ALGAE

ALGASA|Bab 46

The afternoon wind that began to blow perfectly, and slapped the second strand of hair of the kind in a motorcycle that was traveling at high speed.

The hug still coiled around the Son's waist very tightly, occasionally he began to stare at a girl behind him, who was burrowing her head on the sturdy back.

Why, the feeling of a man today can not cooperate with his body. Sometimes the man stole a glance at the girl behind him, sometimes his feelings were pounding very hard and not careless.

Meanwhile, the Son is completely unaware of what is happening to his feelings now. Because what he knows now is, to keep a very important girl in the life of his best friend today.

In a house that looks very simple and for the second time the Son is in the yard of a girl's house at this time. A house that looks very warm to his gaze.

Now, he also began to stop his motorbike in front of a fence that was closed very tightly. Asa who realized she had arrived in front of the house, she began to give the property of the Son, and still stood beside the man.

"Sister Son won't stop by first, will he?" Ask Asa.

The son who immortalized the words of Asa, he could only stare at the entire house of Asa which looked very lonely.

"Your parents haven't been home yet?" Ask the Son flatly.

"Mother's home, but she's back at nine." Answer Asa quickly.

"Certainly, your father?" Ask the Son again.

Asa who heard the words of the Son just now, she could only sigh heavily and smile wryly. "Dad's still busy with work." Answer Asa.

The son nodded his head and started to get off his bike.

"Yaudah, I stopped by your house first. I've been to your house twice, but got nothing like an unexpected guest." He said coldly, pushing his motorbike into Asa's yard.

Asa also began to open the door of his house and looks very uninhabited in it.

"Assalamualaik." Salute Asa to his house that has no inhabitants.

"Getishalam." The Son who hears the greeting Asa.

Asa who heard the greeting of the Son, she only looked at the Son in wonder.

"Why you?" Ask the uncomfortable Son stared at by Asa.

Asa shook her head.  "As a surprise, the Son should have said Asa's greetings just now, not 'Walaikumsalam." Evidently.

"Like me, please! It's a pity that your sweet words are not answered!" It was clearly the one who started to exhale his body on the long sofa.

Asa who was looking at the man's behavior before her, she began to sigh violently.

"It should be, the first one to come to Asa's house was Kak Alga, instead of the rat!" Grunts Asa with a huff.

The son who heard the words of Asa, he began to smile a little at what he had just heard.

'That means the Algae never stopped by Asa's house, is that it? If I look closely, Asa's face is sweet too, huh? Moreover, his behavior is like an animal that wants to be spoiled by his master.' Inner Son while imagining an Asa who complies in his head.

Asa who saw the behavior of a teenage boy who was laying down on a long sofa from a distance, she saw the man smiling to himself, and sometimes the man laughed loudly.

Asa who began to hold the Son's head very quickly, she began to throw all the prayer sentences on her sweet lips. Meanwhile, the Son who was done like a person who was possessed by a demon, he began to push Asa's body quickly.

The son began to awaken his body, and looked at Asa's face with uneasiness.

"Lu what the hell? I'm having a good dream, you're bothering me!" And then with annoyance.

Asa, hearing the words of the Son, began to approach the Son, and placed her hand on the Son's forehead gently.

"Sister Putra is not sick and Kak Putra's body temperature is also cold hot. But why does Brother Putra even smile on his own?" Ask Asa in surprise.

The son who heard the words of Asa, he began to exhale the hand of Asa violently.

"Lu really knows, anyway!? Keep me as a guest in your house is not prepared any so?" Ask the Son flatly, looking at the table where there was nothing.

Asa, hearing the words of the Son, began to pout her lips.

"The problem is, Asa had wanted to make a drink for Brother Son. But! Asa forgot that there was nothing in the house." His grin was without sin.

"Sister Putra can go home now, later Asa invite again Kak Putra to stop by at Asa's house, if there is food that can be served to Brother." It was soft and smiling.

The son who heard the words of the girl in front of him, he could not believe what was happening at this time, with a heavy sigh, he just grabbed his wallet and motor key.

Meanwhile, Asa who saw the departure of the Son without having to carry her bag that was still left on her sofa in wonder.

"Sound! If you want to go home, the goods are checked by the cake, not careless!" Asa muttered flatly, while staring at a black bag that was still loyal to be on the sofa.

Unlike a man who is now breaking through several motorcycles and cars that block his way, the wind that began to blow very hard on his face, able to make his face look very flat and cold.

The motorcycle began to stop, and was scattered in front of an Indomaret that was so very large and queue visitors.

The son began to take a shopping cart, he began to surround every row that looks like a lot of food, and began to enter some important needs into the basket.

After finishing, he began to queue with other visitors at the cashier, with a very heavy sigh finally the Putra queue began to line up in front of the cashier.

He began to put the shopping cart, and began to be counted by the cashier employees very quickly.

"Everything, a total of 500 thousand rupiah." Obviously an aged female officer.

The son began to take out some money from his wallet, and gave all the money to the cashier employee. After the payment was completed, he started riding his bike, and left the place at high speed.

The sun that began to be invisible again, he began to explore all the streets and broke through several cars and motorcycles that always blocked his way.

With a wind that accompanied him. Now the motorcycle began to stop in a very simple home page.

The son, who saw a girl with a man in front of him, began to clax his motorbike.

The two different types of humor began to look at where the source of the voice was, and looked at a man who was now carrying several bags of spending in both hands.