"Ring... Ring... Ring..."
"Aw, man..., damn it..., who called me so early?"
"Ring... Ring..."
"Oh, Come On! Please, let me sleep a little longer..."
"Ring… Ring…."
"Yeah, ok... if that's what you want! Hello...?"
"Hemione? Why are you sound like that? Are you already woken up?" asked a man's voice over my line.
"Hello…, yes..., er... Sorry, who is this?"
"Angga! You haven't forgotten about me, have you?"
"Ah, Angga, I'm sorry, so sorry. I worked overnight and fell asleep in the morning... Ok, what's the matter?"
"Hey, wasn't it you who called me first at half-past six this morning? Sorry for not picking up, I was looking for breakfast. I'm really hungry after staying up all night long. What's wrong?"
Wait, me? Calling Angga? Oh, yeah, I remember. "Um..., Angga, I want to ask about the project of the artist AH's house. The project that was previously held by you."
"Ah, yes, you're the one who went ahead with that project? What's the problem?"