A Gift for Lala

Twenty - Fadly Charm

"Sore." Mom turned to look at Fadly. Then I saw Mama frowning a little. Looks like he's trying to remember Fadly's face.

"I'm Fadly, Auntie. The son of Vivi ... "

"Oh Fadly ... That's why when Auntie saw earlier it seemed like aunt felt familiar but where is it..." I breathed a sigh of relief. Fiuuhhhh.

"Gini Aunty, the school again wants to join the basketball game so there is a meeting after school continue to practice ... Lala's one of Aunt's managers. That's why I can't go home." I smiled in my heart. Lala's a manager? Hahaha since when... BeTeWe, Fadly is smart as well as acting. But I'm still deg-deg-kan because the smell of Mama is very sharp.

"Ohh. Lala didn't call Auntie. That's why Aunt is worried."

Oops!! It's great! Mom's kiss this time isn't a fucking kiss. Hmmm..it seems like Mama's smell only applies to me. But anyway .. I'm relieved.

"Let's go home now, it's done, right?" Mama looked at. I'm rattled. I looked towards A'am who gave the sign I should just go home instead of getting into trouble.

"Tante, I think it's over there's still a little briefing because the match is tomorrow. So Lala can't go home yet. Mmmm .. if Auntie doesn't mind I can tell Lala to come home."

Whattt??? Whaties??? Fadly wants to take me home. I almost refuted, but the alarm in my head went off. If I argue, Mama might know Fadly's lie.

Mama seems hard to agree. But miraculously, Mama nodded in agreement. Heh? Fadly put on a spoon? Or use some kind of pellet science? This problem that I thought was so severe it got so easy.

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"Am, I'm the one who anterin Lala came home this afternoon. So you take the day off." A'am seemed heavy but he nodded.

"Be careful, bro. Watch out if anything happens to Lala!" A'am punched little Fadly in the shoulder. Honestly, I feel really proud right now, there are two guys who scramble to get me home from school. Moreover, there were several pairs of eyes that looked envious at me. This is something I have never experienced in Jakarta.

I woke up after seeing what was going to take me home. Huh huh? I was shocked when I saw Fadly take out the Kawasaki Ninja H2 racing bike from the parking lot. How can I sit quietly on a bike with wheels that big. Is there a simpler motor? At least a duck like having an A'am.

"This cake."

Fadly thrust a helmet at me. I was more amazed when I looked at the helmet. Geez, I'll definitely look like a bean sprout. I refuse to accept the helmet Fadly held out.

"Why? The helmet smells good, really."

"Not that ... I mean, are you serious about me wearing this? Mmmm .. do you have no smaller motor that is ... more normal."

Fadly's laughter broke. I wonder if anything is funny?

"Oh my goodness, La. You think my bike is abnormal? You're funny, too, yeah." Fadly pulled my hand and gave me that big helmet. Oh My God!

With great difficulty, I finally managed to sit on the bonbar of the Fadly motorbike. Goddamnit! Now I sit down with Fadly. Somewhat hunging too. Arg ... Why is this boncegannya motor nungging all. Patent ... repentance ...

I closed my eyes as Fadly began to overtake between the buses, the city crazily. I creep in horror. Does Fadly think he's Valentino Rossy?

"Faa. faaa Faadly.."

"What??"

"Don't cry. I'm scared."

"Uppss.. sorry. I forgot that boncengin chicks are cute."

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"Faa .. I opened the helmet. I can't breathe..."

"Eh. No, La. It's bangjo. There must be cops. Can't you breathe? Cook anyway?"

This guy's packing him again. I don't know if I'm stuck in a helmet like this elephant's ass. I'm wailing, there don't seem to be any police. I opened the helmet. When the light is green, I wear it again. Fuuuuhhh... I took a deep breath.

"You're missing the truth, La?"

"Yes, I could die out of breath."

"Anehh.. like you're the only one who can't breathe makek helmet."

Bwoodooh. Anyway I don't like it. I turned my face away. And heyiii. I know that metallic black car. And Yola looked at me sharply. Next to him Junot looked at me flat like yesterday. What the hell is the same about the two of you. I turned my face away.

I'm actually jealous. I really wanted to be in Yola's position instead of being piggybacked by Fadly. But why is Yola's view like that. Was he not satisfied with Junot?

Fadly restarts his motor during the green light. I'm back wearing this fucking helmet. During the next trip my thoughts were carried over to Junot who was the same Yola.

"La... Lala's.."

"Huh? What's?"

"You didn't faint, did you?" I just realized that Fadly's motorbike has now stopped in front of my house. You know, does Fadly know where my home address is from? Feeling, I haven't told you my home address.

"Kok... Do you know my home address?" I was surprised when I removed this torturer's helmet.

"Yes know dong" replied Fadly with a meaningful smile. I rushed down.

"La, do you want to watch Paris Love Story?" fadly said as he removed his helmet. Geez, why is this guy so cute. Especially if her hair is as messy as this.

"La? Why are you dumb?"

"Huh? Whahuh? A sour-headed? What did you say?"

"Would you like to see Paris Love Story?"

"Ohh... Uh.. That's A'am ngajak."

"If I can't come?"

"Whatever.."

"Yes, I'll see you tomorrow byee..." Fadly then propelled the bike.

I really don't believe in such a drastic change in my life. Really not all this? A Junot... A Fadly... And arguably now I'm one of the most popular girls in Pancasila. Cook anyway? I was still dumbfounded until I was startled by the sound of Papa's car horn.

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