ABOUT MATE
1 | ARNETA & ITS BEHAVIOR
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The two teenage girls walked leisurely on the sidewalk of the road hand in hand.
Errata. More precisely one of those who joined.
"Prajna, I want to marry you!!"
This is the twenty-first time in the space of 5 minutes Prajna Paramita heard the phrase blasphemous out of the mouth of his best friend.
If killing people is legal. Maybe Arneta's dead.
He must have extra stock of patience if he still wants to be friendly with a crazy girl who is still loyal to wriggle on his right arm. Plus the heat of the sun right on his head makes him desperately hold back so as not to end slitting the neck of his best friend's level.
Arneta Ranjani, the ill-fated mad girl is her best friend.
"You want to get married, just get married, too many guys just drag to the room." Prajna ketus. His hands were originally pointing at the seer passing in front of them.
"That's not it. I want to be copied first with the dowry."
"Hem."
Both are currently walking on the sidewalk. Both of them had just returned from college on foot.
It is not entirely Prajna's desire to go home on foot. Because he himself came to the campus this morning using his favorite meth motorbike. But as often happens, bad luck always befall him if he is still friendly with Arneta Ranjani.
If you think the bad luck that befell him is because Arneta's the unlucky bearer. That's a big mistake.
Because it was actually Arneta who created the bad luck.
Well, maybe a few minutes ago. Prajna went into the campus parking lot to pick up his favorite meth bike. But almost half an hour he was twirling around looking for his bike was not also met, his feelings began to be unwell afraid of his motorbike in the gondol maling. But when he asked his uncle, Arneta who was squatting in front of the security guard post while counting the falling leaves, Prajna was made to gawk by his friend's plain answer.
"Neta, see my bike?"
With his friend, he answered.
"Oh motorbike loh." Prajna nodded. "So I borrowed James to make it downstairs home. Kasian he's on foot, his bike's in the hospital." Kalem obviously.
Prajna's eyeballs almost came out. If the bike is borrowed by James then how they go home. While the only vehicle they drove back and forth from campus was the meticulous motorbike he thought.
Armed with Istighfar repeatedly. Prajna just resigned when in drag Arneta back on foot with the reason to enjoy the view.
All along the way Prajna still thought. His best friend was too good or Arneta did not have a brain.
"Prajna, I'm getting married." Again, Arneta whined the same sentence.
"Loh wants to marry. Noh Lani is still a widower." Prajna said haphazardly. With his leisure he offered his campus security.
"No, I don't want that."
Prajna rolled her eyeballs. "How do you want it?"
Hearing her best friend's question wildly Arneta's brain imagines her ideal husband-to-be.
"The rich, handsome, well-established, have the same torn bread as Chris Evans' blue eyes." Point it at the wallpaper of his phone screen that shows a photo of a man in the state of shirts.
"Where there is a cake guy that wants to be like a buluk chick like a loh." The sadistic mouth of a Prajna Paramita is second to none.
Arneta pursed her lips, irritated. It is true that he admitted that the soul mate is a reflection of himself, if beautiful as handsome, rich as rich, ustadz the same ustazah. Where do you want good people to get a bad match. But, what's wrong if he hopes God lowers the best soul mate like his delusion.
"Praj."
"Hem."
"I sold myself yes. Let's do!"
Prajna stopped his steps. Staring at Arneta who is still loyal wrestled in his hands.
"This is if the rambutan seed in the love of life!"
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Arneta sat down lesehan under his mother's mango tree, after returning from campus he was asked by his mother to clean the fish pond beside the house. Sweat slid free from his forehead, half of his clothes wet with sweat and pool water. His hands were busy fanning the tens of thousands of bills that he deliberately stacked into a fan.
"Crazy! Didn't expect me, it was a fish in the mayan kiloin too." According to Arneta, his hand was busy opening the lid of a bottle of mineral water that he asked from Bobby the next door neighbor's son.
"ARNETTA!!" Shouts my beloved mother.
Arneta who was drinking was spitting back his drink.
Wonderful it's mom-mak really doyan yell, in thought this is a forest house what.
"What the hell maa! Neta under the mango tree." His mouth was screaming not when tight.
Care very much the ears of his neighbors who twitch.
Arneta thinks what makes Madame Aditomo rampage like this.
"Mama why?"
"You don't know!" Arneta.
Lina growled furiously. "That's a goldfish mama chef why it can be in the grocery frisk next door anyway Neta!!" Murka Lina's.
Arneta was silent, trying to digest her mother's speech. "Oh! goldfish mama."
"Yes goldfish chef mama!" Ketus Lina while shaking her waist.
"Udah. Arneta kiloin is a neighbor." Kalem obviously.
"A WH-WHAT!!"
Arneta cengengesan, his feet took a run for escape.
"Where are you going!"
"Adududududuhhh, sick ma. Ma'am sick!" Arneta grimaced while holding back the bond of her hair that the mother had grabbed sadistically.
Lina stared intently at the child. "Now you are clear. How the story of goldfish chef mama can get you kiloin!"
"Yes, yes Neta. But lastin used to be sick." His words were heartbreakingly asking Lina to let go of her trap.
"And earlier mama asked Neta to clean the fish pond, keep Neta confused to put the fish where. Ullie's mom wants to buy fish. Yes already fish mama Neta kiloin. 20kilo per kilo. Turn Neta around.." obviously proud.
Lina hush. His mind was blank! Goldfish chef worth millions of his in kiloin girls for twenty thousand rupiah. TWENTY THOUSAND RUPIAH!!.
"ARNETAAA!!!"
...There is Mbah dokon....
...Which is treating....
...Her fashion......
BRACKET
Surya Aditomo, the head of the house who was karaoke, turned to the main door that was broken by his beloved wife.
"Pa, please Neta. Pa!" Said Arneta with his face glazing, when he saw his papa was sitting on the sofa of the family room with a mix in his hand.
"Meta why, ma?"
"Do you know?!" Surya shakes.
"This is it, the behavior of papa girls makes mama virgin high!" Furious Lina while releasing her jewels on Arneta's ear.
Arneta pursed her lips, her hands stroking her red earlobes against Lina's deadly jewels.
Solar knuckles wrinkled. "What else did Neta do?"
"The goldfish chef mama's time one pond in kiloin equals her." Adu Lina's.
"How much Net money can it." Instead of angry Surya even asked for Arneta's income after selling goldfish owned by his mother.
"20k pa, perkilo." Arneta took out the money from the sale, his eyebrows went up and down with the song.
"Mayan pa, make a miniature Naruto." Tengil.
Surya nodded in support of his daughter's intentions. But immediately kicep when his eyes glanced at the face of the wife who had issued a horn.
"What is this Papa!! Arneta already loakin fish mama kok not in temurin mala follow the same instigation of miniature Saruto-saruto from Japan it!!"
Both Surya and Arneta were silent when the jungle queen began to show her fangs.
It is better to be quiet if you do not want to be attacked.
"Anu ma, that's.."
"WHAT!!"
'Even better be quiet'.
"PAPA AND NETA ARE THE SAME! BE CAREFUL NOT TO HOLD MAMA FOR A MONTH!!"
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