Bony The Scooter

Ch.8 – Turns Weeknights Indeed Long

"Bring a relationship does not mean without a fight.

We quarrel, but after that we forgive each other and love each other more than ever."-

　

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I was silent at Wulan's question, and not wanting to answer rashly, I wanted to answer honestly what my little heart said.

Indeed, the appearance of the wulan is now much different from the old wulan.

But for me, wulan, she's my friend, my sister, I consider her a figure I want to protect.

Even though I admire his beautiful face, and also his body that I'm sure there is no man in this world

she refused to admire its beauty.

I again doubted my feelings, yes, although I wanted to immediately throw away my single status,

but I don't want this to be the way.

I was really afraid that I would ruin my friendship with Wulan just because I expressed my feelings for her.

I just want to keep going like this, I'm comfortable with the current relationship.

I ventured to hold the hand of the wulan that was now on the table, and I looked into his eyes deeply.

“Wul.. I.. honestly like you, but I myself am not sure of this feeling, I have never felt the name in love before.”

“I always thought of you as my friend, my friend, my sister, the person who always made me comfortable when I was together, and always wanted to protect, the place where I came back to share all my grievances, someone I want to look forward to her smile and laugh when I share a joke.”

Wulan's eyes glazed over upon hearing my reply, a sincere smile scratched on her lips.

“Still bar, I'm happy.”

Wulan began to shed tears

I was confused to see the wulan reaction, she said happy, but crying, this was very different, and my brain could not interpret all of this.

I couldn't see the wulan crying, nor did I wipe the tears of the wulan that began to wet his cheeks.

“Why you? How to cry anyway?”

“gapapa coking bar..”

Wulan replied while forcing her smile.

But what happened was that Wulan's tears were flowing more and more. I got out of my seat and moved beside the wulan trying to calm the wulan down, as we were again the center of attention.

I also started to panic with all the unpleasant looks that were pointing at me.

Though I myself was confused as to why this happened, the feeling I answered honestly and had arranged the best words so that Wulan understood my true feelings.

“bar.. can I borrow your back?”

I know Wulan wants to cry on my back, but that would make me even more uncomfortable with this situation.

“don't my back, I'll have a hard time cursing if you cry on my back.”

I answered while embracing the body of the wulan to be in my arms.

“Nangis aja wul, just overflow your emotions, maybe I am wrong, you can blame me as much as you like.”

My words resignedly look at the wulan crying on my chest

“You are evil.you said you have never felt in love, you must be lying.”

“Former in Junior High many younger siblings who like you, some even ngasi brown on Valentine's day.”

“you also often walk together with the same underclassmen, and countless letters from your fans that were entrusted to me.”

Wulan was blabbering in my chest, she was also banging my chest while telling me about my underclassman that even I don't remember.

“Wul.. It's just a story of the past. It's just a monkey story that even now I don't remember it anymore.”.

I answered gently while stroking the wulan's head that was still tightly stuck to my chest.

“how much is the same as mbak dhewi?”

“why is he the same? Not that I've said that I just need him to go to school, even then we accidentally met.”

“bar, mbak Dhewi is also your fan from the era of Junior High, you don't know right?”

The wulan cries began to subside as she told me about the dhewi's past, but the wulan's face was still hiding in my chest.

He also told me in detail when I first met the dhewi at Pipin's house.

“I really don't remember wul, if ever there was a story like that between me and dhewi.”

“If you don't tell me, I won't know if I've met Dhewi before.”

“tuh right.. You love the same forgetfulness of people's faces from the past.”

I felt the mood of the wulan start to improve because he said that while pinching my athletic stomach.

“Such a habit of amnesia, something is wrong with your brain bar.?”

Wulan's face reappeared from behind my chest which was this field, she appeared adorned with her beautiful smile, yet her face was still wet with tears.

“hehehe, gapapa amnesia, the important I handsome.”

my answer is disgusting because I want to immediately restore the mood wulan as usual.

