The Story About Us
Wrestling in the Cafe

Shela re-enters the cafe, her steps like the Goddess Athena preparing for battle. His aura gave Mista goosebumps when she saw Shela walking past him.

Meisya like not learning from the past, she even showed off her courage.

"Yes.you don't make a fuss here. Embarrassed. Oh my God," Mista tried to hold Meisya's hand but was brushed aside by her friend.

"What's the matter again?" Shela asked putting both of her hands in front of her chest. Do you know what the cake is? If you do not know, then look for pictures in Gugel. We'll find some together. We were? hahaha, forget it! Othor's brain starts to smear.

"You! You show up in front of me right now just wrong and get in trouble! Don't get your ass here, this is my territory you know?"

Meisya pointed at Shela with her finger. But, it still kept a safe distance to avoid the surprise attack from Nini kunti.

"Wah wow... I just found out there's a pream here, too. Claim this cafe is his territory. What do you want?" Shela is undaunted.

Mysta is confused. What's up here? He's trying to reach anyone at his contact number. All his friends may be heading to this cafe so no one picks up the phone.

Mista was afraid that there was a scene of the dream in front of her eyes, in a public place. Ah it feels like he wants to enter Meisya into the item crackle and take her hastily away from it.

"I want you to apologize to me for what you did to me a while ago. You make me ashamed of all your actions!" Meisya said as she put both her hands on her waist. Nantang Ma'am? Yes, fix ngajak gelud that Meisya.

"Hahaha I'm sorry for which mistake? Don't talk at length but all your talk is rubbish. You know for yourself who humiliated who. Not me, but all because of your own behavior. Go talk!"

Meisya. He came forward and immediately floated a thousand hands toward Shela. But, Shela immediately dismissed Meisya's movements. Very easy to read. Now even Meisya's hand was turned back by Shela.

"Full freelin! It hurts! Crazy chick! What do you want to break my hand? Mista please!"

Mista ran over to Shela.

"Mbak.has released my friend's hand. Oh Allah, there is no one to say, Ma'am we can talk good Mama."

Shela immediately took off Meisya's hand but the shocking thing happened, Meisya instead turned to attack Shela by slapping the pretty girl's cheek. The pain from Meisya's slap spread around the slap area.

"Astaghfirullah's.. My God, are you crazy?! Ma'am, sorry Ma'am astaghfirullah..."

Mista tries to help Shela but Shela just keeps quiet. Enragement peaked. His face turned red like a tomato.

"What's? Why glare at that? We're even, right? How's it feel? That's what I used to be!" Meisya showed a triumphant smile. Devil smile.

Shela took the water on the cafe table, a split second of the water had poured into Meisya's face. Mista jumped in shock.

O Allah Gusti. It's my birthday why it's a wrestling match.

Not accepting himself being bathed in orange juice from a former cafe customer, Meisya who was also filled with anger walked quickly towards Shela. He wanted to slap Shela once more, but as Meisya started to get closer, Shela instead kicked Meisya in the leg. Deliberately blocking Meisya's footsteps while walking, Meisya fell down.

This made Mista panic.

When it will stand, Meisya is surprised by the spread of a bowl of meatballs that have been given a top of sambal and sauce on it.

"Aaaaach crazy! What sane are you?"

Shela still doesn't budge. Mista helped Meisya to stand up.

"Here you are. Appreciate me. This is my birthday..." Mista shed tears.

Shela looked furiously at Meisya.

"You're lucky to have her friend!" Shela walks out of the cafe but, everyone is startled by the Meisya bar-bar action that throws a medium-sized wooden chair towards Shela. He did not accept the humiliation he felt. Who is insulting him?

Yes, maybe Meisya thinks all of Shela's actions have made her ashamed and humiliated.

The chair did not hit Shela because Parto's sturdy body blocked the flying object's throw. Some cafe visitors immediately rushed out. Some people are still inside and still watching real life drama before their eyes.

"Meisha!! You are nothing, O God..." Mista ran towards Parto. So also with Shela he was surprised, where this one human came from. And maybe he put the body in a very precise moment like now.

Parto smiled towards Shela. Hinted he was fine.

"Where did you come from when you suddenly got here?" Shela's voice still sounded worried.

"Mas, is there nothing? Is there a wound..? We're going to Puskesmas yo Mas?" Mista was worried because Meisya's arrogant actions could harm others right now.

"I was around here, the chicken used to. Maybe I broke down on purpose so I could be your shield." Parto chuckled at Shela's worried expression. Seeing this, Shela hit Parto slowly on the shoulder. Parto widened her smile because of Shela.

'Aaaw. hurts!' Whispering near Shela's ears. This Parto is a mode.

"I'm nothing Ma'am, mending his friend invited home so as not to make more noise here." Parto looked at Mista with a slight increase in the tip of her lips. So cool huh?

"Yes Mas.. Yes you are sorry about Mas and Mbak this first, that's why we go home. I'm ashamed of Sya... You're making me a spectacle here." Mista walked up to his desk earlier and picked up the bag and wallet. Not to forget he also took the tart she ordered from Shela.

"Mis..why did you blame me?? Mis wait!! Mis... You know he started first??!" Meisya tried to catch Mista's footsteps.

Meanwhile, Parto who was still in the cafe put back the chair that had flown and hit it.

"Sit To," Shela pointed at the empty bench beside her.

"Go home, or do you still want to be here?"

"Don't you sit down first, there was a wound earlier?" Shela gets anxious and pulls Parto's hand forcing Parto to comply with her will.

"You want me to undress here? Let you know what wounds are not, hahaha" Shela pouted hearing Parto's words.

"Basic crazy!" With a motion that was not so tight once again Shela hit Parto's shoulder.

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The two arrive at Shela's house after a long drama because Parto refused to be taken to Puskesmas. Parto just felt like there was nothing to worry about. All is well. According to Parto.

But not with Shela. Moreover, the one who was hit by the throw was the front body. Wow Parto is cool gaess, he must have thought that he was a drop of Gatotkaca. Who have selogan wesi braided wire (iron bone wire muscle). Yes, if in this day and age it might be the equivalent of Ironman. War biasaah, do not stop thinking of me!

Parto sat in the living room. Shela's mom's not home, don't ask her where. Not at home, anyway. Point.

After making a warm tea and serving to Parto, Shela again sat right next to Parto. Tumben want to decet-decet, has not been allergic to the same Parto?

"What?" Parto asked who she felt cared for.

"Well...what?" Shela's turn to ask.

Both silent. Until they were surprised by the sound of Shela's cellphone. Turns out his mother called.

"Yes Buk, Waalaikumsalam. Now then? Hmm njih's.... Assalamualaikum."

Parto looked at Shela as if asking. Shela who understood immediately explained to Parto, if her mother asked her to make a sponge cake that would later be taken by the person who ordered.

"To. You're here first yes, just a moment. There's a snack to eat,"

"Just be calm, if I get bored.this is the leg of the table I will abisin. Why can't I go back to La? Tumben really.. usually only here also have you kicked out."

"What the hell To, noisily know noth! You were here first!"

Hearing His Majesty's decree, Parto can what.

She's quiet. Waiting. Fifteen minutes felt very long, finally Parto unconsciously fell asleep in the living room of Shela's house.

"To. you really get told diem kok ya diem really, that's tea drunk du... " But Shela's words stopped when she saw Parto fall asleep with her hands placed as head pads.