BECAUSE OF YOU, MY DESTINY.
Sunday night part 2
"How exciting is this?" someone said suddenly.
They're looking.
"Eh, this is Iqbal tea huh? mr Bambang's son?" ask Deni.
"You remember me" said Iqbal, then sat down with them.
"Yes remember, we used to like to climb cherry trees together, kite, play marbles, even swim in a long pool aka river." This time Joseph spoke.
"And you must remember, Iqbal was also pursued by his father Ucok because of the discovery of mango nutmeg." The timpal Grace remembers their childhood.
They all laughed remembering. Although their age is different, but once as a child, they are friends of the game.
"Hahaha yes, yes, apparently you still remember, is it still like that?" ask Iqbal who is sitting in the chair.
"Obviously not, A. Eh sometimes if you climb a cherry tree still like," said Ucok.
"That's mah you, Ucok. You're still flattered," said Jaka.
"You like to eat it too, Jaka. You even like to use wood to pick it up."
"Of course you like the cherry don't blame each other!" lerai Deni's.
"Nothing has changed here, only the people have changed a lot" Iqbal said
"Getting older." Say them compactly and then laugh together.
Iqbal's voice rang he picked her up and spoke then turned off his call.
"Who, A?" ask Yusuf.
"My high school friend in Jakarta, he asked me where the barrel was."
They just nodded oh ria. Not long after, Alvin approached Iqbal, he stopped his bike right in front of them.
Iqbal stood up to him and shook hands as a man.
"During the time you don't see you're getting hotter, Vin."
Alvin smiled faintly, "You're the same, bro." Alvin grabbed the shoulder of his best friend and patted Iqbal on the shoulder.
"Oh yeah, introduce, they're young people here, my old playmates and some of them are married." Iqbal introduced the young men and his comrades in arms.
Iqbal is the son of the owner of the foundation where Riana attended school, can be said his son Mr. Bambang, Kaka from Vino and is a shahabat Alvin during High School.
Iqbal used to live in a village with them, but after graduating Junior High, Iqbal continued his school in Jakarta where his mother came from.
From the past until now the post is a fun place for young people there, even the next village children also often hang out there.
"Good Sunday night here, Mr. Alvin." Deni said as Alvin shook hands.
"You are, Sunday night is scary to me" Alvin joked.
"So calm, here all at singles, except for married fathers, is not that so Mr Riki?" yusuf asked Riki one of Iqbal's married friends.
"Yes up to you," Riki replied and was laughed at by the others.
While Alvin again sat on his bike facing them and the left hand rested on the handlebar. While Iqbal tendered to the rear Alvin motorbike
"Eittss, who says single, I don't, there's a beloved Riana tea that accompanies me." Grace speaks confidently.
"Emang Riana wants to be with you?" ask Deni.
The deg!
"Well, I'm the one who's here."
"Wait on! you mean Riana's son, Mr. Yanto?" tanya Iqbal.
Alvin who heard the word Riana felt that he knew the name, but he still did not know for sure whether this Riana was the same as his student or not. And the name of Mr. Yanto himself Alvin also does not know which person, even though he often met while in the mosque, know the look but do not know the name.
"So curious, from the past she has also looked beautiful, especially now that she has grown up must be more beautiful."
"Clearly dong, A. My future wife." Grace keeps feeling confident.
"Have you shot Riana?" this time it was Alvin who chimed in on them.
"Hehehe not yet," said Grace in a cry.
"Try now you shoot him! all of us who will be witness." challenge Iqbal to pump Grace to dare to express his feelings.
"Well, who's afraid, you're witnesses!"
"Yes" said all of them.
"Riana, come out dong! some want a Grace to convey," cried Grace.
Riana and Mr. Yanto who were inside the store were disturbed by the shout of Grace.
"What's with the Grace, using that screaming show?" ask Yanto who is counting his groceries to spend again tomorrow.
"Don't know, sir. Ghost tinkers kersen kali."
"You samperin gih! from earlier call your name, kanya want to shoot you?"
"Diiihhh, the father is pretentious" said Riana then came out to find out what was happening in front.
"Whisper!" riana shouted.
Grace fell silent, and the others turned their heads including Alvin and Iqbal who turned their backs to Riana.
Alvin's eyes were stunned, "It turns out he's the same person," Alvin's inner self. While Iqbal himself was quite fascinated to see the son of Mr. Yanto who is now.
"Ehhh there is yes, ok, I want to be honest before them as a witness," Grace took her breath first and threw it away roughly, she was quite gerogi when she wanted to say, ' he said, but she emboldened herself in front of all her. "Riana, public transport is so close to five thousand, if you're so close to my heart" said Rahmat.
"Ehh pe a, you want to shoot what is pengengengombal?" chirps Ucok.
"Ngengombal while shooting," Grace replied with sewot.
"Rianaaa, I love youuuuu," cried Grace shamelessly.
"Yahmaaaat!!!!!! tong ngagandengkeun, ieu peuting tea!" yanto shouted from inside the store.
("Rahmaaaat!!!!! don't be noisy, it's night!" )
"Ohame!!! dad exists!!! I guess it's not there!" Grace who was sitting was shocked, he was confused because he was afraid of being sprayed by his father Riana, grace hurriedly came down from the bench looking for sandals and wearing them without seeing which one was left and right and then the razor-shag ran.
Everyone laughed when Grace ran away.
"Your sandals are upside down!" yusuf shouted and laughed again to see Grace run away.
Grace who had heard Yusuf's cry paused for a moment to justify the flipside, and ran back when she heard Yanto's voice.
"Haayoooooooo!" yanto shouted in fright.
Yanto who was beside Riana also laughed watching to Rahmat konyolan.
"Isss a real fad, sir?"
"The noise of shouting is not clear" Yanto replied as he re-entered.
Alvin laughed but occasionally his eyes glanced at Riana.
The young man resumed his chatter, some turned on the music, then continued to play guitar, some even played chess, enjoyed Sunday night with exclamations along with others
They hang out at the kamling post until 11 p.m., then continue with the gaffers.