“your basics are yes.”

Wulan pinched my stomach with a puff of anxiety while laughing small

“nah it donk smile. if gini it's good I see.”

“hmmph. I'm going to the bathroom first.. “

Wulan replied while puffing her cheeks.

As Wulan left, I rushed back to my original seat

and enjoy my coffee that is cold, and also eat fried cassava that lives a few pieces.

“Hmm. emang coffee delicious same fried cassava, let alone the same cigarette, definitely perfect nih.”

I muttered that I was enjoying the remnants of coffee, but I did not want to light a cigarette here, especially in front of a wulan who does not like men to smoke, even though he knows I smoke, even though he knows I smoke, but at least I want to honor him by not smoking in front of him.

I also recalled the story of the wulan about the dhewi, I tried hard to remember it, digging deeper into the memory in my brain that may have been dusty.

Because I never use to remember things that I consider trivial.

“huuft...”

I sighed, because I did not manage to clearly remember the events of that time, indeed when yesterday I met the goddess again after a long time, I felt her face was very familiar to me, but I did not manage to remember it.

Suddenly I remembered again with a sweet smile of the dhewi

“aaah...!! he...!! she's the girl who keeps looking at me when I play the guitar for Sukma who is seducing Pipin.”

Finally I managed to remember the incident and without me realizing I was also smiling amusedly because I remembered the embarrassing events in those days.

“Hayoo... smiley-smile yourself..think what you bar?”

I did not realize the presence of Wulan is now in front of me, but what I realized was the change in Wulan's face, no more tears and now Wulan again looks beautiful as ever.

“Hehehe, not really. You are beautiful again now wul.”

I commend the Wulan changes

“ooowh, so you seduce me? After being caught thinking of other girls on a date ?”

Wulan's grumpy grunt pouted with her cute as if Wulan could read my mind.

“Honestly, you were thinking what bar..? how to smile like that anyway?”

“itu.. earlier I keinget a timid story right first met Dhewi.”

“tuh right beneer... You are a very bad bar, again dating the same I was still thinking of other girls.”

Wulanpun back pouting with his cute.

“Douh, gituuu bukan.”

I began to recount the events of that time from my point of view, that I was being asked by the tribe to play the guitar when the tribe seduced him to be his girlfriend, though I know that Pipin does not want to date until he graduates High School.

When I played the guitar, there was indeed a housemate who kept looking at me, I never knew that he was named dhewi.

And what became ridiculous was the appearance of my mother pepin from the kitchen and said.

“Sorry mas, if you want to say not here.”

That speech instantly made me and Sukma take a thousand steps from the house of Pipin.

“Hahahaha, so what's the story?

Pantesan you said you never knew Dhewi.”

Wulan said, smiling again.

“hahaha, yes, I am still amused by myself. You're using my ingetin all the same shameful story.”

I said while sneering at the wulan for being blindly jealous of me.

“eh bar..moved yok?”

“Where?”

“An important change of mood.”

“yawah yok, but we stopped by the mosque first well. Take me

After paying, we went to the nearest mosque for maghrib prayers.

“where else is niih?”

Ask me to wulan after praying

“Buy Maize grill yuk in deket park city.” Take Wulan

“you're not full?”

“Belomlah, eat sausage only where full”

Answer the wulan while sticking out her tongue.

“Yaudah, abis buy grilled corn, I will make sure you to a very good place.”

I want to take her to a place where I can freely give her gifts.

After we bought grilled corn, I took the wulan to a hill not far from the city park,

maybe only 30 minutes away, when heading there we saw many vespas parked neatly near the city park.

I just found out that there is a Vespa club here, seen there is Hogy and some of my friends who hang out with the Vespa children.

We finally reached the hill we were on. To be called a hill it feels inappropriate, because this is just an alternative road between cities that uphill, because,

and there's a viewing post on the shoulder of the road,

Who can see the city from a height.

