The Blocked Love of Amnesia
Five: Coffee Part Two

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I got to the pantry. I took a round glass and there was a grip to hold. The glass is white and there is a beautiful leaf pattern.

I opened the coffee container and then scooped a few spoons of coffee grounds and put them in the round cup. After that I took the sugar with a teaspoon. Daaaaan, the last. I poured hot water into that round glass.

SRTR ....

Wow, that smell, you know. Drugging myself. Very fragrant. To the extent that I also became interested in coffee that way, you know.

I pat the desire to coffee it, then take a spoon to stir the coffee to mix it perfectly.

"OK, SIAPP," my centil then brought the cup of coffee to Andrea's room.

I opened the door without knocking.

"This is the coffee" I said, then kept the coffee on the table.

"Thanks" replied Andrea.

I nodded, then walked out of the room.

Eiiits, wait wait wait. I took five steps back. Who's sitting at Andrea's desk? I think I know. Kupicukan. And, ah yes! He's Renaldi. What is Renaldi doing here?

"Renaldi?" I just can't believe it.

Renaldi looks nervous, maybe uncomfortable because I called him too tight. Not too tight, anyway. But, it sounds quite right down to monas. Hehe, not even times.

"What are you here for?" ask again.

"Eu, uh,"

"Oh yes, Risa. Introduce it! This is Renaldi, pemi ...,"

Renaldi cut Andrea's speech. "Chairman of OB staff in this office." Renaldi said sparingly.

"Ouh that," I'm ooh.

"Yes," Renaldi replied while Andrea scrunched her forehead.

What happened aya naon this tea?

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During my work break, I decided to have lunch in the office cafeteria. Maybe just buy a box of rice. Because the storage of the treasure aka the contents of my wallet has been thinned.

Undeterred. I checked the precious treasure in my wallet first, who knows there is a lot of red money in it. Uuuh, hopefully.

And. Yes, there is only a KTP card, my boarding address paper, office address paper, monthly shopping paper, two pieces of a thousand coins. Daaaan, here we go. One ten thousand note.

"Where else?"

"WOW!" I patted the eel until I went out of nowhere. Okay, take the ngacleng jidat first.

I forgot, guys. My money must have been left in the other wallet. UUH, sucks! How's dong, how's this???

"Eh wait, wait, usually, right, I like slipping a hundred thousand dollars in silicone. Okeee, may this be a miracle."

"Bismillah, bismillah, bismillah." I say the name of Allah, may there be money in my silicone.

I slowly opened the silicone by closing my eyes. Rogoh, rogoh, rogoh, where, huh? I opened my eyes when I got something from my rogohan in that silicone.

Yeah! Quota voucher!

"WHAT?" I screamed in my heart. Btw, how do you scream in your heart?

"Well, how about it, I'm a real laper." I'm resigned. I was really hungry. I haven't eaten in the morning because I'm afraid of bad luck, and now, I want to buy some food. The money in the wallet is twelve. A corpse! I might be starving for stage 4.

Iuh iuh iuh, my stomach is rumbling, sounds like a choir at an orchestra festival. Darling, right? How hungry I am right now.

I sat down and looked at the other employees who looked happy with their food. Duuuh, do not let my saliva flow profusely.

"Rise!" someone patted my shoulder.

I was quite shocked, I hurriedly swallowed the saliva that was gathering inside this mouth. Although it feels a little strange. But let it be, I assume this spit I swallowed has a strawberry flavor.

I turned around, "eh, Renaldi," I said back. "You haven't changed your OB clothes?" my many.

"Euuu, no. Coincidentally today the boss told the OB leader to wear office clothes" he explained.

I feel a little weird. But, ah, that's it.

Kruyuk. Kruyuk. Kruyuk.

I gasped in shock, I thought the orchestra festival choir performance in my stomach was over. It turns out it's still going on. Shy, shy, dong.

"What's that sound?" ask Renaldi.

Tuh, right. Renaldi heard. Duuuh, now it feels numb to me.

"Oh, yes, Ris. Have you eaten?" ask Renaldi gently. Make me uuuh shalala manjah.

I shook my head weakly, looking for that attention.

"We had lunch with Yuk. I'll deal, deh." Invite cheerfully.

My eyes grew bigger, as big as a basketball. ALHAMDULILLAH'S CHAT. Eiiits, but, I feel sorry for him. The OB salary is a bit.

I finally answered with a sentence, which is anonymous to my stomach. "No ah, fear of trouble,"

"No nicotine at all! Udaaah, come on ah, what do you want to pesen?"

"Euuu, I'm buying rice boxes." Answer shy.

"What else?" ask again.

"White water" I replied.

"Continue?"

"Udah,"

"just that? You don't want to eat special food in this cafeteria?"

