2.Laper Tengah Malem

I HATE THIS SITUATION. Udah ngantuk banget tapi tiba-tiba laper. Jadi ngggak bisa tidur deh. Aaa…

Aku sering banget ngalamin ini. Tiap jam 12 malem atau jam 1 pagi. Suasana gelap, mau ke dapur ambil makanan tapi nggak berani. Aku suka gitu tuh. Serem gitu kalo malem-malem ke dapur, pas buka pintu tiba-tiba...! huaaa…

Jadi untuk jaga-jaga, aku kadang suka bawa snack sama air minum ke kamar. Itung-itung buat ganjal perut. Pernah saking lapernya mag aku sampai kambuh. Tapi aku tahan gara-gara takut keluar kamar.

Disini kita bisa tau apa fungsinya makan malem. Ya supaya kita nggak kebangun malem-malem gara-gara kelaperan. Kan nggak enak. Aku suka nunda-nunda makan, dan inilah akibatnya.

Thank you :)

Ifah

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