Trapped by the Love of Leaning
Mas...
Early in the morning, a pair of human children appear to be smiling at each other, their sleep is very good.
After cleaning each other, the two sat down on the living room chair.
"I always sleep well here!" said Dareen, he gently stroked the hair of Sri, his beautiful wife.
"We haven't been here long?" ask Sri.
"How do you want it?" ask Dareen.
"Oh, the nanya is back!" dengus Sri's.
"Well, what do you want me to do as a husband."
"Mas, we've never been on the same street with Mr, can we go for a walk?" not without reason Sri asked for a walk, because all her life was just a walk through the tourist attractions during school separation, even then it was a long time ago, the last time she graduated Junior High, she graduated from high school, because when he graduated High School he could not come because of limited costs.
At that time he remembered, Rangga bought him a picture frame made of shells, Rangga said buying it at a souvenir shop in Ngelambor Beach, Indonesia, in his lifetime he had never visited this place.
"Would you like to take a walk?" ask Dareen.
Sri nodded quickly, and was very anxious when Dareen saw her.
"Well, where can we find car rental services?" ask Dareen.
Too bad the lack of knowledge made Sri with forced to shake her head.
"There's no signal, how can I find it?" ask Dareen again.
"Eemm, if Mas wants, Mas can ask Rangga, ask Rangga for help, he must know that business!" sri said, she forgot that her husband was jealous.
"Yah Rangga again." muttered Dareen, who could still be heard by Sri.
"Sorry Mas, Mas does not want yaaaa" said Sri, although not excited but he still tried not to grieve.
"Well, I'll ask him first!" said Dareen, he got up and rushed to the exit, well he would do anything for the wife, even though he had to face again with the Rangga, he said, someone who had managed to make him jealous just because he accidentally said that the man was very close to Sri once.
"Mas.." prevent Sri.
"What's wrong?" said Dareen, he was upset, please do not show a sad face in front of him.
"Mobile is missing!" Sri said.
Dareen looked towards the table where his phone was indeed lying there, ah Sri base, Dareen thought he would say no to prevent it.
Dareen took his cell phone, he was going to Rangga's house.
"Mas.." prevent Sri again.
"What else is Sri.." asked Dareen who stopped his steps, his face turned to the wife.
"If you can have to be Mas, I want to take a walk before we go back to Jakarta" said Sri, while grinning the horse, ah I'm sorry Mas Dareen, I'm sorry, really somehow it feels like I want to go for a walk, like this little boy I am, murmured Sri did not understand her own way of thinking.
"Haha," Dareen sighed, "Yes, just calm down." said Dareen.
Then really go to Rangga's house, he saw Rangga was gardening in the yard next to the house, the house in Dareen village where Sri lived did have a large yard so it was not difficult to garden, and the house in Dareen, the land also looks fertile, Dareen knows that because he also often takes care of his father's farm.
"The ladder!" exclamation Dareen.
Rangga looked up at his face, he saw that Dareen was close to him just a few meters away.
"Yes Dareen, what's wrong?" rangga immediately washed his dirty hands because of the soil with running water that is commonly used to water plants.
"I'm just here to ask, do you know where car rental services can be unlocked?" ask Dareen.
Rangga seemed silent trying to think, there was a heck but the distance was quite far from his village, the bottom of the remote village anything difficult.
"Is there?" ask Dareen again.
"There is, eem but it's quite a distance away, it's near the city!" reply Rangga.
"Can you drive me?" ask Dareen again.
"Can it be, but when do you want it?" ask Rangga.
"Today, can you?" ask Dareen.
Rangga seemed to think again, he had to give permission first to the Father and his Symbok, because the journey he and Dareen would travel quite far.
"Can! But I have to go to the rice field first, can not now go directly." said Rangga.
"Oh yeah, later when you're done from the rice field, you just pick me up at home!" Dareen.
"Good Dareen!"
Rangga then rushed into the house, he would take his motorbike to go to the rice fields say goodbye first to the Father and his Symbok, all of you provide lunch for his parents."
Brumm brumm, the sound of gas motor sport seems to stop right in front of Rara's house, the area with so densely populated it immediately became a stir when found a handsome young man with a motor sport parking at the house of one of the girls of their region.
"Who's coming?" ask one of the girls, Rara's friend, but always be with whom Rara is related.
"Astagah, wik's bad saucy, look at that!" the other said to a girl named Wiwik, who was just as peeking at him.
"Where try the Rara nemunya, I let alone who has used a motor sport kek that, kang ojol aja looks like a cake that I jabanin Vi." wiwik said to Temen Rara also named Silvi.
"Hoooh!"
"No sperm?" ask the others.
"No ah, fear that Rara will sulk later!" said one of them.
"Here, the business of late, the important thing is we should know what the status is the same guy Rara!" Wiwik massaged the base of his nose, he could not believe what he had just seen, "May Rara have a guy who is more handsome than my guy, can not be allowed!" muttered Wiwik again, in addition to kepo himself also likes to envy Rara.
"Lo say what Wik is, less clear, try again?" silvi asked, faintly he heard Wiwik say something but unfortunately his ears were less catchy.
"Not saying anything to me, have hunted cusss sure truth, usually the same handsome motor like that always a jerk, not until Rara became the victim of that bad boy, that's not it, you see it looks handsome but unfortunately not very convincing, lest the playboy playboy tuh boy!" wiwik said, no... He does not accept.
"Well that guy was, but when he opened the helmet, I swear, I just wanted to let him say he's a jerk." praise the girl who was not willing to enter for fear of making Rara crumble.
"It's basic to bego lo be a girl." said Wiwik.
Seriate...
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