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Patience To

Although upset, Parto still obeyed Shela's orders to take her home. Parto turned on her motorbike, Shela was still standing where she was. Not moving at all.

"Sir.. This is so I can't take it until I go home? It's even there"

"Yes be it.. But before that, I want to tell you first, you don't take the chance to get your bike in the gas brake. I know what you're going to do! And again, don't hold me. I don't like it!"

What semalem before going to bed I pray wrong, I ask to be met with my soul mate not with a drop of cake cake gini.

"Sir should be without me to tell also Mama can think for herself, if my hand is only two. And both of them I use for the motorbike, how can I hold it there try Mbak? In part, if you bring the motor must be front, not maybe my hands are nosy looking for a back grip. It again has a mind that is always bad with people, will not Mbak I bring my motorcycle model so that, what is the gas brake gas?!"

"Once you have the science of splitting amoeba cake, have many hands of octopus cake, have bad intentions to Madara," said Shela annoyed.

Actually this Shela why do not like really like the same Parto, know also not but can-can be troublesome like this. Maybe it's true that in Parto, when she was a child, Shela liked to spray detergent powder.

First impressions are important. So according to Shela what Parto did was all wrong in her eyes. Parto took a breath and inhaled free oxygen from the nearby Almighty was wrong for her.

"If I live in the anime world I choose to be Naruto now, I use the style of a thousand shadows. The real me will rush out of here leaving this Mbak kayak here with my ugliest shadow among the other shadows!"

It seems that now Parto is eroding her senses.

"Bak if it's still in there mending I go, not be nganterin Mbak go home. I also have more important business than this,"

"Other business? You want to confide?! I'm sorry I don't have time for you to worry, I don't care what business you have. All I want you to do is get in our trouble,"

Our problem? Your own problem more precisely.

"Good Ma'am..! I was always excited to hit this guy, "Parto said as he lowered his jacket zipper, took off the jacket and put it in the seat where Shela wanted to sit.

Shela who saw that was upset again. When is he not upset?

"You think I'm a virus, huh? take your jacket again.I don't want to sit on a stranger's jacket! Who knows, you're going to spread the panu, the kadas, the ringworm, from your jacket to me!"

"Astaghfirullah Mbaw.. What are you actually created from? lest you be a demon in the form of a human being, every talk of you makes my tension rise. I have been resistant from earlier yes Mbak to stay polite the same sampeyan but, the reply was even always talking ngalor-ngidul (right-left means talking slamming everywhere) not necessarily direction! That's why I gave you your jacket to cover your dirty clothes more than the feet of all the people in this village. I think that if we walk with a sampeyan appearance like that, people will think that 'iya-iya'. My intention is good, if you don't want to wear yes wes,"

Parto lost her temper, Shela who saw that was silent. When Parto took back her jacket, Shela pulled it instead.

"Deliver! I'm not giving you his pinjem?" That's all that came out of Shela's lips.

Parto takes the jacket out of her hand, and Shela wears the Parto jacket without lifting the zipper up. Then he sat in the back seat, too behind the nyampe to knock the end of the boncery. He wanted to keep his distance from Parto.

After the heated debate they just kept quiet. On the way Parto was reluctant to make a sound, Shela was also like that. It was like they were on strike.

Though Parto did not know where Shela lived but, she remained in her stance to remain silent.

"Where are we going?" Shela finally opened her voice first.

"Nganterin came home, told Mom to wait 'cause I got all the eggs I bought broke."

"Where do you know my house?"

"No,"

"Why not ask? Is that what we're muters?"

"I asked or not the answer in sengak'in mulu kok,"

"Chose, so parents don't fuck!? This is from here turn left,"

And so Shela who directs where Parto drove his motorbike to get to his house.

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That morning Parto was really a lot of beristighfar in the heart, his patience was tested by a woman figure he did not know his name.

Before arriving at Shela's house, Parto accidentally stopped her motorbike at a small stall owned by local residents to buy a broken Shela egg.

"Assalamualaikum ma'am, Shela's home.."

Shela said hello after getting off the Parto motorbike, Parto came down after half an hour riding her Chicken,

"Waalaikumsalam, astaghfirullah Shela.. This is you why kok bagotan kayak gini eggs?"

"Pangapunten crank katah Budhe (sorry Aunt), the eggs were bought, and I'm sorry that the long-order egg (you) broke because I wasn't careful with the bike."

Before Shela replied, the Parto behind Shela immediately came after her.

"What is this, who is this Mas'e? go in first.. Shela you also come in, take a bath. clean up your body."

Shela and Parto enter the house, Shela goes straight to the bathroom to rid herself of the fishy smell that had disturbed her nose.

Parto sat in the living room chair after being handed over to her by Shela's mother.

"Who is this?" Ask Shela's mother, please,

"Kulo (me, me) Parto Budhe.."

Sighing, Parto prepared her guts to reveal what had really happened.