CHASED MAFIA BOY
The Part 19
"Cunaon Boris? Home tea lecture meni tangle it.." mak Oneng asked after seeing the look on the face of the grandson like a tangled shirt that has not been ironed a week when he welcomed his favorite grandson in front of the door earlier. Then get Boris a glass of water after the now moody young man dropped himself on the butut sofa in the corner of the room.
"That's mak...It was a test, it was hard" Kilah Boris. It is impossible for him to be frank about the events of this morning on campus, could-can trigger heart disease mak Oneng to relapse.
"Kumaha oruh? Boris can fuck up?" A glass of boiled water this morning floated before the grandson, and as usual the boy received it with joy.
"Alhamdulillah can mak, hard can also be Boris selesein" replied Boris sung, then moved from his seat to his bedroom.
Boris did not want to linger talking to mak Oneng, especially to carry the name of God like that. His sins are multiplied cuy! It's a lie, bring the name of God too, can be immediately kicked to hell by an angel later in the grave.
"Boris wants to sleep yah mak stretch, wakein pas duhur." he continued, did not even heed the request of the grandmother to eat first.
In the room the young man could close his eyes, his mind drifting in search of the possibility of where Airin was at the moment and what caused the girl to run away from her home. Is she fine at the moment, is anyone accompanying her, what if the girl is currently crying?
"May Asep be there nemenin you Ai...But do not hug the gorilla yah Ai, serem because of it.later you crumble kayak kalupuk kalo hugged the Asep mang" inner Boris thrashed.
"Astaghfirullahaladziim." said Boris while rubbing his face with both hands.
As soon as Boris' attention was on his old-fashioned cell phone, his soul had begun to wriggle in line with his fingers that had begun not to be compromised. Boris was anxious to contact Airin at this time and ask him directly for his whereabouts, but his mind was at odds with his own.
What if Airin won't respond to the call? Is it worth it to contact the girl? What if Airin was angry that Boris had dared to call him? What if Asep picked up his call??
" Yes Alloh.give the servant a clue...What should I do??" inner Boris, the young man's gaze was fixed on the ceiling of his room this time, with a thumbs up hand ready for action.
Boris had already hit number one on his phone, the order of Airin's cell phone number in his speen dial settings. His heart was worried and doubtful as to whether he would press the contact button or not. But the impulse inside him gets stronger when Boris is more worried about the girl's health than his anger. Unfortunately, the phone suddenly rang just as Boris was about to press the tombil dial.
"Innalillahi...!" Boris spoke spontaneously, then rose from his sleep.
"Huh? Who died ka? you're okay, aren't you?" The loud voice across there was no less surprised when Boris said the divine sentence.
"Ka! Brother Boris! Answer me brother! who died!"
Tut!
Boris was so shocked. Believe it or not he can go back to listening to the voice that is currently so draining his worries. Instead of answering the question, Boris ended the call.
"Innalillahi wa innailaihi roojiuun...! Asterghfirullah..." Now his consciousness had returned when Boris realized who had contacted him earlier, and Boris was getting more panicked.
"Airin up!...That's Airin!" He continued, then tried to contact Airin again. It is directly connected to the mail box. Airin's cell phone is dead!
"Yes to Boris!" Pekik mak Oneng's. The middle-aged woman was surprised to hear the granddaughter say the divine phrase so many times, and thoughtlessly half ran towards her room.
"Is it anu maot Ris? saha?! Neng Airin?!" He continued with a pale face towards the young man who was currently getting panicked.
"Astaghfirullah mom! Make Boris surprised..!" Screaming Boris while rubbing his chest, now his head also throbbed.
"Eta innallahi..neng Airin! the wooooo Boris?!" Mak Oneng replied, concluding for himself what he heard.
"What's Boris' tea phone? College babakuran?" Mak Oneng asked again, the woman stood right in front of Boris who was sitting in front of his bed and was still trying to get an answer to the boy's words before him.
"Our mother, this is again called again the same Boris" replied Boris, with a cellphone attached to his ear. Although he tried to repeat his call, but the same answer was heard again.
"The number you're going to is off"
"Anu maot mah moal can answer Boris, I'll have you tea!" (who has died will not be able to answer Boris, how do you tuh ) Again mak Oneng concluded for himself the answer he received.
"Astagfirullah, voice mail again..." Boris said increasingly worried, not realizing that the mother continued to make her own conclusions about the answers that came out of her mouth.
"The addition of deui anu maotna Boris? the Mail?" (more on the death of Boris? the Mail? ) mak Oneng was getting more panicked, this time the woman continued her speech by making a prayer for the dead.
"Sir..send a prayer for whom? Did someone die?" Boris asked, noticing the long prayer the grandmother had read before him.
"Har.apanan the phone and the Mail eta ceuk you were anu maot Boris!" Reply mak Oneng with an increasingly high tone, and the hands that landed on his slim waist were so upset.
"Astaghfirullah...!"
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"Mang Asep! We're going to Boris's house now! Mak Oneng died mang!" Peeking Airin, the girl did not even care about her mobile phone which was destroyed by freefall from the balcony of her room.
"Innallahi..." Asep spoke spontaneously and then ran to the kitchen. It just so happened that the driver was in the backyard of the Villa when Airin called his name, Asep mang just picked the mango fruit order Airin and intended to make juice for his small employer.
Without thinking, Airin grabbed a hanging jacket and changed his footwear with shoes nearby, then ran down the stairs to the garage where Asep was definitely waiting for him.
In the villa there were only the two of them, plus three people who took care of and guarded the building. Villa located on a hill with a view of the sea is a villa owned by the late Alda, and rarely they visit it. Usually they will gather in the villa when commemorating the birthday or when commemorating the day of the young man's death.
Mang Asep drove the car with a fairly high speed, his skill in riding the iron horse is indeed worth a thumbs up. It is fitting that the handsome young man of great stature gained the trust of his late great master to keep Airin all this time, because in addition to his expertise in driving, he was able to drive, he has also obtained black belt certificates from several martial sports have also received a fairly high education in the field of state security.
Meanwhile at Villa, shortly after the departure of Airin and Asep mang two handsome young men whose level of facial resemblance was almost 100% had just arrived. The gripping atmosphere had increased with the appearance of the two there.
"It's not because of Grandpa, I killed that brash creature!"
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Happy halu manteman
