Um, marry yuk!
love collision

"Who wants to kidnap, elo. Very loss is the one who kidnapped the absurd boy kayak, elo." My father stepped closer to me

Very cool this was my father, could - usually ngatain his own son. "That's a hell of a thing, yeah. Tega deh same son himself, in katain absurd." I pursed my lips

"Lips conditioned, don't be a duck kayak, Lo. I'm old, laughing, wiggling, elo." Shouted my father as he chuckled

Forgive me, if I have faced my father. Could - could I turn into a son of Sholehah. Yes, the time I doain myself so malin Kundang. Ain't funny yak!

"Mother." Shouted me

"What, impolite yell - yell at the old man." My mother's heart

"Dad noh, a great hobby is doing the kids themselves." Say I'm upset

"Yes on, should I flip over that?" My mother's heart

I turned my eyes to hear my mother's answer. Yes, my mother's father is the same. Where can I get justice? Whereabouts?

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh."

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh." 

"Hello, mom and dad." Shouted My brother 

"Eh, when are you back?" My mother asked as she hugged my single brother

"Surprise." His screams with a grinful smile shocked all of us

"Big, bang. Surprise's got something on the cake." My legate

"Eh, sister, I'm the most absurd. Here - here, hug first. Kangen's the same brother, elo." 

My brother stretched out his hands hoping I would embrace him first. As a good brother, I accepted it. Hugging it warmly, because of this deep longing. Asek!

"Shock father, kirain courier parcel, Ziziv. Turns out, own kid." Said my father, who ended the laughter

"Haha ... Sorry, dad. Deliberately to make dad shocked, occasionally go home to make a scene right yak." My brother's on this one

After being satisfied to discuss my brother, my mother and I refocused on catering. Until the time is getting late afternoon, and it's my turn to send it catering somewhere. More precisely, to the nursing home.

I get ready first, although not too beautiful but enough with a neat word. Yes, although the word neat in my dictionary it is a sidewalk and wear clothes that are not tangled. Eah!

"Be careful, Lo. Don't speed, it's all mixed up so it's not good." My mother is as usual

"Okay, Mommy." Follow me with spirit

Do not forget to wear a helmet first, then I drove my father's motor matic this. With several boxes neatly arranged in a package basket. You know, my current style is the same as the courier package. It's just, I'm a food catering courier. The crack!

Bremm!

The five-year-old motor matic does not look attractive anymore. This is a historic bike for me. Because my dad used this. If there was no motorbike, my father would have trouble going to work and I would often be late to school because it is not in between these motorcycles.

I looked straight at this not too crowded street. Because indeed I do not pass through the streets of the city, but through the doang. I am also afraid if I have to go through a big road. Many big cars and other motorcycles. My guts are there, just my age is afraid in the issue even though soon I am eighteen years old anyway.

"Eh ... Uh ... Uh ...."

Brak!

"God! Abaghfirullah!" I screamed in shock

I fell on the asphalt, because my motorbike almost hit a car that arrived - suddenly stopped in front of me. As a result, I dodged and hit a tree that is not too big. Damnit damnit!

"Well, fuck me today." I tried to get up, although I could realize that my elbow was sloppy

"Some!" I stared at him, and at once I was shocked. Turns out it was my new neighbor, who was a cool widower that I was cementing

"Eh, um." I said grin. "Next time, don't suddenly notice why. It will fall out, until my catering-" I widened my eyes when I realized that my catering was messy

"Oh god!" Shouted me who immediately cleaned the catering that can not be eaten

"Huaa ... My catering is ruined!" Shouted me who was sitting on the asphalt. I stared sadly at the lifeless caterer. What is my fate after this? How's that granny want dinner? Catering is not worth eating anymore.

"Astaghfirullah's. Sorry, I didn't intentionally." Said the widower who approached me

I just fell silent, pensively looking at my catering. I was confused, angry or what? I'm desperate right now, what should I explain to my mother later at home. I can get super scolding, not funny!

"Hey, hello!" The widower waved his hand in front of me. I looked at his incredible face. Thank goodness I am handsome, otherwise I would have gone berserk!

"Sorry, Ziv ... Zivanna?" Say it in a style that tries to think. "I'm not focused on driving, not aware that there is, you, behind me." Evidently 

"Okay, okay." It was me who breathed a rough breath. "Let me alone, om. I'm not satisfied with the fate of my catering." I said shimmily

"I'll take responsibility, I'll replace everything." Speak with sprightly

"How are you going to change, om? Free also replaced, will not be perfect again mother cook this much. Can - can hunt at night, that's grandma - granny hungry panty." Obviously I

"Okay, we'll order another meal. About this mess, I'll talk directly to the parents, you." He said seriously

I just listened to his words with a serious look at that handsome old face. It feels like my heart is melting hearing that coll sound. Oh my God! If I may, may I kiss him now? Oh no! I have to be self-aware!

"How good is it, o'm." I smile right away

I cleaned up this mess, especially about my father's helpless matic bike. I'm afraid, the bike doesn't want to live. Could serious! What's up my dad's working tomorrow?

Om this widower helped me clear up my catering. We both worked together, I felt like my heart was suddenly happy. Even though I spit out, but because he's responsible I'm so devastated.

"Looks like a motorbike, you, brought to the workshop." Said the widower who tried to turn on my father's motorcycle engine

"Wow, can be a chill." I scratched my head

"We should immediately start the shop. Fear of being up at night." Prattling 

"How motor?"

"Down, someone will take him to the workshop." Legitimate

I followed her steps much faster than me. That's why the legs are so long yak? This is because I am the one who leaked what?

Om duda opened the car door for me, I was happy to go straight in dong. When else can I be alone with this handsome widower. Wasek!

"You, wounded?" His words scrunched his forehead

I stroked my elbow which licethed this little. "Oh this, it's okay, um. Small wounds too, no pain." I am grimly

"Attent."

Om widower took something inside the dashboard of his car. Turns out he took the p3k box, and instantly treated my little wound. Again and again I was lulled by the treatment of the widower who was in charge of this. Attend Mak! Your son is in love!

I really enjoy this true beauty. I didn't feel any pain at all. I smiled madly looking at his face. I want to kiss him, God! My sins this time!

"Done." Prattling

"Thank you, um." I grinned, even though he didn't reply to me. It's me all over again! I don't know what this human widower is made of!