THE PRINCE OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS
eps.22

"This is ck.ck.ck... Have you taken a shower?"

"Ye, handsome guy like gini hasn't taken a shower? Hellooowww my people have reached Singapore!"

"Hahaha singapore? There is a rock, there is" I sneered.

"Buset by now, this boy says he doesn't believe it!"

"Have you been, now where's your bike?"

"Eh, you are lying down or still drooling anyway, delete it first belek you!"

"What's the matter, I asked you all right, where's your bike?"

"Yes, it's obvious that our motorbike is tucked in the front warkop of the ghost gang, you yourself are behind in a taxi!"

"You mean, haven't you taken it yet?"

"Take that snore?!"

"Keep you're not here to bring my clothes?"

"Eh your brain is behind what is it anyway? Is this the new clock bepapa coyy?? The sun is just nongolin face, you think my house has a washing machine what?!!"

"Udah put your bags in my room, we're leaving now!" cut me, "don't snack mulu!!"

If by the way there is no abisnya, mingingingan leave now. First take the motor first in the ghost alley warkop near the terminal failed. Hahaha I am also confused why the name of the terminal failed, yes how not the name is try. Just built 3 months ago, keep the old terminal access moved to the new one, either because of what factors, now in fact there is no one in the terminal there. People love it in the old terminals they used to make a living.

Today the action of the two rangers began again. The difference is we no longer wear detective costumes, do not wear glasses, not also an over dosage black suit, and a magnifying glass, let alone the tiny HP. If you remember that one thing, there is a great regret in this heart. Ah, really, how not, shadow try? The latest HP that I just bought from my first salary from my work yesterday, HP with a five megapixel camera, only two days old if he lives, now it has become a rub, now it is a rub, who are ready to be entered into the sack and dikiloin aja tuh. The monitor can't live, waving hands is not strong. Probably drunk, because most drink rainwater.

"What about wil?"

"Not much different from the fate of your HP, modar!"

"Have you reported to RT yet?"

"Make what?"

"Rese lu!" He said while clicking my head.

I like to tease the cuwil. The look on his face you never change fox, dongo abis, I am amused to see it myself. Not upset, happy, silent, sad, or angry always perk. Yes, because he is one of his students mpu SUMI (hard to mekem). Besides being my brother, he can also be my true friend.

Apparently last night when the rain came home from the rescue mission of a small child, in the terminal ghost alley failed it, cuwil did not use a motorbike. Yes, I just remembered he also took a taxi as rich as me. Hmmm... good then, so a bit developed this geeky cuwil already know the same name taxi. I remember yesterday when he had the kid who was a kidnap victim, whose kidnapper said he was riding a blue angkot whose seat was only four and the antenna tone at the top. Hahaha, if you remember the event, laughter can not be diem.

Abis picked up the bike at the terminal, we both went straight to the manager's house and we managed to find his whereabouts, but to bring him home safely it was very unlikely. But I'm not out of my mind, without spending money on the matre kidnapper and without contacting the police to help with this, I'm sure it will be over.

After all that I do and think, the motor sounds chirp it back vibrating complex A in the stone manggarai. In front of the luxury house with white paint iron surrounded by wire then stopped. Judging from the model of his house that is all closed we can know that the possibility of this person has a stingy nature. As usual, the thick mustache guard sucks to approach us by not opening the fence.

"Sir is not home" he said grinning.

I didn't mind him, because I knew he was lying. Mr. Glades just called me and told me to come to his house right now because he needs something to talk about.

"The direct command of the Lord of the Glades, that we were sent to come to his house!" I said coldly looking ahead.

"Yes, that's right. Well you don't know who we are?" Cuwil added and I think he wanted to challenge. "We're an elite pair of detectives tasked with finding the little girl who's the daughter of Mr. Glades, the owner of this house and maybe your master too!"

"Hey, why don't you guys come in?" Shouted master glades from the front door threshold.

I told you, this security guard must be lying. The look on his face instantly changed, and immediately pretended to be friendly to both of us.

"Sir, let's open the gate!" His orders are on that security guard.

I grinned back at that shitty security guard. After reaching the living room of the luxurious house, it had emanated five ACs that immediately slapped my face smoothly.

"Please sit down, there's something important we need to talk about right now and it's very much about my daughter's life." Said seriously.

"Here you go," the middle-aged woman brought cold orange syrup and let us drink.

Cuwil immediately grabbed and dragged it until it was half gone. When I wanted to take my drink, the glass failed me and the water spilled on me. At that moment I immediately woke up from my daydream. And I found myself sitting on the front porch.

"Ah turns out it's still with the moccacino, it's cold again."