Because according to the story many couples who managed to become lovers after expressing love in this place,

After parking Bony, we immediately sat down at the viewing post,

to enjoy the beautiful night view of the city from a height,

and also enjoy the grilled corn that we have bought earlier.

I'm not done enjoying grilled corn, yet,

wulan suddenly stood up and pulled me.

“bar, try to see there deh.”

Wulan pointed at the direction of the city that if I saw it then my body position would be turned back to the wulan.

Wulan hugged me from behind,

and what I felt was two warm chewy things stuck to my back.

“wul..” I said call a wulan because it feels good when in his arms

“..ssst..kamu diem aja. I want to say something..kamu do not say if I have not finished talking.”

as soon as pinta wulan who kept hugging me tightly from behind.

“bar.. You said you liked me,

but as a friend, as a sister, as a person you will share your likes and sorrows.”.

“as the person you will protect.”

“doesn't that mean you love me bar.?”

“but I realize who I am, you are entitled, and very entitled to get a girl who is more than me.”

I felt a warm liquid wash over my back.

“for sure wulan cry again.” My inner

“What a bar, I am also comfortable with our relationship, although we finally met again after a long time, but this feeling never changed, and deepened.”

“I also hope, after today, our relationship remains the same as this.”

“I won't stop you from liking, going out with anyone, the important thing is that you're always there for me,

that's more than enough.”

I, who was impatient with Wulan's words just now, immediately made me turn around and gently kiss her lips, so that she would stop saying something that hurt my heart.

I***** her red lips, and my thumb I used to wipe her tears.

I just closed my eyes enjoying the soft sensation of Wulan's lips, the scent of Wulan's breath was so intoxicating to me, making me float.

Our lips were tightly clenched, Wulan who initially just followed my lips slowly, now she started to return my kisses a little wildly.

Two soft objects that were originally attached to my back earlier, now stick beautifully in my chest.

“mmph”

Wulan began to make a beautiful sound when I accidentally nudged the soft object, and Wulan's sigh just now had awakened me from my khilaf.

“Akbar..you realize what you have done?”

Asked Wulan whose face was starting to turn red looking at me.

“Iya. I realized, very aware, I did not admit it so you do not babble weird again.”

“this is my first kiss, and you must take responsibility.”

Said Wulan while bowing down in shame.

We went on round two of our kisses which was even hotter than the first round.

After we finished kissing, we just chatted and enjoyed the night view accompanied by the already cold roasted corn.

It didn't feel like it was time to go home, now it's 9:30 p.m.

Before I go home I hand over the gift that I have prepared in advance, the gift contains a teddy bear doll that hugs the heart that says “Have a nice dream”

In the book, I also wrote a memo

“if you miss, hug this doll and call me at number 081 564 xxx xxx”

“What is new bar?” Asked wulan when I gave the gift

“ada deeh, open aja later at home.”

Wulan smiled happily and kissed my lips again.

“Still yes bar.”

“ya.. both. yok go home. if kemaleman can berabe ntar.”

We also glided casually enjoying the remnants of tonight heading to the wulan house.

On the way home, I bought taxes for Mr. Marjono in the form of sweet martabak and martabak telor, with the aim to silence his mouth in case he was angry because we came home too late.

But fateful, when he arrived in front of the alley of the house of the cold Wulan the Bony finally caught wind and snagged just like that.

As a result we had to push the bony up to the wulan house which fortunately was not too far from where the bony broke down.

On the porch of the house wulan already a creature who was sitting with his leisure while enjoying a cup of coffee and a cigarette, as if deliberately waiting for our return.

“Well, how are you pushing the motor? Marjono sir asked with a stale base."

“iya nih om, broke down just now in front of gang.”

I answered while pushing bony into Wulan's yard.

I kissed om marjono's hand, hinting that I had brought back his son whole without any shortcomings.

