Trapped by the Love of Leaning
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"Lo could not really marry Shakira as Mr. Roy, did not think much of the feeling of peace." lamented Angga, since seeing Shakira earlier he became excited, he became not excited, the meatballs he ordered were only limited to being stirred by him, like his current feelings were being stirred up.
"Those who want to marry, why I forbid, not me when I marry, Mr. Penghulu." protested Jason, did not know Angga that he was not invited when Roy and Shakira married, he said, tau-tau tau two of his men turned out to be married betih, what he had to do could not possibly hinder the happiness of his people.
"Udah is Ga, look for a new gebetan, not your provision" said Afik.
"It's not sustenance, you said what stuff!" pissed Angga.
"Udah , shame as the true joy, time because girls aja bego, he said playboy!" said Afik, like a demon who pumps.
"Oh yes, why too!" said Angga who seemed to have returned to his heart.
Jason smiled obliquely, briefly annoyed for a moment too confident, basic plan he thought.
"Eh Fik, I want it!" said Angga again.
"What's that?"
"But aja lo inget yaa, where do you know, about a few months back or recently, there is not any I was invited to meet girls, girls, about the girl is not too high, her hair is an item, her eyes are a bit turned that way, if for normal skin what is white yes, because the malem I can not recognize it clearly." explained Angga.
"Yes the ege, yes where I know, people you are invited to meet girls already bejibun, with the characteristics that you say cake is very market times, really, maybe there are ten girls whose shape is like the one you said earlier for the last few months" said Afik, Angga think himself a female observer what.
"Hemmm, yes, yes, but I was curious anyway, at first he was very fond of meeting me, but right I said who yaaa because I don't know him, well he was so fierce." lament Angga.
"Haha, you can't, so don't like to play with girls." taunted Afik.
"It's not what Fik, I really feel never acquaintance with him, my brain memory also feeling not full-fledged very, very, still can ngingetin every girl I've ever known even though I don't want her name one-on-one, it's but the feeling of a real girl I don't know deh." said Angga defended himself.
"Fans lo kali!" said Jason.
"Lah Junedi, tumben lo interested in the language of ginian, uh what yes, even if I have never been convinced I know, he only knows me while I do not."
"Heeh, you're a lo ngartis!"
"Weekk, that's right, I'm that famous."
"Where are you anyway?" ask Afik.
"It was at the intersection not far from your house, the motorcycle mall broke down, yes I anterin dah, but he was at first it was very nice to meet me, I did not know, uh dunya cuek naudzubillah because I do not recognize him, sensitive girl yes what's wrong trying to say his name who, I could nginget-nginget nginget where the girl."
"Heemm, sometimes facing a creature named woman is often that difficult, they are created with a very minimalist mind so it is easy to lash out" said Afik.
"Heh no-no lo, keknya girls are very sensitive, see noh all women on your mat with uuhhh serem," whispered Angga in Afik, "Udeh yok Junedi, "Uuh, stay here, let's say he's responsible for what he says." he told Jason, then it's true, so it's true, Angga and Jason actually left Afik alone with the gazes of the women around him who were hunting.
"Well that ege laknat bener lo bedua, help me napa."
While the one being talked about was grumbling violently yet in his heart was hissing strangely, that night since the day of his meeting with Angga he who pretended to sulk had to give up being escorted by Angga because his motorbike broke down and there were no taxis passing by, he said, the day was getting late in his heart was also covered in fear, afraid that something would happen to him in the middle of the quiet streets.
Flashbacks.
"Udah up." pinta Angga.
But Rara was still quiet indifferent, he was lazy to owe Angga, but a few minutes passed by not only a taxi passing by so he grimaced a little whether to do what.
"Are you sure you'll wait?" ask Angga again.
Rara is still indifferent, even though she wants to, but actually also hesitated, what else she had rejected Angga's offer, ashamed.
Angga began to put on a helmet and turn on his motorbike, he was preparing to leave, although not the heart but because of the absence of an answer from the woman, he was ready to leave, he chose to leave the woman and tried to watch her later from a distance, so that she did not really leave.
And it was funny when he was about to advance his motorbike, suddenly there was a movement on the back of his motorbike, when he turned his head even with the attitude still cute already sitting sweet behind him. Ah what kind of situation is this Angga murmured.
Angga smiled faintly, adorable, so he liked it. Cuek-cuek women need it like this.
And the motor drove, Angga deliberately rather speeding because Rara still maintains not to hold on to him.
If I think gini feels like dating again but the story fights.
Rara is eager to curse Angga because it seems Angga deliberately put forward his motorbike tight, with forced Rara to hold on to both shoulders Angga because to wrap his hands around the waist Angga it feels too difficult.
He didn't get a chance, I like it.
While Angga, he seems to like Rara more, because for him Rara is not the same as the other girls.
Arriving at Rara's house after Rara had time to show where her home address, Angga remembered the road to visit the house of the girl he was being assessed, the plan if he can get close to the woman he will try to date three months, if it continues yes thank God he is also tired of bearing the title of playboy.
No words of thanks or anything, Rara just gawk in the house does not care about Angga, either upset or embarrassed pokonya himself does not want to be close to Angga long time, he said, without realizing it he has not asked how the affairs of his motorbike he lives on the side of the road. Basic Rara!
Flashback.
And here he is today, in a workshop because his neighbor, Mira, came to his house early in the morning, told him that his motorbike had been taken to the workshop, everything was done, repaired, and his mechanic told him to pay for everything by going to the address of the house listed on a piece of paper given to him.
Housing XZ, number 22.
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