The Story About Us
Repeatedly

Shela and Parto jumped in shock. Parto until the wrong behavior because it has not been able to master the situation. Shela quickly pulled the hand that was still held by Parto.

"Waalaikumsalam buk, buk kok no wonder home... was delivered who buk?" Shela stood up to her mother.

"Lha is the same Jamal, where the ball is nduk. let Jamal take all of you. His wife wants a sponge he said."

"Mas, I haven't played here in a long time. Wh why? How are you?" Imbuh Shela's mother after Parto greeted him.

"That's what pesen bolu si Jamal. Yes ma'am, sik didn't get to the ball first." Shela passed to the kitchen. Stay Parto and mother who now sit santuy in the living room chair.

"Sorry Mom. There is no shame in blazing, (the wedges at all). Good news mom,"

Parto could always take the heart of Shela's mother without wordy and grandiose talk.

"Be careful when carrying a car, do not daydream. Don't speed. This was deliberately stopped by what was Shela told?"

"Mom, you came here on purpose. The Shela Deck didn't tell Mom,"

Both of them dissolve in light conversation. Forget Jamal who is still in front of the porch of the house,

Shela walks past Mom and Parto without a smile. Just pass away go to hand over Jamal's order cake.

"Oh Allah, I forgot, Jamal is still outside! Get in Nduk...!" Say mother. Shela stopped and nodded.

"Jamal.. Jamal Mela ma'am's husband?" Ask Parto kepo.

"Lha yes.. Do you know Jamal Mas? It's Mela, his wife's content, he said he wanted that sponge.."

Weeh is fast moving as well as Jamal. The two-month marriage is over..

"Mas.. mother does not pray first yes, later continue chatting again. That's tea to drink, yeah," Mom patted Parto's shoulder. The one with the shoulder is only the mesem.

Shela went back inside the house. His eyes swept across the room.

"Search what?" Ask Parto.

"Mother." Shela answered briefly.

"Mother pray, Jamal where? why not ask to come in?"

"You're just the one with the house and I'm your son! Jamal went straight home, why also long here."

Parto stood up she intended to go home.

"I'm sorry I just asked, La. I'm home, yeah,"

"Aren't you saying goodbye to mom? was that good?" I'm like a detective.

"Yet. He was told to wait for him to pray."

"Lha keeps saying no want to go home, do not obey parents! Durhaka are you To?"

"You're why La. like I've been here. Can't go home. You miss me?"

While grinning to show the row of teeth, Parto again sat in the original position.

"Dieh what?! No. Who misses you!!"

Both silent. Wrestling with each other's minds.

"To... Your chest still hurts?" Shela asked broke the silence.

"Yes... Even now it is getting sicker. Grieved La..."

"Eh who really To? Astaghfirullahalazim.. keep piye? Want to check it out?" Shela panic.

Parto is getting smarter at playing words. No loss he befriends Beni who is good at assembling words into sentences to melt the hearts of couples. Evidently, now Shela raised the tip of her lips slightly.

"You're taking the wrong cake! So your brain's error!"

"Maybe when I was a baby, my mother forgot I didn't take me to posyandu to get vaccinated against measles. I'm actually dumped now..."

Shela did not hear Parto's words. He could talk rich.

"To, I'm sure that the chair hit wasn't your chest but your head! Obviously now you're getting sane."

Whatever La.. as long as you always smile and even laugh like that, want to say crazy, crazy, disorder, also I'm sincere.

After finishing their chat session, Parto returned home after Shela's mother finished her prayer and rejoined the two human children.

This time Shela no longer held back Parto's departure. But, he even took Parto to the front porch. Things that usually never Shela lakainin.

And because of Shela who jumped directly to drive Parto home, mother only agreed when Parto said goodbye to him by kissing his hand.

"Boy home deck.." Said Parto smiling to see Shela who more and more days to make her heart fllowers.

"Not a panting! Call her Shela! What the hell to use deck deck everything. I'm not your sister!"

Parto ventured to pull Shela's hand, so that they would get closer. Eroding the distance between the two.

"Don't macem-macem To," Lirih Shela had no intention of turning aside their distance.

"La.. I need certainty, how are you? Want to be my girlfriend?"

Once again Shela was made tight because of the actions of Parto who wrapped her hands around Shela's slender waist.

"Lepasin, you're crazy.."

"Marine La..." Parto begged.

"I'm..."

"This is the motor contact is still on the table, want to be guided what is the motor?" Shela's mother cried at the door.

Again Parto and Shela like repeating the story at the beginning of the part. When the execution seconds have been run, they must be faced with a situation that 'aaargh' kayak gini, again.

Shela smiled at Parto's disappointed look. While walking back towards the door of Shela's house to pick up her motor contact now brought by Shela's mother, Parto said..

"I just need the word 'yes' from you,,,"

Regardless of what Parto and Shela's mother were talking about, Shela couldn't hear and guess because of their considerable distance.

Shela remembered something, inside the motorcycle seat there was something she bought for Parto. Huh huh? not wrong? emang Shela bought something for Parto at the gift shop this afternoon.

After Parto returned to his bike, Shela had already greeted him with sparkling eyes.

"La. I'm sorry, I wasn't polite, that was,"

Shela did not comment on Parto's remarks. He handed over a medium-sized red box to the owner of the chicken motorcycle.

"Is this La?"

"Later until your house is not it,"

Parto nodded. She smiles. Her heart was so happy, imagine. Even on her birthday, she rarely gives her a gift.

"La. thank you very much. I came home, yes,"

Shela nodded. The two eventually separated. Parto had to return home, go home to rest her body. And Shela, after Parto and her motorbike passed away she immediately entered her residence.