Call Me Rain
3 Friends

"Emiiiir. "the melodious voice of Mama Indri who woke up her beloved son, but who was called still cool with her dreams and did not change position even more tightly hugged her roll.

"Ampuuun gusti, boga bujang jam sakieu is still peureum" the original Sundanese woman began chattering with her language that is not understood by some netizens.

(capampun gusti, have a young man at this hour still sleeping)

The Mama with all her might snatched the bolster hugged her son.

"Wake up no, he said there was a lecture this morning, what time Emiiir "he shouted again to make the ears of anyone who heard it buzzing.

Apparently the child began to realize the schedule of his morning lecture, immediately sat down and tried to open his eyes wide.

"What time is this Mah?" his eyes that were still red and felt heavy gnawed quickly.

"Jam tu-juh Emir !" answer my mother with great emphasis.

"Geez, why didn't you get Mah built" Mirza rushed to the bathroom, picked up the towel hanging from her place and went into the bathroom.

"Makanya sleep anyway do not rich kebo. clearly built even more cool hug equally bolsters, it is thought that guling ga engap what the same smell asem he."the mother grumbled while tidying up her son's mattress that was as messy as an earthquake had happened.

Soon the bathroom door opened, when the mother had not finished tidying up her child's mattress.he turned to the door, it turned out that Mirza had come out of there with a towel wrapped around the waist.

"Laah.you take a shower or whatever in the room, the feeling is not there 5 minutes deh." Mama Indri glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of her son's room.

"Guide Mah, with extra speed" she answered while opening the wardrobe and choosing the clothes she would wear to campus.

"Mama suspects you don't use soap well."sang Mama approached her son, with a pillow still in his hand.

"Elaah Mah, the saucy will wear off with soap." replied Mirza accordingly.

"Sick shit." Mama Indri threw the pillow she was holding.

"Ga sepet Mah Yes, Mama came out very noisy. Emir wants to wear clothes. hastily nih."the basis of a disobedient child.

"Yaudah really live wearing clothes, from small Mama also saw you swallow jang" with the rest of the Mama back tidying up the mattress of the child.

"Yamaa.."

"Yeah. Yeah, let's have breakfast first." Mama Indri stepped out of her son's room.

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"Crazy dream what I was a night, had woke up late. the motorcycle tires use deflated everything else, I was sprayed by the lecturer earlier" Mirza is now in the campus kantin with Marko and a bowl of meatballs.

"The dream of mating is the same. fairy times" replied the young man who had never been synchronized between his mouth and his brain.

"Yakali there are still fairies in the modern world gini. You are just as rich as Mama" Mirza answered the words of his friend's non-logical.

"No, it's not a fairy. but .. like an angel". the young man's gaze sparkled as if he saw something sparkling there,

"What the hell is you".

Realizing his best friend is getting weird, and he's getting used to being weird. Mirza turned her back and followed the gaze of her long-sleeved best friend.she saw a tall, white woman, with long hair dangling, her body slim, the woman wearing jeans and a short-sleeved t-shirt. although his sitting position turned his back to the pair of friends, but Marko was very sure the woman was very beautiful seen from her shiny hair.

Mirza turned back her body, he had not had time to comment, he saw Marko had walked closer to the woman, maybe he had found words of seduction that he had somehow obtained.Near him the woman, may have found words of seduction, Marko had already started his seduction.he sat next to the woman, while Mirza continued to pay attention to the behavior of his best friend, he was not far from both.

"Hi can sit here, can't you ?" marko asked the woman, although there was little distance, but Marko's words were clearly heard in Mirza's ear.

The woman turned her head "May" she replied in a soft voice, precisely softened.

Pretty lady? not !

Marko is seducing someone who is tall and smooth-skinned and soft-spoken.but...is in fact a half-man woman or half-woman man? and I don't know since when I was on campus.

"Ban cii. "the screech.

"Where did he go, he said he wanted to sit here, here was Merry." the half-finished woman giggled and patted the bench next to him.

"Oh my ogah" Marko shuddered, he felt amused himself by his behavior "my bad dream was a nightmare" he continued.

"Why don't you say that." Marko patted Mirza on the shoulder.

"Whose nyelonong nyamperin is whose person? " Mirza was endlessly laughing at her best friend whose face was now turning pale. "Eat the angel" he said later while throwing the old tissue that he squeezed.

"Ah shit." he said

Mirza was still holding her stomach which still hurt from her laughter.

"Tomorrow come to Ko's house, watch out for you don't forget."after the laugh subsides, Mirza reminded Marko of the event at his house.

"No promise to dear Emir.." Marko replied by pinching Mirza's cheek gently and moving her right and left.

"Heh Markonah when you hit Merry, yeah, tickle me." Mirza brushed off Marko's hand.

"My uncleanness.Tomorrow I have to pick up the airport, but if I stop by, all the passengers eat."Marko thrust the fork into the meatball bowl and took one of the largest meatballs and devoured it.

"I've got meatballs ah..."Mirza who did not want her meatballs taken again chose to keep her bowl away from Marko.

"For a little ngapa, stingy very dah" with a mouth full of meatballs Marko threw a fork from his hand. "if there is something beautiful I must come deh." he continued while chewing the meatballs.

"It's a woy recitation, not a pajama party. The one who comes is definitely a layover's son not an abege."

"What's wrong, the horrors of his son who has a big home already." Marko grinning.

"Just graduated from Markonah Junior High, want to be your fedopil" Mirza so jubilant with this friend of his.

"Good dong, mayan dong dapet dede gemesh."

"As for you dahh" he chose indifferently.

"On the way, ko I'm not invited" one of Mirza's best friends named Martin came with an emperware branded rice box.

Mirza and Marko looked at each other, before Martin sat down in his chair, they stood up and said

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"Rubba"

"Some one likes "he continued...

the three men named 3M disbanded.

Madam canteen: woyy's meatballs haven't paid yet ! 😁