COLD DUDA
YUANITAS
“Good Morning, come back again with me Yuanita who will provide the latest and most actual news, on Thursday 26 April 2018.
Viewers, there has been an explosion at the fireworks warehouse that occurred last night in Somarende, a sub-district in Banyuasin South Sumatra province. The explosion sent local residents into an uproar. According to the Regional Emergency Management Agency (BPKDD), the explosion that occurred at exactly 20:00 local time started from a store and fireworks warehouse in Platuk area, Somarende. …
Thus the news that we can present this morning, I Yuanita and all the crew on duty resigned. Thank ye.
Good morning and see you again.”
“Cut!! let's first evaluate today's broadcast”
The orders from the Director echoed in these ears, although the knees were trembling because of the slow sitting I would not want this leg to be forced to walk into the crowd, there was a director, crew, there, the announcers all stood there was no difference from each other.
“News brought today is quite good because it is still fresh and is viral, for the reporter team thank you for quickly responding to looking for news on related sources, for your crew also thank you for working with the maximum, thank you also for Yuanita, without this senior broadcaster the news we bring will not be what – apa”
“Ah father can, all this thanks to the hard work of all of us. Thank you for related crew already working pretty well”
Yes, that is, it is, every day after work we conduct an evaluation and the same – is grateful for the cooperation between us who have struggled to present news that can be enjoyed by all Indonesian people.
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Yuanita, my actual surname is quite short with 1 word and cannot be said with length.
Real women are not kw kw ‘pastinya’ bloody native Javanese who are wandering in the capital in order to find rupiah.
A senior broadcaster ‘anya’ who has been turned over here and there, send job applications, rain, yelled at seniors and some of them I have been through. Getting to this point is not easy.
What age is it now ? Do you have a husband or not ? is a very question – very I avoid for now.
Let alone a husband or a future husband, a boyfriend I do not have. Miris rasannya, even though my age has stepped on the head 3.
The evaluation was over, I swung this pair of legs towards the dressing room. Looks mbak Ita best friend as well as my coworkers are ready – ready. She hosted one of the Talk Show, no less senior than me, the mother of one child who married the Obstetrician. His near-perfect life often makes others envious
geleng – head bobbin.
“Lesu very lo ? Ntar nongki – nongki yuk let your face segeran not like a shirt not yet ironed like that, kucel!”
“Sorean yes ? I want to bobok first nyampek house”
“It is, exhausted dhuhur so I wait to film all my children pick up from play group”
Although arguably quite financial, mbak Ita can still be the figure of a housewife who ajibb, without a maid, without a babysitter as well but trying to entrust to the play group to leave her child. It's not possible to take his son to the studio where we work.
Hopefully later I can be like that, can handle home activities. Later but, I don't know when the candidate will come.
Arriving at home my drowsiness arrived – suddenly disappeared, replaced by the sound of worms thrashing – hours requested in the contents and like someone squeezing part of my lamb ball. Just remembered this morning I woke up a little late and had not had time to eat breakfast just drink a cup of chocolate milk favorite.
Rectangular objects in the corner of the kitchen hunt – I hurry to examine all the contents, cold cabinets seem empty without a sign of shopping time has arrived
It does not take long, a plate of fried rice vegetables this style has been sitting comfortably on the table with a warm clamp by a pair of spoons and forks
The rice grains are no longer visible on the plate, immediately I wash and sit on the sofa in front of tivi. Alhamdulillah, be grateful,
this pair of buttocks and waist had landed safely.
While this pair of eyes is busy washing eyes with the crowds of the streets, this pair of ears do not want to
stay put.
The voice of toddlers is heard crying, like a head that is installed either nuts, bolts or whatever the name immediately turns and looks for where the source of the sound.
The atmosphere of the cafe, which only had a few tables filled, because maybe many have returned from his afternoon break, makes the sound of crying sound quite loud.
Just as there was a man coming out of the room next to the cashier,
“Liatin what do you ? ngincer guy again ? terbet” I turned the head, it turns out mbak Ita has sat rabbi with his son
“Ngecengin tuyul existing”
“Lagian lo most milih”
“Choose what ? Fried ? just no one has come to me how mo choose sih”
Ma'am Ita, it's like Mother, brother, friend, friend where I complain. When I run out of money at the end of the month, it is with good heart to lend me money that until finally I often feel sad continue to bother him
“Nit, there are cute guys all the time you fit”
“Ledek aja continue, males deh jadi” I do not care about cerocosan mbak Ita who sits in front of me, I solemnly enjoy the bread Maryam plus ice milo my mainstay here.
While on a flash, I swipe my phone screen on the Instagram app. Not to upload a post or insta story, somehow want to just see – see the search field.
The picture was taken on a large beach, with a man holding a beautiful girl
with hair in pigtail 2 like an ant antenna. The figure of ayaebel really, his smile was able to transmit to anyone and did not feel these lips raised to form an arch followed by eyelids that also narrowed.
“Didih, there are people talking not on the turn now smile – smile is not clear. It's crazy, 'cause
not hunted dapet mate ?”
“What the hell, do not have a soul mate in the field, again trying to nyari dikatain again. Double – double my life load long – long kak”
The sound of laughter immediately boomed on this pair of earlobes, I pursed these lips. Very know if I'm not right – really angry with him,
“Sewot mulu, definitely again red” date Well right, date – sacred date like this too he knows really even memorized out of head despite only seeing the reaction from the mimic of my face. I nodded my head slowly
“Hinjur holy fit tuh, let cepet be his son” added digelantur deh his nonsense
“The mouth is mbak, ntar children lo contaminated garbage talk lo beware aja”
“She's mah if already playing hape likes to forget mainland”
“As for you mbak” With the sound of laughter still shaking the stomach, I immediately stepped my feet towards the cashier table. Hunting mules every day in jailin continue.
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