The Angel of Time

The Angel of Time
chapter 33


Astrid always hinted at a song to code, which she hoped I would understand without her speaking. Indeed, I understand from the things that are quite detailed, from some that he might do and not do always keep the reasons hidden in it.



All the ways I've tried to convince Astrid is that I'm still working hours. I decided to continue the conversation after work.



Time has shown at 23:00, it is time for our work to end. I cleaned the consumer area, swept and mopped, because there were two people so we split the task in two areas.


When it was over, I sat down at my usual place. Waiting for him on the shoe rack, which was right at the door. Astrid appeared past me who was sitting. I got up from my seat, I chased after him who was about to go to his bike. I prevented him from turning on his motor.


"Astrid don't go home yet." she just looked at me, without answering.


"You still angry?" my many.


"Not really."


"Are you really not angry?"


"No, after I thought about which person I would trust more. I trust you more."


"No longer angry."


"We also know what kind of person Mr. Agus, I was no longer in the mood, so affected by Mr. Agus's speech."


"Don't go home yet."


"Where are you going?" ask Astrid.


"As usual we go for a walk."


"But I'm tired."


"We're sitting in front of us first."


Finally he was no longer angry, I was worried, even I was afraid if he hated me. I try not to make mistakes. Sooner or later it will happen.


"Mr Astrid.." Suddenly Mas Matin called Astrid who was still sitting on the bike.


"Yes Matin sir!!" answer Astrid.


"You are not absent yet." said Mas Matin.


"Oh yeah, hahaha sorry Astri forgot." Astrid ran straight to the cashier for the presidency.


He immediately came out of the door, I approached him who was standing next to Mas Matin. Mas Matin is talking about cigarettes that sometimes make join.


"Bak Astrid knows jion doesn't?" ask Mas Matin. All around us, the children laughed at the question Mas Matin asked. I smiled, but I didn't want to talk.


"Jion what's join?" ask Astrid.


"Not join, but jion!" answer Mas Matin.


"Zion what's jion Mas?" ask Astrid.


"Wear the J, jion!" answer Mas Matin.


"Jion what is it?" astrid asked in surprise.


"You don't know jion? Matin assures the question.


"I don't know what jion is" Astrid replied.


"Well, if you don't know, you ask Gio, he knows what jion is. Jion is a verb that two people do. Ask Gio, he knows."


I who heard Mas Matin's explanation confused me. What do you want to answer? Honest or lying? What kind of discussion is this?


"Gio you know what jion is?" ask Astrid.


"Hahaha ahh that is not discussed here" I replied.


"What's wrong, Astrid wants to know!" astrid.


"Oh Gio wants to be discussed together. Later it can be practiced as well" said Mas Matin with a smile.


"Haha it's joined means." I said.


"Gio lied Ma'am.. Now Gio can't be trusted. Haha Gio has jion!!" said Mas Matin trying to frame me.


"Hahaha anjay." I said. All around the children were satisfied because I was in the work of Mas Matin.


"Yes Gio, are you lying?" ask Astrid.


"Save your question I'll answer. But not now." I replied.


"Yes, but tell me?"


"Yeahaaa.."


"It's not true."


"Dududu... Lalalalala.."


The atmosphere of the night was slightly broken, pranking me to answer things that should not be a discussion. But how else, I just wish he'd forgotten that question.


I invited Astrid to sit at the front desk. Everyone's gone, only Astrid and I are left in that place.


"Why are you suddenly so angry?" my many.


"I'm not angry!"


"Yes, you brought me."


"Usually also if we are one shift rarely excessive communication."


"Yes you know, but you were cuekin me."


"I used to fuck you too."


"Hmmm.. Usually you say the spirit of Gio, or at least you make it, the paper you lipet-shaped love. You keep writing Astrid and Gio. You love me."


"It's fitting we're different shifts."


"This is how you were angry with me. Pas me from the outside, pas entered said there was something similar Dita. Keep Pak Agus nambahin there are beautiful like Dita cake. That's why you're moody."


"I am jealous and silent. If angry be silent. I'm not jealous."


"Why did you keep quiet?"


"I thought you said you were beautiful."


"Aren't I?"


"I don't take it, there's another girl you praise."


"But I didn't praise you."


"Dudududu.." said his mainstay when he did not want to hear any explanation. He glanced right to left.


"Not believe anymore."


"What was Zion?" ask Astrid.


Anjay, he remembered what was discussed earlier. I didn't get to explain it. But I promised to explain.


"You mean jion?" I said.


"Yes, what's jion?"


"Oh, that shouldn't be discussed."


"What does it mean?"


"OKAY. So gini. Emmm.."I said.


"What the hell, have you ever been jion?" ask Astrid.


"Haahh what?" my answer.


"Not to answer I'm craving again."


Astrid looked down and covered her face. He was silent even though I tried to call him many times.


"Yes yes, I am clear. You're here first." I said.


"Hmm?" Astrid smiled and raised her face.


"Jion, if it's here, it means anu.."


"Well, by the way, nothing says anu-anu continues. It's not clear."


"Jion's a lip kiss! Don't talk about it!"


"So you ever?"


"What the hell.."


"Honest!"


"Usually yes!"


"Who's the guy?"


"You'll be angry!"


"No!"


We continue to fuss over things that I might not think need to be discussed either. Perhaps because his mention was quite unique if he heard it, he became curious.