Jam 9 Malam Aku Pulang の小説・ストーリー

He smirked and walked out with the file. ☆ 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐙'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 Jasmine got home pretty late, she jammed a huge traffic while returning and that gave her stepmum reasons to nag at her.

I'm quiet because my best friend is sick again. They said goodbye because he was already sticky and his neck was still rash. I’m no longer curious to assume they’re hickeys. "Hon, I'm done. I'll take a shower too," he said. I smiled, at the same time saying "Can I come with you?" meant to roll my eyes. But she answers me no. A big No! so I just frowned on the side. This turn left me alone. Asar! --- It was past ten in the morning when we finished tidying up. Today is the day we return to Makati. I still have jobs to deal with coming back. I put them in the car before I was the last to ride. And because we were tired, the driver just drove it.

By 9:00 PM, we were usually all packed up and ready to turn off the lights and sleep. But then one day, Harmony suddenly asked, "Anastasia, what time did you come back last night?" I was confused by her question. "I came back right after dinner," I replied. "You didn't leave after 9:00 PM?" Harmony's voice sounded off, and I wasn't sure why she was asking. I answered anyway, "No, I didn't. I sleep pretty soundly; I never get up during the night, and I sleep until morning."

The journey home, marked by the discordant notes of a day in disarray, culminated in the solitude of tears and the unspoken yearning for the simplicity that had slipped away. As I succumbed to the exhaustion of emotions, sleep became a refuge, offering a temporary escape from the harsh reality that awaited me outside the realm of dreams. In the quiet solace of slumber, I hoped for a reprieve, a chance for the world to reset and grant me a tomorrow where the burden of the extraordinary would lift, if only for a moment. Jamal’s POV

"Honey why haven't you come home yet, where are you at night?" Not long after he answered my message. "Yes, for a moment, I'm going to go home, friends are still having fun inviting me to stay in touch and chat all day long." Yes, I just continued to rest, around 23.00 WIB Rahman went home. Looking exhausted, I hurried to open the garage door and prepare food and drinks for him. After this midnight meal, we rushed to our room to rest.

Samuel said and then he smiled awkwardly, "I'll be back quickly, so please don't lock the door, okay?" I immediately squinted at him and said, "Didn't I tell you that you don't have to drive me, Samuel?" "And didn't I also tell you that I can't let you go home alone at this late, Jeanne?" Samuel returned my words with the same words. "But it's not too late!" I replied quickly. "For me, after 9 pm is considered night. So stop arguing, and just accept it," Samuel replied me. Hearing his words, I patted my forehead in disgust. I guess it's useless arguing with Samuel — I thought.

"Time to come home." **END OF CHAPTER NINE**

"You bring the baby home at night," said Gerry, who had just caught his son and son-in-law arriving home after traveling to their old friend's house. Now it's eleven o'clock at night but Arsya and Anjani have just returned home with Jeno who has fallen asleep in Anjani's sling. Gerry, who saw it, of course, shook his head, not thinking why they were coming home late at night with Jeno who should have fallen asleep comfortably on his soft mattress, not in Anjani's arms.

When he returned, his smile was back in place, though he didn't seem as excited as earlier. “Sorry about that. It was work.” he said, sitting down. “It’s fine,” I replied easily. The rest of the dinner passed without any incident. Cake was brought out with a candle I hadn’t asked for. Malcolm sang softly. He sang off-key, making me laugh loud. When we got home later that night, I fell asleep. ************************* The Next Morning My phone rang at 6:12 a.m. I fumbled for it, half-asleep, squinting at the screen.

“Let’s go home.” Jasper didn’t bother to ask again, and we got on a motorcycle. *** We quickly got home. The ride was smooth, and there was no traffic. It’s best to go on trips close to midnight. As soon as I got off the motorcycle, Jasper took the helmet off my head. “Ahm, I’ll be leaving later,” I told him. I don’t know, but I want Jasper to know that Damon and I are back in the province together. “Why? Where are you going?”