About the Heart

The Trio Somplak

Me and Mr. Aryan walked leisurely ignoring the other employees who were looking at him questioningly. Indeed, ever since the presence of Mr. Aryan, the gossip about me in this office has become more and more. From the manager's ex-girlfriend, to the new manager's crush. However, all I think of as black cloudy which will also disappear if the rain comes.

"Morning, Mr. Aryan!" greet Anggen and Bu Tya together as me and the manager flashed in front of my desk.

I do not respond to those who still follow his gaze on the departure of Mr. Aryan to his room. I sat myself down, leaned my back and turned my head to the two of them. "Sssssstttt .. 'that's a lot to see!" my God to the two girls who were fascinated by the good looks of her manager.

"Crazy, Sa! The more beautiful the day, the manager said, "praise Bu Tya with saliva that almost flooded the tip of his lips.

"Pocket on, dong!" my timpalku provoked the female side after it had failed to provoke the male side. Must not give up!

"Excite, pepet!" exclaimed Bu Tya with eyes that I believed was imagining the handsome face of the man he admired.

"What's on the patch?" chirp Anggen with his innocent expression.

"The hairy and agile" said Lirih Bu Tya while in style as he was whispering.

"Fur, what?" Anggen began to be interested, he shifted his position to get closer to the two of us.

"Fur, which makes it tingly good," said Bu Tya with a chuckling smile.

Anggen docked, occasionally blowing gum in his mouth to form a large balloon and exploded in his nose. "Where's the fur, 'uh?"

"Pe, leaking, donk! You already understand the problem first," asked Bu Tya while poking my shoulder to realize if the so-called Pe was me, Rosa.

"What?" my reply sok did not understand.

"Evitable feathers," Anggen explained something that left him wracked with curiosity.

"Whose used to?" I asked to interrupt the conversation.

"The feather that would be dipepet Bu Tya," again Anggen complete the sentence so that I immediately understand and can answer the questions lodged in his mind.

"Huh?" my peek.

"The vivacious fur has Mr. Aryan," explained Bu Tya clearly.

I closed my mouth with my palm. My eyes glared at the sentence that led to the taboo. "Mom Tya, uh. How about that, anyway?"

"Indeed why? Mr. Aryan seems to be hairy and agile," said relaxed Bu Tya like not feeling uncomfortable with the topic of our conversation.

"Bu Tya when did you see Pak Aryan's frisky fur?" Anggen back to look.

"I accidentally saw the time open a little, uchh .. make it not stand!" said Bu Tya with his sensual style.

"Ih .. would ...!" The goggen.

"The agile fur of Mr. Aryan is only for me," said Bu Tya displaying a fierce face.

"Eat 'nose feathers!" chirping.

"Nose feathers, anyway?" anggen Protest.

"Keep, want a sack of fur?" I offer other options that make Anggen increasingly sing his tiny lips.

"B-u-l-u d-a-d-a," spelled Bu Tya with a very clear pronunciation.

"Sir Aryan, where has chest hair," I was full of confidence because I had seen him change shirts in the car.

His chest was a field, clean of the so-called fine feathers that were tempting to play. Her stomach was beautifully sealed. Ah ... very hugable anyway.

"That's so bad of you, Pe?" Anggen started following me to call me Depe.

"Of course, he once let go of his shirt in front of me" I relaxed without thinking if this confession would have long-tail.

"Well, what are you doing, okay?" Anggen screamed hysterically which eventually became the attention of the room.

The three of us ended up just cheering. Early in the morning already huddled feathers are agile to make a rowdy and forget that we are in this place there to work. Fortunately, their spies immediately turned on the pile of work after Mr. Aryan walked past our table at the right time.

"There, you," muttered Bu Tya with his eyes flickering like a child with intestinal worms.

"Aww...why elbow me, anyway, Nggen?" pekik Bu Tya did not realize that his behavior was inappropriate for a woman, let alone the class of Bu Tya.

"Jaim, dong!" the Anggen command that Bu Tya ignored.

At once Mr. Aryan cleared his throat because he was disturbed by the noise pollution produced by the two girls. "All back to work! Rosa, come to the room, me!" mr. Aryan's orders later.

Bu Tya and Anggen were immediately pricked as soon as I was called to the room of his beloved manager. I gave them a code to get back to work. But they still continue their show.

"Pe, greetings for his agile fur. Say that Tya Gunawan who bohay ready to menguegel," said Bu Tya spoiled.

"I also want acquaintances, Pe, same vivacious feathers, ask when he has free time?" send me anggen's message that makes me shake my head.

"You guys, samplak!"

"We, Trio Somplak!" resolute Bu Tya with her spirit.

"Hu uh!" Anggen.

The oration of Bu Tya and Anggen about the Trio Somplak only responded to a smile in my heart. It feels strange but I am happy. Losing friends such as Maya and Mas Rendra who gesrek, replaced kontan with two girl somplak who pledged himself as Trio Somplak.

*****

The office canteen, where the three of us spent time for lunch. Take 3 trays containing a variety of lunch menus, but in reality we still spend them together. Tasting food on the opposite plate. It feels like Trio Somplak is the right nickname for us. And ever since the name of our gang was embedded, Bu's call to Tya was burned.

"We'll talk about it first!" tya's spirit with his serious face.

"Agreed!" timpal Anggen is no less enthusiastic.

"So, what did you do to know that Mr. Aryan was hairless?" search for Tya by sharpening his gaze at me.

"We did not say anything" I replied casually after sipping water straight from the bottle.

"I don't believe it. You guys used to play frisky, huh?" telisik Tya further.

"Main what's 'tuh?" Orggen find out.

"Sssstttt! You're in them first, Anggen!" tya's orders upset Anggen.

I'm still acting relaxed. "Make sure Mr. Aryan is not hairy, but if it is agile I do not know, because I have never played with him," I explained at length which seemed to be understood by Tya.

"The clearly hairy and agile one is my husband," I showed off then with a sense of pride that reached its peak.

"You ...!" yelled Tya with a seductive tone.

"Enak, aja. He has my patent" I said, immediately standing up for finishing my lunch.

"You are hairy and agile" cried Tya so I could hear.

"Actually what, anyway, is hairy and agile? The bells? A langur? Or ...? It! Yes .. maybe it is.

Hairy? Ja.

Lissome? Ja.

Make ticklish? Ja.

He's a caterpillar. Not funny, huh? Crispy?

Ah .. said kerupuk kali, crisp.

Welcome, Trio Somplak!