Circle of the Past

Ma ortu's acquaintance

Ma ortu's acquaintance

Today, sunday.haaaahft happy, can laze on the mattress all day after 2 days through many things tiring and draining tears at the campground. I don't want to remember - remember. Irul. . . well, irul like usual keep chatting guwe after from camp. without asking anything, he still be kind and considerate. Just to make me feel guilty, I just need to prepare a proper and mentally strong word in case one day I will discuss this with me.

The clock shows at 4 pm, I am still lazing in the room if my Sunday school holidays habits and hobbies are always alone in the room, read comics, read novels, sometimes doodle diaries. Who knows, in this way one day I will be like Kahlil gibran who has a lot of works.hih my imagination is getting everywhere.

"Assalamualaikum. .. excuse me. . ." I heard the greetings from the front door. I ignored it because my mother had approached her I thought my father's guest might, ah already. I continued reading the comics, then. . .

Tok tok. . . The sound of knocking on my bedroom door was a bit of a fuss. Aaaarght sure mom will tell me to make tea/coffee thought I.

"honey, come out first. There's your friend, he said there's something important" mother's voice made me wonder. Who??? whose friend??? after I my friends no one knows my home address except ida anyway. yes it is cousinaaaaaaaan 😏

"honey. . . hurry out, get this friend of yours" mother's voice still yelled at me.

"yes ma'am yes, chella keluaaaar" I hurriedly tied my shoulder-length ponytail.

I saw a smiling mother staring at me, I raised an eyebrow. . .

"Why ma'am??? who's my friend???" ask me.

"Surely it's a friend, it seems like one of them is not deh or even both hihihi" my mother still giggled to close her mouth laughing.

I walked towards the porch, with my home-style makeshift clothes, knee-length cloth pants and a little loose-fitting short t-shirt.

Deg. . . !!!

Owh My God, I rubbed my eyes many times after what I saw while standing at the door.

You know. . jojo and irul were smiling broadly to welcome me. Oh my god. . This is a nightmare in the afternoon, my friend. This is the first time there is a guy playing at my house. jagaaaah get ready to dread the nagging mother later.

"Hi. . ." greet them together.

"happaiiiin you are here. .. don't say anymore" I whispered slowly.

"my sweety, don't be angry huh. don't be angry ma jojo too, guwe who maksa him to your house" replied irul with a soft whisper.

"eeeh is not cool, this is guwe who took the initiative ngajakin irul to the house elu chel. endless, he nih from the morning blind has been mengubekkin guwe room with many reasons and whine ask to meet you. even though tomorrow can, today guwe even though there is a promise nemenin niece guwe play ball" with jojo chatter continues while pouting

I haven't asked from where I know my home address, my mother has come out with 2 glasses of warm drinks and some snacks.

"gapapa aunt, we just want to know Chella's home address, I'm jojo" replied Jojo firmly and smilingly glanced at Irul and kissed the mother's hand.

"Yes, aunt gapapa. sorry to disturb, just want to see the state of Chella kok, I'm irul" added irul gently polite and then after kissing the hands of the mother.

"ooowh, chella gapapa. . . . he's been allergic to cold since elementary school age, thank you guys for worrying and caring" replied the mother with a smile my smile her lyrics are sharp and manyun.

"yes aunty, we khawatiiiiirrrrr once. actually can be by phone or chat anyway, but. . ." jojo answered with a smile while glancing at Irul. I glared at the jojo with a gnash of teeth, watch out for you jo guwe expire you tomorrow at school.

"oh. . So that's it, hihi yaudah. . You guys just continue to chat, just relax, consider your own home" mom left us and put me in my chin. Jap. . . mother. . . aaaaaaaarght. . .

"chel, you're not angry, are you??? you're okay, right? really???" ask irul to worry.

"Yeah, iyyaaaa. . guwe gapapa. is fine, just a bit pegel-peegel anyway" I answered lazily.

Suddenly father came to us on the porch, hadduwh what else this. tuhaaaan do not let father get angryin their god plissss. . .

"hello, I'm Chella's father, thank you for caring and playing here"

so what??? you even know yourself??? hello. . . wah this crazyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, I looked down massaging my nose stem to resist embarrassment.

"Father om, we are happy to be accepted to play and meet chella" they replied and kissed the father's hand alternately.

"oh yeah, where's that name??? hehe" asked the father with a chuckle.

Yes jedder.. .. . !!! Aaaaarrrrrrtrght what??? oh ibuuu .. turn get along ma dad gini yes, you guys. jeez shame dakuuu. . .

"sssh. . . I om" irul brandished his hand with gerogi. Sontak jojo laughed restrainedly,

"ooh, sweet .. . handsome. polite again, well if this must be named jono ya" while pointing at the face of jojo. I want to wet the laughter, naho,

"JOJO OM, JOO+JO. Not Jono om, akh om mah pinter joking.wah chella nurun talent of om sure" then we laugh together.

Who would have thought friends, the feeling of irul increasingly makes her desperate to find me home to meet my parents.Thankfully, they are welcome to jojo and irul.

hahahaft. . .