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11 | JEMBONG KALIMANTAN.
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Roadside cart base // 09.00 WIB.
Satria was stunned, still not believing the wonders of the world presented before him. His eyes winked with his mouth gaping until a mouthful of meatballs entered his mouth.
Satria chewed meatballs in her mouth. Tasty..
"That's the ngalir." With innocence Satria rubbed the tip of her lips that had no iller at all.
Satria in the kibulin with the suspect who laughed loosely.
Mairah drank the warm tea in her hands.
Satria still does not believe, his brain works slowly filtering one by one the truth of the situation before him.
From the beginning to know Mairah he knew that Mairah liked to eat dilangsir from the leaks of Gavin which he said was the most resistant to the temptations of various types of food, such as food, another case with Gita the wife whose bribe is the goods brendet.
Understand pure women. Not the kind of Mairah in question..
Currently in front of Satria and Mairah precisely on the table that became a barrier between them lined up all kinds of food, ranging from meatballs, soto, satay, chicken noodles, fried rice, models, hodgepodge, hodgepodge, ketoprak, martabak and his friends not to mention all kinds of ice that became the food pair. Believe it or not a rectangular table with a size of 1X2 m is fine, crowded by a lot of food.
Satria is not sure Mairah can spend it all.
"May, would that fit the stomach?" Ask Satria.
"Load, calm down it's rubber." Kekeh Mairah with her hands rubbing her stomach.
Satria watched carefully Mairah who ate with crackers in her left hand and a spoon in her right hand that began to scoop soto, one bowl of meatballs and chicken noodles was removed to spend the rest.
That's food for one village what.?
Satria shuddered to imagine all kinds of food stuck in his stomach, can lober his stomach boxes.
As fast as the blink of an eye all kinds of food and drinks are not available like in the lick of a blind dog. And the girl who had consumed all the food was now lying on the back of the plastic chair she was sitting on with a bloated stomach, even to move around Mairah was having trouble getting her satiety.
"Ah. Grekkk.." shamelessly Mairah burped loudly making some visitors snort in disgust.
I don't eat from your money, he thought.
Satria just shook his head, leaving the girl who was full to pay the sales brothers who traded at the Mairah temple. After paying Satria back the shirt they were sitting on but did not find a figure of the rarest God creature.
I told you where else you were.
"Where is Mairah?" Asked confused, Satria asked the brother of the tent owner where they ate or rather Mairah who ate and Satria accompanied.
"Oh mbak who ate a lot of it was mas." Satria nodded. "That's the cross." Show the brother to the owner of the shop sebrang road.
Satria ran across the street, curious about what Mairah was doing in front of the closed shophouse.
"What other magical act are you going to show." Said Satria, his steps stopped exactly two meters from the hijab woman who was holding an eight-month-old toddler. Judging from his back Satria poult who the woman was.
"What are you doing, Mai?"
"I'm again carrying the Kalimantan. Look it's really good." Babe Mairah origin, his hands were busy chewing chubby cheeks of a small child in his cradle.
Both parents of the girl only smiled when her son was nicknamed the Kalimantan jembong by a kind-hearted mother who wanted to give them food.
In front of the shophouse where Mairah stands there is a family with complete parents, a 10-year-old boy and an eight-month-old toddler.
"Mai, marry yuk."
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The black sedan car was traveling at medium speed, the atmosphere in the car was silent, only the sound of the roar of the car engine was heard. Satria pokus on the wheel and Mairah busy staring out enjoying the view of the city of Borneo.
After Satria's invitation to marry was more like a child's invitation to play at the age of Kenzo, both Mairah and Satria were cool to be awkward with each other.
"Well, this isn't the way back to the battalion." Mairah said as the car drove a turn in direction.
"We'll stop by the house first."
Indeed Mairah already knew that Satria did not live in a dormitory but his own private house.
The car turns into an elite residential area in the Rawa Indah area, east Kalimantan.
"This is Satria's house?" Mairah walks with Satria to a house.
"Yes. Let's go in the other one's waiting."
"Huh? The other one's what it means, Mas." Mairah stopped stepping.
"My parents are visiting again. Relax, they don't bite." Satria pulled Mairah's hand to walk.
Mairah, who was basically ngendeso, gagged in disbelief when he arrived at the perkarangan Satria house. Modern one-level minimalist house with infrastructure whose front walls are almost all surrounded by glass, with a large swimming pool in front of it.
If nyemplung good day-night.
In the lyrics Satria walked beside him. "Crazy for duda tajir too." Mairah muttered with sparkling eyes.
"See the captain how much. If marriage can make a peaceful inner birth like." Mairah was still muttering unconsciously that they were already at the door.
"Assynoltomodel.." Satria shifted the main door. Bhew, in the sliding bit directly open this door yourself.
Gini if holang house is rich..
"Wa'alaikumussalam salam..have come?" A middle-aged lung mother who was about the age of her mother came to greet their arrival.
Satria greeted the mother, then followed by Mairah.
"Oh sat, this is Mairah." Mama Satria immediately hugged Mairah who was still confused.
"Let's go, what's Satria story about me?"
Mama Satria was lying around looking at her son who was chirping while being held in a cruel gaze by Mairah.
"Not a story." His hands shake.
"Udah justin she's Mai. Come on in. We're acquaintances inside." Satria breathed a sigh of relief as Mairah was pulled in by her mother.
What a great rescue, mama. Ilove you.
Mairah who was pulled still had time to look back with both index and middle fingers pointing her eyes alternately pointed at Satria.
I'm watching you. Maybe that is the meaning of the squeaking gaze that Mairah gave.
