"Huah." Lona yawns wide, she pounces on both eyes. Groped her bedside in search of a square object called a mobile phone. Routine activities that millennials do after waking up, checking their phones. Either, it's notif or not.
"Ck, why are my readers just a little bit?" raved Lona when opening a webnovel account and looking at only a few readers. The woman threw her phone on the bed, then got up and walked staggering out of the room.
The condition of the apartment is not better, after two days of rain never absent greet the earth Jakarta. The woman dragged her footsteps towards the kitchen, opened the fridge and then scraped mineral water from a bottle of a former one of the famous brands of mineral water.
"Ah, fresh." Lona sighs with relief after wetting her esophagus with cold water.
The woman glanced at the laundry place full of dirty dishes and so on. All day yesterday he worked overtime to get a bribe of rice. Today he intends to take a break until later in the day and go outdoors in search of inspiration.
Lona walks towards the bathroom, washes her dull face, soaps her face with face wash soap that stays thin and needs energy to get it out.
"Ah, I forgot to buy face wash soap," lona smiled smitten. "Never mind, don't wash your face." He then switched to taking toothpaste and started brushing his teeth.
"Akwu akwan pwergwi kwe kafwe dekwat minwimwarket Sanwia," Lona said in no uncertain statement. As a writer, of course, he needs a new nuance so that his imagination can flow smoothly. Today he will go to the café and forget about his terrible apartment. He's pretty sick of working in his messy apartment.
"Ah, very fresh." Lona wipes her slightly frothy mouth.
After brushing her teeth, Lona came out of the bathroom. Walked to the nightstand table in the kitchen to make cereal for breakfast. Lona enjoys her breakfast while checking her phone. Watch the show on youtube which he likes. Horror content that is sometimes scary when watched in his old apartment.
Lona looked at her hand holding a mobile phone, she recalled with the dream hand of the man who yesterday stopped by the supermarket. "Ah, it's nice if I can see his hands every day. Especially if you hold it. My stomach will flower like a person falls in love," she quipped before spooning full of cereal and making her cheeks bulge.
Tring!
One important notif appears on his phone screen. There's a notification from their favorite author who has uploaded a new chapter. Lona immediately took out her youtube page and opened one of her favorite reading apps. The orange app that he used to channel his hobby of reading books. Now the era is more sophisticated, until the paper turns into digital.
Lona is busy bribing and reading, focusing on the storyline that the deaf explain with diction diction that sometimes makes her dizzy. His favorite writer is a typical writer who uses a lot of poetic diction. Sometimes it is also surprising to see a man who loves the world of writing so much and manages to create a romantic diction that makes the heart cringe.
"Well, it's over." Lona comes to the last part of the story she read. He glanced at the cereal bowl in front of him, running out of nothing left.
Lona walks to the trash can, putting her cereal bowl in a box full of it.
"Okay." Lona circulates her gaze around. "I'm going to clean this place up," he added later.
Lona began moving to clean up leftovers, unused paper and anything else strewn across the living room table. She also tidys up her dry clothesline, folds it neatly and puts it in her wardrobe. After that start sweeping, mopping and putting dirty things in the laundry. Once everything is clean, he starts washing dishes and so on.
Cling!
Her apartment looks clean after a few hours Lona tries to clean it up. "Last task, throw away the garbage," he murmured, glancing at the black plastic garbage bag that was stuck in front of the entrance.
Lona smoothed her hair, made a squear on her head, leaving some of the children's hair unraveling unattached. The woman wore her black sandals, lifted a garbage bag and exited the apartment. A little dragging the garbage bag that turned out to be quite ebrat considering it's been a few days he did not throw the garbage down.
Lona went down the stairs with great difficulty.
"Uh, there's Ms. Lohan. Just woke up, Ma'am." The sound of someone makes Lona roll her eyes lazy.
Lona smiles thinly at the mother who crossed paths with her. "My name is Lona, Ms. Mirna. LONA, not LOHAN," he later pressed his name.
"Ah, it's the same." The woman with the hair in the bun did not ignore Lona, passing the woman casually.
Mrs. Mirna Larasati, a resident of Grand Kalibata apartment who lives on the 9th floor. A single middle-aged woman at her age who almost stepped on the head of 4. Don't like someone calling her 'mom', even though she is very suitable to play the character of 'real mother'.
"You old maid! Could he have likened me to a Lohan fish. My jidat's not offside." Lona ranted as she continued down the stairs. 'No wonder he's single until now, I don't think his partner feels at home with his sarcastic rant and stabs him. His speech was even more scathing than the hottest level samyang, ah, no, black paper... Uh, I can go crazy every day hearing his nagging." Lona continued to rant until she reached the ground floor.
Get out of the apartment building, walk towards the garbage recycling bin.