"Euuu, it's up to you. I nudged, hehe," I answered wrongly. Understandably, I'm hungry stage 4.

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Oh yeah, I want a story. I actually have a friend in Jakarta. Sorry yes, from the beginning of the episode I have not known you to my best friend.

Coincidentally, today my best friend was going to play at my boarding house. He said he wanted to take me for a walk around Jakarta while filming his YT channel. I'm, anyway, yes. Alias agrees.

Tok to tok.

My boarding door's knocking. I'm telling you, the one who knocked on the door was my best friend. I woke up from my lazy fall and opened the door.

"Risaaa," she screamed.

Is correct. Apparently she. The world's loudest creatures.

Name's Ita. His full name is Itaaaaaa. His full name is Ita Sarita Sarkonah Bint Odah Muthmainnah Al-Maesaroh Ulala Beybeh. That's right, dong! Yes yes. Its full name is Italian Aloevera.

If examined more closely, uh further, his name is like the name of a country and another name of aloe vera. Right, guys? Right-in-just. Let cepet.

That's so.

When I first met Ita Sarita Sarkonah Binti Odah Muthmainnah Al-Maesaroh Ulala Beybeh aka Italia Aloevera it was the first day of work. I met him at the office.

Ita Sarita Sarkonah Binti Odah Muthmainnah Al-Maesaroh Ulala Beybeh aka Italia Aloevera works in office as Finance Treasurer.

"Risa! Why haven't you changed your clothes yet, anyway? A corpse! You are!!!" he nodded with the distinctive voice he had.

I snickered then took my snack at the table.

Kresh, I ate that snack.

Ita took my snack. "You don't eat, before you take a shower! Oh, take a shower! We'll be shooting beauty vloggers on my youtube channel!"

"Yes, no! I'll be like an ondel-ondel."

"Abviously, I'm not a famous beauty vlogger. A Class of MUA,"

MUA is Make Up Artist.

I grinned again. Right, anyway. Ita is a Youtuber, she is a beauty vlogger. And today, I'm going to be an actress in her vlog. Addduuh, I'm pretty happy. If I do, my happiness has reached 99.99%

Oh yeah, you know what? Who is the beauty vlogger I often watch at YT? At that time I said I often learn to make up of her YT channel the beauty vlogger.

Y'all know?

He's Ita.

ITALY ALOEVERA.

Oh yea!

When I first met Ita. I was in tremendous shock. Actually I'm just as he is. Because all this time I always watch her vlog make up. Suuut, this is our secret. If Sarita Ita knew, she could have been at the level of the planet Pluto.

Okay I take a shower first, before Italian Aloevera again let out a blaring cry. The scream that can defeat the screams of Queen Lucinta Luna.

AAAA !!!

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I forced Italian Aloevera to sit by an open window. He set the camera in front of me. Then mic in front of the camera.

"Risa, relax. My audience is tight, really. My subscriber is also small, only seventeen million," she said sok yes while arranging her makeup tools.

"Ria Ricis, dong."

"Wkwkwk. Yes yes, I also know, my subscriber is only one million two hundred eighty-eight thousand five hundred twenty-one."

"Crazy, memorize it."

"Yes, dong. I also know who my subscribers are."

I jerked. "Oh yeah? How, can?" Duuuh, don't let him know that I'm one of his subscribers.

"Yes, right, they like the comments on every vlogku RISARA RISARA RARA DONGRAK!" his yell.

"B time of intonation."

Thankfully, that was the reason. Thankfully I never did. I'm just siders. Dark audience. Alias is the audience who just watch.

Ita took a breath. "Okay, we're starting."

Ita turned on the recording of his camera.

"Hi guys come back with me. WHO ME? WHO WHO WHO WHO IS WHO? HERE I AM, ITALY ALOEVERA." I smiled at the camera. That sweet spot.

"OK, guys. Today, I want to snack on my best friend. Her name is Risa. His full name is RISARA RARA DONGRAK."

"Haiii," I waved. "Enak aja," I glanced when I realized that Italian Aloevera called my name RISA RISARA RARA DONGRAK.

Ita. I'm laughing too. Sok humble that, let the audience vlog Ita likes me. Hehe.

"Okay, just go straight. Today I want to make up-in her with a natural but elegant make up. Don't skip! Especially out. ARE YOU READY???"

"GOS!" my shout is as expressive as Italy's Markonah. Uh, Italy Aloevera.

Ita then started dressing me up while explaining what materials she would stick to my smooth face.

I'm pretty happy, anyway. Can get into the Italian social media Aloevera. A humble and cool beauty vlogger.

UUCH.

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Wayeuuuuh😂

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**WEDNESDAY, 27 11 2019

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