Um, marry yuk!
Drafts

*****ZC*****

I and Scarlett were sitting casually in front of the mall area. We just bought a Boba. Satisfied around the mall, making us thirsty and hungry.

Shopping plans, but they're lies. We just bought school shoes. Just want to take a walk this is like it. I and Scarlett sat back, looking at the people and not knowing anything. Every time I go through I ask where I am going. It's not funny either.

"Reverse yuk, I'm tired of it." Scarlett

"Yes. I'm also tired, tired of traveling not because. Don't know where to go." I throw the trash in its place

Don't forget to wear a helmet, me and Scarlett go straight away. Seeing the atmosphere of the night beautifully, the lights of the city illuminate the streets of this city so beautifully. Asek!

"Eh, look at me. It's like a new neighbor, elo." Scarlett 

I looked where Scarlett said. Saw a widower with some people at the cafe. They seem to be very serious about telling stories. I don't know what they're doing, me and Scarlett aren't too pampered for tonight.

A red light flashed, right in front of the cafe. So that me and Scarlett can see clearly the true good looks of the widower. Alamak, there is such a handsome widower. Meleot I see om widower this one

"Ziv. The om-oms are hanging out at the cafe." Scarlett

"Allah, but his friend is very different from him. He's mah om om not just any om-om." My legate

"Udah ah, back." Said Scarlett who reinvigorated this bike

I only saw a glimpse of the widower who sat back and held a small glass and drank it. I don't know what that drink is, I don't know either. What else is a cafe is not just a cafe.

I always go, I always go in the morning. Sometimes they miss the angkot. I know enough of it all. And hopefully not again tomorrow! So tired I have to chase it angkotnya.

If only there were no mothers who would care for me. I definitely didn't go to school because I missed out on angkot, and hopefully tomorrow won't happen again. Hopefully!

*****ZC*****

This morning I had to go to school. My father picked up his friend from home. Dad said, later picked up. But I don't want to, because it's far and the same I'm finally late too. So I resorted to Nerima's ordeal all for a while.

Before my father left, I had already walked to the front of the complex. Fifteen minutes apart, able to make me sweat baths. And finally I had to bring perfume to keep it fragrant at school.

I walked alone, singing all the way to get bored. Eventually, a car I knew stopped next to me.

I looked up at the open window of his car. "Hay, um." I said kindly while waving my hand. Then I step back

"Hey." His words that make me stop again and pay attention to this widower

"Let me take it." He opened the door like the first day

"Well, ngerepotin, Om." I am the one who refused this golden opportunity

He just gave the code without speaking anymore. And I finally complied. Sit next to his wheel, and we're both back in this car.

"Emm, sorry before, Om. I want it." Say it with a little doubt. "What is dad's motorcycle fate?" Saying me while grinning.