Boyfriend Lies

Mantu Matters

Lunch menu that provokes pity. Now I understand the reason Kak Bagas staunchly took the pinch whose packaging had been torn by the merchant. Our menu was intentionally different.

Serve Kak Bagas a little, just rice, fried tofu-tempe, lalapan, and sambal. Another with mine whose rice is equipped with fried chicken cremes, fried tofu-tempe, lalapan, and sambal. Why try to be this different?

"Eat, Deck!"

Boro-boro wants to eat, just look at the plate I'm lazy. Surprisingly, Bagas seemed unaffected by the menu. It was already guessed that this menu gap was intentional. Since I realized that this food was bought for his money, deliberately fried chicken that has not been touched it I diverted to the plate Kak Bagas.

"Well?" His oil-soaked hands of fried tofu were slightly raised from the plate.

"Make Brother," reply me as I am.

"Not to!" he refused to give the chicken again. "Don't like chicken."

"Ah, who really?" My eyes narrowed to investigate.

"Well eat, all right! Adek must improve nutrition so as not to faint like that."

"Oh, that's ...." I'm down. Did I just say, huh? They are, right, from the BagasLovers stronghold.

"Surely because it hasn't had breakfast, right?" guess the wrong target.

"Not because of that" I said without looking at his face.

"Keep because of what?"

"Bang, why not get the menu together?" ask me to shift the subject.

"Oh, that's ...." Brother Bagas smiled. "Mother's still mad, so I don't give you pocket money today."

"Eh, why angry?" I stopped bribing rice because of that information.

"Gara brother ngebiarin Adek go home alone."

Successfully I held a smile. It turns out that someone defended me inside Kak Bagas' house. Good riddance! That way, he won't be arbitrary to me, will he?

"Keep still know, don't you? The boy also followed, you know, brother's enemy."

"Oh, huh?" Maybe it means Brother Bagas complained time, yes. Hihi, it's so funny.

"Yes. He naroh upil at the study table same hape brother. Where was this morning doused in water again."

I chuckled, satisfied to also hear Kak Bagas being fought by his own sister. Yeah, tell me who's not holding me back?

While preoccupied with laughing at Kak Bagas' story, his phone suddenly rang. He placed the plate on the table for a while to reach into the phone that was stored in the pocket of his pants.

"Tuh, right, called the commander," he murmured.

I looked a little at his phone. I don't know who the commander said by Kak Bagas because I can't see the screen clearly.

He was seen turning off the call, calling back the caller with a video call method. I don't want to say KEPO prefers to keep my head down.

"Sister! Mother said, apologies to Dara!"

Baim's voice sounded. I turned to make sure it was true. Ah, so, the one the commander called by him was Mother.

"Become ... Dara .. Call him Brother, boy!" Bagas continued the eating activity that was delayed.

"Good Gosh Bagas! Even relax, instead of apologizing to Mother Mantu. How do you try now the fate of your relationship? Don't tell me that Dara asked to break up because of the crisis, yes!"

I looked at Bagas as his mother talked about his son-in-law. As if not affected, Bagas just moved his head casually. The eating event continued, it was seen that his lust did not decrease in the least. I who found that expression suddenly confused. If he looks relaxed, it means that his mother's words are not taken seriously, right?

"It seems less, deh, if you just take the snack rations. Tomorrow you can't go to school on a motorbike!"

"Well, keep Bagas up what's here?"

This time he was disturbed. Huh! Dara's stage in her life was nothing more than a moge.

"Whatever. Ride the angkot, cake. Ride ojek, cake. Mother just doesn't want to know. If you want pocket money plus moge back you have to apologize first to Dara," demanded his mother without mercy.

"Mom, Bagas apologized" he said, now looking at me. I who felt I didn't get an official apology just shrugged, as if I didn't care and wouldn't forgive him.

"Masa? Where's evidence?"

"That's you got money! Don't-don't-don't pinjem from Mom's Mantu, huh?"

"God! Ma'am, the mother's son is Bagas, not Dara. Yeah, anyways why if Bagas pinjem Dara's money?"

"Yes, embarrass the family, dong! Udah, ah, kasiin hapenya to Dara. I want to talk to Dara!"

Hearing that, Bagas quickly handed his phone to me. Because my right hand is still covered with oil leftovers, as a result my left hand which is in charge of holding a mobile phone.

"Hello, Mother," I said softly with a happy smile.

"Darling! What are you again?" ask Mother.

"Dear, baby! Very soft cotton. The turn to talk to the child, his tongue hurts more than the tongue of the in-laws," muttered Kak Bagas who I can still hear clearly.

"It's lunch again, ma'am." I showed you my plate.

"Ouch! How's the bag, anyway? How come you're having lunch at this hour? Where's her break time?" ask Miss Esther while shouting.

"Bagas again, Bagas again got hit," said the guy next to me.

"No, Ma. This is not Bagas' fault. Dara sem—"

"Don't!" hold Bagas in my arm. "Don't tell me about fainting to Mom."

"Why can't you?" I returned the whisper.

"Later to nag again, Dek. Does Adek have to see brother eat tofu-tempe continues? Brother also wants to eat the field," his whine is more adorable.

"Hello, Dara?" My mother's voice sounded again. "You're not in anything like Bagas, are you, son?"

"No, Ma. Dara was chatting with Bagas' sister." I better defend him, right? It is a pity that Bagas' money will be held for longer.

"So her Dara has no appetite, ma'am. So, eat it now, you know!" I choose to turn it on myself. After all, Bagas was late to eat because I fainted.

"Well, I'll make you guys some rice, okay? No need to go to the cafeteria."

"Duh, Mom, no! Ngerepotin, aja, ah!" reject me for not wanting to be burdened.

"That's right, no pa-pa. All of you make Baim rice. Oh, yeah, give the gap to Bagas."

I said, waiting for Bagas to finish washing his hands in the sink, then give it to him.

"What, Mom?" ask Bagas after the connection back to him.

"Tomorrow you must bring rice, you know!"

"Yes," replied as he picked up the sitting area again.

"Don't forget to bring it! Anyway tomorrow morning I'm simple on your bike."

"So, tomorrow Bagas can bring a motor, huh?" Bagas is getting excited.

"Yes, I can, I want! If you don't bring it, then mother's cooking for Dara brought whom?"

"But, Mom, Bagas has no money to buy his gasoline. Where was Vishnu money pinjem again to buy food."

"Yes, yeah, I'll give you some more of his pocket money."

"Really, huh?" Bagas could not hide his pleasure.

"Yes, really, but you have to take good care of Dara, yeah! Don't get hurt again!"

"Ready, Commander!" yell Brother Bagas. "Thank you, yeah, honey! Tomorrow we can get some ice cream!"

Stared so with such a promise, subconsciously my heart was happy and hoped that tomorrow would come soon. I'm looking forward to the ice cream snacks that Kak Bagas said.

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