Call Love to Tone

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Lazy to say from Rangga's girlfriend, Gibran chose to go from there. It is better to travel around the city than to be a mosquito among them. Plus the girl looks flirtatious as if she just wants to prey on it. The laziest ghibran deals with girls so the best option is to go.

"Woy Ghibran's... Where are you going!!!" rangga shouted when he saw Ghibran stepping.

"Whispering lo. I want to take it out" said Ghibran without caring about his shouts.

He finally glided with his favorite Lamborghini car. Confused about where he was going, he just went around the streets.

On the way he thought of one place that used to always be his escape shedding sadness. Yups, where he often runs away from home when he can't accept the busyness of his parents.

Ghibran went to one of the parks in West Jakarta, a park that is quite famous, but also quite cool. Especially now at night, it must be quiet.

For those of you who come from Jakarta, you must know this place... Yes, Tribeca Park. Consider it a night yaaa.

Here Ghibran so daydreaming, inget his childhood less attention, parents who are always busy with work. In this place the little Ghibran used to be crying, because it misses the affection of its parents.

But now that Ghibran is aware, he still has a friend who is always there when he needs to, even though his mom's dad is always busy, he knows that they love him.

Gibran daydreamed there until about 10 p.m. After that he left the garden full of memories. He ended up traveling around town because he was not going home. Finally Gibran almost want to pass a bridge, suddenly his car stopped. Gibran who is in a bad mood so much bad mood.

Shit I'm out of gas again. But when he checked it turned out to be full of gasoline. Turns out to strike, he made it up. Damn I was lonely today.

Because Gibran's car broke down, he was forced to go down. He also dialed the number of one of his trust workshop, but again unlucky fate hp his dead because of running out of battery. Shit I forgot to bring powerbank again

From the bridge appeared a girl carrying a small bag. Seeing that there was confusion the girl approached.

"May I help you?" the girl offers help with a careless face.

"Who are you??" ghibran asked with a look..

"That's just a passerby." The girl doesn't like telephoning, so she asks again. "God! I just said, you need help, right?!"

"Sorry is not necessary" said the prestige Ghibran. Time yes, he is as cold as the north polar ice is helped by girls anyway?? Where do you want the face of the trial....

"Heh, you need help saying that! Don't be so prestige."

"Gue told you, didn't he?! Do you want to help me what?!" Ghibran sewot himself.

"So try lo." the chick pushed Ghibran's shoulder. Automatically make Ghibran retreat from the front of his car.

"Lo who the hell! Dateng dateng angry like a mother attached. Mo maling your cave car huh?!!" Ghibran urinating is not clear because of the same sprain of the girl.

"Whisper lo!" snapped the chick.

The girl was busy packing the front hood of Ghibran's car. After a long time, he immediately started the car. And succeed.

"Old sorry. I'm still an amateur." said the girl indifferently as she passed away.

Gibran who is still upset so astonished, the girls what a girl..... I could have broken down my car... Without him realizing it, the girl sped away without a word of thanks.

" Eeh wait, what's your name??" ghibran shouted as he came to his senses.

"It doesn't matter if you know my name."

Crazy tuh girl flat.

Othor: Lah doesn't realize himself flat..

Kayak dipake ballom drill board.

**Gibran : How I am ae lah thor.

Othor: Yes, let's go.

#oke** the above description. Back to story...

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The next day...

It just so happens today's weekend...

Gibran early in the morning had woken up, because he was too late, he preferred to go jogging and have breakfast outside.

In front of the housing complex, Rangga looks to be riding a motorcycle. Go to the Ghibran house. Wiggling Ghibran was jogging, Rangga immediately stopped his motorbike.

"Ghibran... Woy.... Where's looo going? We're traveling around the motor yok" said Rangga pas in front of Ghibran.

"Why what??"

"We are refreshing.... Males I'm onem at home."

"🤔🤔🤔🤔" Ghibran thinks.....

"Most think of the refrigerator, have already taken your motor lo. We're on the road."

"Males ah me. Tired."

"Many loo styles. Cape what the hell! Semalem you even left me. How to do semalem." Rangga squinted his eyes.

"Whispering lo koplak. Oh oh, oh, ah."

"Yaudah, I'm following you. Where is Mao now??"

"Joggers"

"Sadis really you say. Just aja. Ama temen herself too." Ranggau complaining... "Gua ngut yak.. /with pleading gaze".

"When did I ask permission? Your persambet ya."

They eventually jogged all the way to the park complex, Ghibran stopped his way in front of the porridge maker.

"Well, why are we stopping here? Want to help wash the dishes?" asked Rangga with a face mimic to be in the tabok.

"Lu aja's. I want to eat."

And Ghibran ordered porridge.

"Where are you going?"

Ghibran also told of the incident last night. Starting from him around the city because of the males came home, until finally fitting the story of a car that broke down.

Tumben nih the refrigerator talking length x width x height. Taman kali yak... Rangga shuddered in horror.

"Heh shucks... The cave you're talking about is shaken." Ghibran pissed 😡 😡 😡...

Rangga who is aware of daydreams can only grin.. "Lagian lo tumben tumbenan speaking from Priok ampe Angke not selese selese. Your suit yes..."

Ghibran who was upset to hear his chatter also hit Rangga's head with a used porridge spoon he ate.

#they talk while eating...

"Eeh, it's so good that you maen hit me in the head... I'm at fitrahin woy. Don't hit mulu. Ntar pitak again me.." said Rangga while stroking his head that hurt.

The shivering perpetrator even widened because it was funny with the expression of his friend.

"But I'm really surprised it's a girl.. Angry nongol angry like no work. I haven't been able to say thanks. His face was flat like a school wall."

"Nyadar... Your face is also flat like a frying pan. Can you ngomen tuh chick. It's even worse." Rangga was surprised by the thoughts of his best friend. But diem he thought, you got karma Ghibran time..... You are usually the polar face. Rangga even ngakak himself..

Ghibran was increasingly upset with Rangga ngakak... He throws a spoon and fits his eel. Wkwkwkwk.....

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