ...."

Mia frowned looking at Nilam who was rushing out.

Maybe he has a stomachache.

The girl who is usually responsive when described is expected to quickly replace her position. Resign Mia

approved already. And, he wants to focus at home, taking care of the baby in the belly who is already waiting for the day to be born.

Meanwhile, Nilam went into the pantry room, the taste turmoil mixed in his mind. Pain and ... hunger brought him here.

Without looking around, he immediately approached Kimchi soaring in a white bowl patterned, Nilam's appetite so unstoppable.

The spicy mustard gems were scooped up immediately filled the mouth. The contents of the bowl disappeared in an instant. That sauce

attached to the hand is wiped until it sounds delicious. He did not realize that the two employees and the chef in the back were staring at him with widened eyes and open mouths.

“Nilam!” Hwa appeared half-run closer.

He went there after receiving another employee's report. Nilam's hand was pulled by Hwa into his room.

The girl who was still drinking sauce around her mouth looked satisfied, despite receiving various reactions

of the employees who were there.

After entering the room, Hwa pulled a chair in front of her desk, telling Nilam to sit down. The brown-eyed man

sitting in front of him, blocked the work desk. Hwa's thick eyebrows slightly raised saw Nilam rubbing the former sauce in his mouth with the tissue he had just thrust.

In his view the girl looked confused. Nilam's round eyes seemed empty and agitated. Not a minute here a few times Nilam touched the nape.

“Do you have any problems? Pain maybe?” The boss opened the conversation. Nilam looked up, looking confused.

“...” The girl did not reply, looking at him innocently, like she did not hear.

Bon Hwa advances the body.

“What-you-have-a problem, until this?” The man pressed down on every word that came out of his mouth. The typical ginseng logic sounds unique in the ear, like the sound of people talking while poking something in the mouth.

Nilam was momentarily surprised, staring at Hwa clingy in such a close distance made him suddenly nervous.

This red-brick lipped girl tucked the child's hair behind her ears. Squeezing tissue on his palm.

 “Eng-not,” replied Nilam clumsy.

 “Then, your salary is cut for the Kimchi you ate earlier.” The man retreated, leaning back on the back of his chair.

Nilam stretched his head back and held his nape. He began to realize his appetite sometimes appears terrible without being controlled. It was as if something inside there was charging immediately filling his stomach.

Is Juju right …? He remembered all of Juju's words.

The feeling of heaviness in the nape of Nilam increasingly becomes.

"How, Nilam?"

 “As for Mr. Bon only,” he replied originally while squeezing his back that feels heavy.

 Hwa held a smile seeing Nilam's behavior.

“Then I said, call Hwa. Can't '” The guy doesn't like being called Bon, he thinks it sounds weird. However, Nilam feels stiff every mention of Hwa, the last name of the foreigner.

 “I-iya, Mr. Huwa. Hwa,” said Nilam while holding his head.

There's a Master in front of him, huft!

“Should if sick do not force to work, I see you are not healthy.”

Nilam did not answer because he was getting nervous. Many unspeakable strange flavors moved under his skin.

“Ma-maaf .. excuse me, seben—“ Nile standing from chair. The balance is gone until it sits back down.

Hwa immediately got up, circled the table, approached her.

“You stubborn girl, let's hurry now I drive home.” The thick-haired man thought Nilam

since then, I have forced myself to work. It's not usually this weird girl.

Hurriedly Hwa grabbed the car keys at the corner of the table, then carried the limp Nilam like boneless.

As they came out, Juju and a few other friends were waiting at the door, curious about the conditions

Patchouli.

Juju quickly approached. “Nilam?”

He heard his friend groaning in Hwa's lap.

the incident in the village repeated?!

“Quick prepare my car!” Bon Hwa's orders shocked him.

Juju quickly responded, he grabbed the key at the tip of his boss's finger.

They half ran out, towards the parking lot. The atmosphere was a little murky as others wondered what had really happened to Nilam.

“We go to the nearest hospital here,” said Bon Hwa.

An employee opened the door to Hwa's white Corolla sedan.

“Nilam doesn't need a hospital, Mr. Hwa. Please take it home,” by Juju quickly. He explains

little did Nilam experience in the panicked-looking man.

Juju helped Nilam get into the car\, inside there was already Leli_female employees who participated_preparing to welcome Nilam's body. After ready to leave Juju ran quickly to his motor\, immediately drove as a guide on Hwa towards the cost of Nilam.

He plans to ask Babe to call the clergy to help the girl.

Nilam's condition looks severe, hopefully quickly wake up again. Fresh and forgetting this incident like before, Juju thought expectantly.

Like getting another obstacle. The one-way road to Nilam's cost is usually quiet, now even being crowded. Dozens of cars moved slowly before completely coming to a halt. The sound of a simple horn, including from Hwa's car.

All stopped.

*What's up ahead?*!

Furious Hwa hits the steering wheel, annoyed. He glanced at the rearview mirror, seeing Nilam shiver hugging his hand on Leli's lap. There was red liquid flowing from his nose.

Oh my God, what's wrong with that girl?

 Bon Hwa *\,*