It's work from a flash fiction project. I did it with a friend and then stopped. So I brought it down for you to read. You can criticize. It is expected that the work should be left for approximately 1 month.

The layout of the page, including the colors and spacing, are still not beautiful and pleasing to the eye. I just recently started working with good children for the first time. If you have any suggestions, please tell me.

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sugarhut

yes

“Pong,” the alarm sound from his cell phone rang early in the morning. Chris picked up his cell phone and looked at it. A sound alerts people she follows to update their Facebook status. Chris picked up his phone and pressed read and then put it down as before. She turned to look at the window. Smiling alone, quietly in the dark. 'If you can't see my face, I wish I could see the roof of the house.'

A proverb from young people in the past, but nowadays it must be changed to 'If you can't see my face, I want you to see my Facebook'

“Are you awake?” a voice asked from outside the room. along with the smell of toast floating in

"Um, do you have anything to eat when you wake up?" Chris asked, not getting out of bed yet.

“Toasted bread with milk. Are you going to wake up and wash your face and brush your teeth before eating, or are you going to eat it all through your teeth?” a teasing voice asked as a soft face emerged from the door of the room to look up.

“Eat like this and you're too lazy to take a cold shower. Can you eat in your room?” Chris replied, staring at the face of the person standing at the door.

“No! Please get out of bed and eat outside. I'm too lazy to clean the room. There's no time or the ants will make a nest right on the bed.” The high-pitched voice of the man in front of him made Chris slowly move. Slowly, he moved away from the blanket. like a lazy cat

“Hello, how are you?” Chris sent a message to the conversation partner on Facebook.

“I'm fine, but my liver is sick. I have a stomach ache with people in my neighborhood.” A reply message came from the other party.

“What are the people at home doing that are giving you a headache?” Chris asked.

“It feels like he has someone new. He doesn't really care about me. I'm only interested in talking to someone on my cell phone, but I don't know.” The interlocutor sent a message back.

“Is there anything you can tell me? Happy to listen." Chris replied with concern.

"Thank you. You're so cute. It would be nice if people at home were cute like this too ^^" The message that replied made Kris unable to smile.

“^^ People at home are not nice. You can love me.” Chris replied in a serious tone.

“Eh, that's interesting. It's rare to find people who talk about the same topic. People who like the same things But it was our fault that we met too late.” The interlocutor replied in the same matter-of-fact manner.

“When were we all in the right place at the right time? We would have come to love each other. But now it's not. It's still good to be friends." Chris replied with a smile.

“It's a pity. Sometimes God does things that don't make sense. that is destined for people who understand each other It's too late to meet you, don't you think so?" the interlocutor replied.

“Yes, God is doing something that doesn't make sense. But we can shape our own lives. If we want to do it,” Chris replied.

"I'll take it into consideration <3 ...darling...of someone else." Chris smiled at the message on the screen.

“Chris, let's go out to dinner. Quick, take a shower,” a voice called from behind, causing Chris to place his phone face down in his lap.

"Why are you making so much noise? Chris is nearby." Chris raised his voice in response.

"Oh, you're wrong again. I called you just now and you were sitting there smiling all alone." The tall and slender owner walked in with an annoyed expression on his face.

Chris and Putiman's marriage began to have problems when Chris started turning his face to his phone. Sitting and smiling at the emptiness Putti himself began to hesitate in the relationship. Sometimes he wanted to cheat on her. When he meets someone who understands Let's talk and know more. But his bond with her keeps him here. Try to solve the problems that arise.

“Honey...can you help me? I'm stressed out and don't know what to do about what happened.” The message that popped up made Chris decide to continue sitting in the bathroom. Leaving Putthi waiting at the dining table

“Is there anything I can help with?” Chris texted back.

“My boyfriend never paid any attention to me. Acting like you're annoyed all the time Might it be time for me to give up?” The other person asked for advice.

“Before making any decision, think carefully first. We've been together for a long time. Maybe he isn't what we think. But if you really can't handle it Come love with us:

P”

Chris replied.

“Um, I still love him, I love him very much, but sometimes we don't understand each other. When I talk to you, I feel more comfortable. You and I understand each other better. That he and I will understand each other again. If he could understand me half as well as you, that would be great,” the interlocutor replied.

“Thank you for feeling good. We feel good about you too. Are we dating?" Chris asked directly.

“Well, thank you for giving me the opportunity. But I wouldn't ask for that right even if I felt good about you. But it's like you're his shadow. There are many things in your identity that I feel. Even though we've never met I feel like you're like my girlfriend. But you understand me more than him. But that doesn't guarantee that we'll get along well. I think I still love my boyfriend.

And I don't think there will be anyone. Sometimes I joke with you I apologize. I thought I was talking to my girlfriend. I'm really sorry if I misunderstood you.” The interlocutor gave a lengthy reply.

Chris turned off his cell phone. She felt like screaming out loud. Should she be angry, angry, or happy that he rejected her without a trace? The man embarrassed her with the conversation that had taken place. But he made her feel happy. I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't speak. Chris decided to quietly walk out of the bathroom. She walked behind Putti.

looking out of the store Chris leaned over and hugged Putti. while whispering in the young man's ear in a soft voice

“Thank you for loving me. And never thought of cheating on me.” Putti turned his head and looked into the eyes of his lover who embraced him in the eyes of hundreds of people without caring about anyone.

“What's wrong with us? What's crazy? I'm ashamed of that person.” Putti turned away from the woman's embrace to stand up. He was embarrassed by the looks of the people in the store.

“Chris isn't crazy. But I'm the one who's crazy. We can be together and talk frankly. If we don't talk, we have to have Chris secretly sign up for Facebook and add us to talk with him in order for him to vent his feelings." Putthi's face turned red with embarrassment. He was stunned by what had happened. He never knew the person he was talking to before. The person he feels good about in the cyber world is the person next to him.