Boyfriend Lies

Moge Up

We dissolve in silence thanks to the effect of stripping off the shame of a Dara. The atmosphere ended up being silent to each other while sitting next to each other. Bagas has opened two mineral water bottle caps and stored them on the lesehan carpet.

My phone has not yet turned on, I immediately remembered the two friends who were still waiting in line for rice field. Did I just say, yeah, that their table was filled with Arfan?

"Woi!" Spontaneous our bodies jerked. The figure of Wayan who was said to give an online message about me to Kak Bagas appeared. "Why be surprised, then, Ngab? You're committing sins, aren't you?"

"Soto!" sahut Kak Bagas while nyolot. I who felt guilty had hugged her directly lowered my head.

"You sin or I don't care, anyway. Yes, mission completed. Rice pake rendang!" His hands were outstretched, handing over two plastic bags filled with two rice pinches.

Bagas hurried to his feet, handed him three pieces of ten thousand money, then took the bag. "Thanks! I gave it to him too." The two lashes were taken to the cashier's table. His body lowered its head to open the drawer and took two plastic plates and a spoon.

"Well, how good, anyway? After having a girl even invited to guard the store," he sneered when Kak Bagas was sitting again beside me. "Ra, if you're not at home here break up, fine."

"Please keep his mouth!" piercing Kak Bagas with bulging eyes.

I smiled, the presence of Vishnu quite melted the atmosphere. "Well done, brother Vishnu. Take care of the adem shop." My eyes covered towards the AC that was left on.

"Seriously not pa-pa? You were also brought to eat lesehan, you know!"

"Yes, no pa-pa. As long as there's a brother, Dara's fine, all right. Want to eat five feet or five stars, yes, it must taste the same. Both make a smile."

"Crazy .. crazy .. crazy .... Where'd you find a cake girl, Gas?" jerit Kak Wisnu while glaring at Kak Bagas. He even pressed the storefront so he could duck deeper to see our expressions.

"Not chosen wrong, right, me?" Bagas smiled broadly as if he had won something.

"Yes, no, I did! Mending the same him than the same he used to be!"

......***......

I waited for Bagas to finish locking the shop so he could walk together through the backyard. It takes a little courage, anyway. Those who sat there did not stop looking at us. I was worried that walking without Bagas would invite verbal ridicule.

"Bang, here!" A piece of thirty thousand money I gave to Kak Bagas who had finished closing the shop.

"What?" Bagas looks confused.

"Money makes rice paddies and oats."

"Jeez, Deck! What's counting, then?" he was so surprised. "Udah from Abang, aja!"

Unfortunately, I kept trying to change the money. "That's not good, ah! Where's the price again, right?"

"Darling!" His eyes that changed staring sharply successfully made my body sculpt. "It's only 20 grand, time is calculated, anyway? Udah, yuk, mending brother anther to class."

His grasp of the hand was able to bewitch me not to blame the money back. We passed through the backyard in leisurely steps as the entrance bell had not yet rung. On the way to class, I suddenly remembered something. "Don't you?"

Confused, actually. I'm afraid Bagas won't lend me his book. But I still have to ask permission, right? I desperately need a package book intake for vocational subjects.

"What?" Bagas turned his face towards me.

"The X class timetable is still there, isn't it?"

"So," she answered quickly. "Why? Want pinjem?"

Wow, gabberly together!

"If you're approved, anyway, you want pinjem." I smiled broadly, hoping that Bagas would not complicate this matter.

"Yes, I'm coming home from school with my brother, yeah!"

"Lho, what do you want?" Somewhat surprised too. Why should I come to his house? Will we not be able to meet tomorrow?

"Don't you want to pinch a book? The book is at home, it must be searched first. Adek bantuin, huh?"

"Oh, okay." I have no choice but to obey the owner, right? Needed, not looking. Yes, sultan's time!

...***...

"Excuse me." It looks awkward, but Bagas still enters the house.

"Sit down, aja, Bang. Get changed first." I can't, can I, ride a motorcycle wearing a skirt? Can be exposed to the thighs.

"Oh, yeah, what do you want to drink?" My steps were stuck in the doorway that would connect the living room with the family room.

"Where's mom, Deck?" His jaw hardened, sitting position with clenched hands resting on both knees revealed clearly his anxiety for fear of meeting Mami.

"Every Monday must be to the house of sodara. Take care of sick Michael." I purposely told him to give an injection of calmness. "What do you want to drink?"

"If there's a cold one, yes!"

"okay." Before climbing the stairs, I covered first to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator until I found the packaged orange juice. He didn't say anything about flavor variance, did he? He asked for a cold drink.

I pour a glass of orange juice and arrange it on a tray before taking it out. "Well, if you're still thirsty, yes!" The tray of glasses and bottled juice I put on the table. "Guild change his clothes for a minute, okay."

"Thank you, yeah!"

After answering with a nod, I ran up the stairs to the room, closed the door, then ran again to reach the wardrobe. I was pensive for a while, thinking hard about the clothes I had to wear to go to Kak Bagas' house.

"Geez!" I screamed while squeezing my hair. Why suddenly the clothes in the closet look all bad, anyway? What should I wear, dong? I don't want to look bad for a first impression in her mom's eyes.

"Okay, relax!" My hands are raised to the front of my chest. Take a deep breath and then breathe slowly. "Time to think winter!"

I remember very well the initial intention of changing clothes because I did not want to look thighs. That is, I have to wear pants and for the top I will choose the best and closed only. Trousers made of jeans and one hanger sweater knit immediately I wear.

Before leaving the room, I took the time to do the hair covering my forehead, then ran down the stairs. "Come, Bang!" invite me after finding him sitting leaning with his head up to the ceiling of the room.

"Udah?" He ended the lightning break by standing up while stretching out his hands. "Dad?"

"Hem," I said without taking my eyes off the shoes.

"But really," he said, chuckling.

He was complimenting or insulting, anyway?

"Abang again muji. It's really neat, so it looks pretty."

...***...

The fence of my house closed first before finally running near Kak Bagas. My hand outstretched to ask for the helmet he hugged. However, instead of giving up the thing, Bagas even put it on my head.

My eyes rounded to find the distance back close. He who did not realize the anxiety of my body turned to bend his body to open the back footstep. His hand suddenly floated in front of my face. "Holding brother's hand. Careful ride, yeah!"

Unknowingly I swallowed. Not expecting that a Bagas can be this romantic and warm to couples. Without any hesitation, I clasped the helping hand, then rode the motor carefully.

"Udah?" tanyanya make sure with the head slightly tilted back.

"Udah, Bang!" The small back seat portion makes my sitting position forward.

"Handle, you know!"

"Ah, don't you!" I refused because I felt no need. I can hold the reins on the iron back seat.

"Must, Deck!" Bagas stressed until he looked back. "It's not safe if Adek holds onto stirrup."

"Behel, tuh, what?" My brain is dead-end. Why is he carrying braces?

"Behel is the iron that is behind the motorcycle seat. If you ride Adek motorbike, Adek can hold it, but if you have a brother motorbike, do not!"

"Emang why?" Wouldn't it end together, huh?

"Courage fell, baby! Where's his hand?" Bagas flapped both hands behind his back. I, who did not want us to argue any longer, immediately gave up both hands. Unexpectedly, she pulled my hand around her waist. "If it's this, it's safe!" he sounds more excited.

...***...