Bony The Scooter
Ch.10 – Girls who share destiny with me
"I built a house with my ribs, and your chest is a wall where all the paintings and portraits are happy." --
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The sun outside the house was shining with heat. Yes, outside the house the weather is very hot, so also inside the house wulan equally “panas”.
I and Wulan now look at each other, reflecting back on what we had done just now.
Although we did not go that far, we never thought this would happen between us.
My mischievousness, I will try to remain sane and will not exceed the reasonable limits of my mischief.
Because I promised myself that I would keep my virginity until I was legitimate
married. And that's my Vespaku road.
*Gruyuuuk my stomach rang with his merdunya, indicating it is time for me to fill my stomach again. This morning I filled it with a few pieces of special fried cassava made by my mother.
“You're hungry bar?”
Tanya Wulan heard my stomach singing just now.
“Iya, this morning only breakfast cassava doank, but we even dare to exercise heavy kayak earlier. Hehehe.” I answered withstanding shame, not expecting that my stomach would sound so loud.
“Yaudah, I'm masakin instant noodles would you?”
Barar wulan with his sweet smile.
“Yeah, instant noodles anyway?”
I was a little disappointed, as I often heard the spooky stories of the dangers of instant noodles.
“Keep me masakin what??”
“Let me cook, may I? You help me.”
I offer win-win solutions for wulan.
“Ok, I help you eat ya..”
Wulan answered teasing me by poking my nose.
Me and Wulan left the sofa as witnesses
mute love us and set foot into the kitchen.
I took three dishes of white rice from the rice cooker and cooled them down, then took two eggs from the refrigerator.
“You cook what bar? Fried rice?”
Wulan asked me by putting her hand on her chin posing cutely.
“Udah, if you don't want to help me, you are just there.”
I answered the wulan question by slightly imitating the style of the mother when she wanted to cook something.
Trying to master the kitchen in someone else's house is not easy, I am completely blind, do not know where the location of the spice – spices stored.
I only found eggs and long beans in the fridge but I couldn't find where the spices were.
“If you want to come eat, find me shallots, garlic, chili and chives.” I started to lose my patience a little because I didn't find the seasoning and told the wulan to take some for me.
I began to mix some seasonings that had been prepared. Then I started cooking a special fried rice a la Akbar the young tamvan, at the finishing touch of my cooking I imitated the movements of the famous chef when sowing salt.
“Bar, this is a novel about High School boy love right?”
“Iya donk.”
“Keep why the story is a cook recipe?”
“Hahaha, maybe the author again laper times.”
“Hahaha. can be..”.
Wulan and I enjoy a special fried rice with my homemade eggs that only use simple spices.
“Hmmm.. yummy bar cuisine, not expect, already handsome, pinter cook also.”
I just smiled at the praise from the wulan, because this is what happened until I intervened in the control of the kitchen.
Not infrequently I heard various compliments from my sister when I used to
often cook for him.
“Hmm, time anyway.. My cooking is as good as that? Ordinary feeling deh.”
I responded to the praise from the wulan with a slight low, but still seemed arrogant.
“Truly deh bar, your fried rice is not inferior to resto cuisine.”
“Hehehe, yes, yes. thanks, dah, abisin your food, cold tar.”
After we were satisfied to enjoy fried rice, we again chatted on the front sofa, interspersed with friendly laughter we were again lulled by the cradle of romance.
“Bar, I want us to stay like this, we remain friends.” wulan ended his speech with his soft lips pressed affectionately on my lips.
“But friendly.”.
My words connect unfinished wulan words.
“Wul, thank you very much for today.” I hugged Wulan as if I was not willing to part with her
“Yes bar, I am grateful, you want to take responsibility for my feelings.”
“I go home first ya wul..” I kiss wulan forehead to steady my heart say goodbye to him today.
“Iya bar, be careful on the road.mmuach wulan back this lip-friendly.
When I was on top of my vespaku, Wulan said something
“Bar.. You are good.”
With a blink of one eye made the wulan speech turn into a thousand meanings for me.
“Haaa?”
I put on an astonished facial expression with the intention that the wulan repeat his words.
And as if to understand the expression of my face, wulan rectified his earlier words
“I mean, your cooking is delicious bar.” wulan blushed in embarrassment when he said it and waved his hand for me.
I really didn't expect this day to be so beautiful, I don't know what I dreamed about last night.
I never imagined being able to make out that way with a wulan.
I and Wulan who agreed not to be bound to each other with an official relationship will give benefits to me and also to Wulan.
But I don't know why I feel like there's something wrong with this relationship.
I feel guilty to whomever my partner is in the future, for I have indirectly cheated behind him.
I also could not imagine how I felt or how I felt when I saw that one of us had an official partner.
Surely there is jealousy but can only hold that feeling, because we are only friends, yes. Friends but friendly.
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I flushed my body which was tired physically and mentally.
Hoping that after taking a bath I could get rid of this guilt, but instead of the guilt being gone, now all that feeling turned into hate.
Hate the existence of Dhewi which indirectly hinders my relationship with Wulan.
“Haaish. Maybe this is already a fate because my relationship and wulan ended like this, I can not continue – continue to blame dhewi because of his feelings for me.”
I muttered alone as I lay this body on my bed, and began to close my eyes. Wishing
all of this will change for the better tomorrow morning.
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“Akbaar.”
Akbaar.”
There was a sweet voice that felt very familiar to me, but I could not remember who the owner of the sweet voice was.
“you don't need to worry bar, I won't be mad at you.”
“everyone must have a past.”
"and I'll never mind that.”
“ the past will always be connected to the future.
And I will always look forward to you.”
“I will always support you whatever you will do.”
“because you will always come back to me.”
“Akbaar.”
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“Akbaar ... !!! ... Banguuun .. !!!”
“Iya maak, yes.. Akbar is up.”
04.30 am, please,
As usual the morning alarm coming from my throat managed to successfully wake me up from a dream.
I felt very familiar with the voice that had been in my dream, I could never forget the voice of that woman, because she was the woman I had met in my dreams before.
I always remember her sweet smile.
Moreover, the woman spoke clearly to me, as if she and I knew each other and shared destiny.
Sometimes I curse my brain, which always has trouble remembering the faces of others.
