Bojomu My spirit

Thanks to Stomach Pain

The dark road did not undo Ajeng's intention to get away from Arya and return to the village home alone, although there were cars that continued to follow him, asking him to stop, Ajeng continued to step firmly, he said, the darkness had become a friend to him.

Duh, my stomach hurts!

Looking to the right and left, do not know if there are houses there, looking forward again who knows there is a public ponten or maybe a river that he can use.

Nihil, no one can help him, this is a dark street and the original house of a rare population, as for the rice fields if Ajeng wants to defecate there must be crowded tomorrow, he said, pity sir tani found the treasure Ajeng early in the morning.

"Well, don't stop, don't be stubborn as a girl!" muttered Arya, she clapped her car behind Ajeng then she went outside.

The sweat on Ajeng's forehead was dripping profusely, his face was pale, his lips were dry, his hands were trembling in the stomach, his eyes were slightly watery looking at Arya.

"Mas Arya, mmmmm ...."

"It hurts, I said what, it's cold in here, you're reckless kal-"

Prettys,

"Lo"

Prettys,

"Care for the ponten, Mas Arya!" the door was half screaming.

Arya closed her eyes, inevitably tonight the car had to open all her windows, the scent of curse filled and even absorbed in all the fabric of the chair until the jacket Arya wore.

Dat, dut, dat, dut, pret repeatedly to the outside, even though wearing a mask will not be able to resist the pungent smell that pierces the sense of smell.

It's worse than the smell of the chicken coop yesterday.

Huwek, huwek, huwek!

Arya sips the fizzy drink she just bought at the area's only gas station mini market. The car he left open, if he can find a car wash near the terminal that is open 24 hours for his car, in his hand there is a new car fragrance that he will spray.

The jacket until he was loose, wrapped, and then he opened and washed it at home.

"Luegaaaaaa I am, Mas Arya!" cengar-cengir showing off belly slim.

"Lo if not lo, I've been giggling in the street earlier, aja males demon hitchhiking!" Arya gives me a fruit drink. "Drink this, exhaust, let your stomach is not all garbage, eat what try to be more despicable than garbage!"

"Eheehheheheh, how suddenly sick, if there was a river yes I was emplung alone, no tablets, Mas, just there are you who can help. Makasi yes, it feels like dying earlier if you can not go outside, eheheheheh ...."

"Gue wants to die!"

"Ahahahahah-" plaque. "Sorry, Mas Arya, aahahahahah, don't get angry, don't be handsome again!" pushing Aryan arm.

Arya should be grateful because the abdominal pain disaster had made her relationship with Ajeng improve, without her prostrating apologies and there was a rain drama waiting for Ajeng to talk to her, he said, just the smell of farts alone managed to get all that.

He turned the wheel near the city terminal, there was a car wash, even though it did not smell, he still wanted to be washed, not to be postponed again than tomorrow-tomorrow to mind.

"Laper?"

"Yes, ehehehehe, going outside must want to eat, crimp his stomach, Mas!"

"Yeah, get me still in line, you come with me there, eat chicken krispi!"

"Paid?" remember not payday.

Arya nodded, Ajeng immediately jumped beside her, preparing to take a wide step.

"But, you've been really clumsy, right? Is there something on the shirt?"

"Nothing, Mom. Now clean, if in*********** yes earlier I've washed, I use new money in the bag, always carry the same pads if suddenly menstruation."

"Lo wash, keep you put where?"

Arya turned her eyes puffed, massaging her blushing temple, inevitably she took a motorcycle to get there just to pick up Ajeng's kramat.

And luckily the guard didn't ask much, didn't Arya take it home, he put it in a black plastic bag, then he threw it in the trash.

Dread itself carrying such goods, imagined the smell of Ajeng fart earlier, although it was certainly clean, just wet, still Arya throw away.

"Where's Arya buying this?"

"Yes, in the mini market, I don't know your size, but I think I fit, don't you?"

"Yes, your talent may be buyin biduan ****** *****?"

"Buy it yourself, I'll just rip it off!"

Plaque!

"Sick, bego!" Arya rubbed her arm.

"Biarin, by the way there is no filter, ashamed of the horrified chicken krispi with each other, huh!" let it be, Ajeng hit again.

After the drama ended, then they ate, shared like a child, scrambling too, making other workers and customers jealous, can-can be annoying themselves.

Sitting in the car with a handsome and naughty man, whether to be proud or cry onion, tonight it is difficult to translate the meaning, meet and spend a lot of time with Arya, the whipped bird of the police subscription.

"Arya's mom wasn't scolded by Ratih ma'am Darma came home at 12 gini mallem?"

"Well, I don't go home, just ordinary, it's just that those who come home are shocked, how can I go home!"

"Ahahahahaah, that's your nakal, Mas Arya. But, why yes they still want to feed you, people just trouble his work!"

"Lo himself, not looking for what home?" reply Arya.

Ajeng turned to Arya, "Yes wantedin, but they already know where I go, often I fight until three in the morning, so it's common to go home carelessly that way."

"No more, this is the last time you go home, tomorrow at ten you should be sleeping!"

"Why mother, Tiwi did not forbid me, my chicken is sorry if it is kept, must be taught"

"Say you want to get a model Hikam, emang Dewi kelururan to malem?"

Uh, right also, let alone ten, eight o'clock, Dewi has been sitting sweet at home he said, if Ajeng ya can hives at home at that hour.

"Gue said, no more, lo it's a girl, there can be a crazy person nangkep lo, continue to be invited to the hut, can what you after that, pregnant without a husband, children's birth"

"Well, your midwife?"

"Ck, they're the work so, not accidentally, know also will not get pregnant, different times!" emotion Aryan. "Gue has stopped for more than two months, dizzy me!"

"Dizziness why, Mas Arya?"

Kan, Arya shook her head, it can be long if you have to explain all that to Ajeng, he took it home.

"My jacket cu-"

"Has Ajeng's mother also a victim of abuse, continued to be pregnant Ajeng, when she left Ajeng in this home, in the house of Tiwi ma'am?" Ajeng lowered his head, pouting, the one thing he actually asked, but he kept the meeting. "Mas Arya, sad look at me!"

"Do you want me to hug?"

"No way, that ex-myster!"

"Master again," muttered Arya, not hugging.