DERRIS

13. MR. MUJI STAY ASIK

√ ADVANCED,

“Yeaaayyy, strike wins ayeyeyeye,” Pak Muji unbutton his shirt and flick around like Doraemon's bamboo propeller.

“Pak, play once again yuk.” Pinta welcomes the prison warden whose face is full of scribbles markers.

“Ogah ah, the stakes are not cool Just doodled. Replace dong to be more greget gitu muehehehehe.” Mr. Muji is selling expensively.

“Yuk lah sir, play one blow only. Cook my face glowing shining shimmering splendid already cake like Africa.” The warden scuffed through the HP China screen.

“But gini, agree first is it not the same to raise the stakes?” Mr. Muji blinked his scintillating face.

Tuing, tuing, tuing kling... Mister Muji's wink eggalahin Boneng tongos' teeth.

“Have a skillful markudil deal, yuk.” Salaman sign agreed whatever the stakes.

“ Well gini dong, do om Muji so seneng aih.” Mengcoel cheeks prison warden with kemayu style brother-branch selling vegetables.

“Aih, I still normalah lak sir, no need noel cheeks menur my bakpao. I am also still excited..”.

“Doyan's widow,” cut off Mr. Muji, when the Warden was caught glancing at the bohay widow who was hit by the Arisan On line fraud case.

Illustration of mr. Muji.



“Pssssttttt his mouth in conditioned sir, danger sir if atrocity with another.” With half squatting the Warden tightly closed the mouth of Mr. Muji who skinned him out.

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“HUUUAAAAAAAA HUWAAAAAAA,” this time even more excited expression.

Mr. Muji flicked his shirt again with a circle full of joy. The Warden can only pick up the former chaos of chess games. Really unlucky the fate of the Warden this time, it has been cleared lost to a Household Assistant.

“That's sir, this is no money 250 Dollar take all.” Offering a dollar bill from the wallet.

“Gak lah, I keep Love Rupiah. Simpen aja your money, the chili seller also will not want to be paid using so. There is even thought to be Monopoly toy money. Change the same with others.” Mr. Muji denied the money sheet that was proffered to him.

“Selamet my money,” the Warden sighed in length.

“Out two boys from inside the cell, you Captain you are already their toys.”

“Hwidiiihhh,” when the prison warden shocked the three noisy and gelut men in the cell fell asleep.

They were exhausted already fighting fiercely. The police captain who became an impromptu referee was the target of both parties who were fighting for STM's child-style Tawuran art skills.

“Brother Derris and brother Lucas are declared parole. With a note in exchange for your punishment every time you miss here. Mandatory to assist community activities, which will be monitored directly by the police. This sentence is valid for 2 weeks. A fine of 10 sacks of rice, which you will share with you Dhuafa, orphans, young widows and poor people whose income. Commonly used for buying his son's data package, play games on line.” Such is the verdict of the prison warden.

Mr. Muji the mangosteen from behind the cell warden. And listen to the verdict of the punishment that will be lived by the two young men half-conscious. The exhausted Police Captain injured the two of them, already helpless. Derris and Lucas finally get out of the cell.

“Hadooohh... Hadoooohhh, a less-than-asem boy, getting hurt instead of getting along. Even make a riot, revoke their punishment, can add runyam again. But a fine of 10 sacks of rice add 1 boxs of instant noodles. Their car is classified as expensive, delicious if rice dendanta aja.” The orders of the Police Captain who staggered on papah.

“Each captain,” The prison warden gives his respect.

Then Mr. Muji also followed the military-style salute. Derris and Lucas saluted him again. As a result, the Police Captain lost his balance hahahaha.