“Wul, take a drink for akbar gih, kasian he pushed vespa until dryness.”

Mr. Marjono gave the order to the wulan, I had suspected that the marjono sir would interrogate me during the wulan making drinks for me.

“Anu wul, cold water only if possible.”

I gestured for the wulan not to take too long while picking up a drink for me.

I also remembered the tax I had bought specifically for Mr. Marjono, let him be a little soft on me.

“This om, earlier Akbar same wulan buy martabak near the city park." Who knows if you like.

“Wah, martabak telor ya? Pinteer boy, thanks.”

Without hesitation, Mr. Marjono immediately ate the martabak that I had bought earlier I could only smile wryly looking at it.

Wulanpun came to bring my drink.

I immediately downed a glass of cold water, because even though only pushing a vespa that may be as far as 50 meters, but the butt of the semok vespa was quite heavy also when pushed, but the butt of the Vespa was quite heavy, that's why my throat is really dry.

“Excuse me om, Akbar want to try to see vespa first, who knows can be real again.”

I asked Marjono for permission to find out where Bony's damage was, and Mr. Marjono just nodded his head in a sign that he agreed.

I also immediately compartmentalized atik bony, looking for where the damage was, while recalling the vespa aggravation lesson that my uncle taught me.

“try you off the spark plug vespamu bar, om want to see.awas, hot..”

Immediately, I removed the vespa spark plug and handed it to the marjono sir.

“wul, take sandpaper in the father's toolbox in the kitchen, take the small pieces aja.”

Wulan disappeared back into the house.

“ini bar, clay, whose name is vespa tuh engine 2 stroke and wear side oil to help maintain its combustion performance. And if you wear bad side oil the result of a vespa spark plug must be dirty quickly like gini.”

Marjono tried to explain it to me

“Then let your vespamu can flame again you have to clean the crust attached to your bus.”

Then Mr. Marjono began to clean the vespaku spark plugs using sandpaper that Wulan had brought for him.

Before he handed me the spark plug, Mr. Marjono gave the finishing touch by burning the tip of the spark plug using his match.

“Udah, try now you install this spark plug and turn on again vespamu.”

True bony who was lashing, now back laughing cheerfully through the teahotnya.

[treng teng.teng..teng.

“Wul, you enter the room there, it's late at night, you want to chat with Akbar.”

*degg I have a bad feeling, I feel free to buy martabak for Mr. Marjono, if I end up staying in the interrogation.

But it turned out that my hunch was wrong, he only asked the news of my father and mother.

I also told everything to Mr. Marjono, how the state of my family's life so far, we chatted at length and enjoyed the martabak that I had bought.

From this chat I know, it turns out that mr. Marjono was also a Vespa child in the younger era, he also knew that this Vespaku actually belonged to uncle, because in the past, mr. marjono and uncle often toured together.

“At your young age, you've done everything really well.

Om very proud of you bar.”

Mr. Marjono patted – pat my shoulder with great pride for having heard my life experience.

“eh bar, not om want to ngusir you, but it's already 12 o'clock malem, you want to go home and keep your mother at home? Or want to chat with you until morning here?”

“Om absolutely do not mind if Akbar want to nginep here.”

“thank you so much, for your help and encouragement, but Akbar has to go home, kasian mom alone at home.”

“When – when if possible Akbar will stop by here and chat again the same om..”

My answer is then back to kiss the hand of Mr. Marjono to say goodbye.

　

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Arriving at home I immediately lay my beautiful body on a beloved mattress.

I was reminded again of the hot scene that I and Wulan had done at the hill viewpoint of love.

“hmm is a big legend on the hill.”

I again praised the greatness of the hill of love which turned out to be really powerful, as many people say.

　

[big.bzzt..ding..].

　

--“You must be responsible.”---

Suddenly there was a message coming in on my HP.

But because these eyes were not able to be compromised, I finally fell in the cradle of a beautiful dream.