DERRIS

JUST SO YOU'RE COMFORTABLE

“Duh Nduk's.. Nduks... Just dapet 5 KM already KO anyway, gini kok ideals want to go to Jakarta. Angon kebo aja yes Nduk, bapam do not have the heart if little you drunk travel.”

Mr. Muji patted Sri Ayu's stoned nape. While Derris is still cool playing games to launch his skills ahead of the Tournament in London.

“Mas, already big ko mainin Hape mulu. Don't have a girlfriend, do you? It's a shame you're so cute you don't have a girl.” The driver of Prapto Cengengesan stood beside Derris.

“Ck... Belagu ah.” Derris did not budge from his eyes from the mobile phone screen.

While there is a smooth Internet, Derris is eager to play games & rechargeable batteries.

“Hooooookkk ah,” Sri Ayu is already letoy in her misery.

Pity very well the eldest daughter of Mr. Muji is masculine. Want to take the CPNS test aja kayak fight to defeat the Fire Avatar.

“Loloh how do you sit in the driver's seat, why can you use the Sultan's car?”

“Daritadi ugal-ugalan nyopirnya, ngawur. Make my son vomit all his stomach contents. Better Mas Derris aja who drove.” Mr. Muji growled.

“Ya ndag could be, okay look he is more handsome. He is from a primitive village. Where can he drive a sedan car like this.” Nyender in the cab of the junk car.

Brumm... Brummmm Derris is blowing off the exhaust of the sedan that he said Sultan had. Klutak, the right rearview mirror fell due to the shock from the vibration of the car engine.

“Hahahaha haaaaiiii dislodged his rearview nie, Sultan's car what's the puzzle? In geber dikit fall out like grandmothers who married same virgin.” Kekeh mr. Muji.

“Oduhhhhh if you know Wan Abu Latup can be cut this dear salary who is in arrears 3x Lebaran same Umi.” The driver scavenged the car's rearview mirror over the asphalt of the road.

“Buruan ride sir, let cepet tib In Jakarta.” Derris head shook his head max so that Mr. Muji rushed who carried Sri Ayu.

“Nduk, for your own good too. Sit on the hood of the car. Sarung in Jupri make handle okay!”

Pak Muji what fell Sri Ayu on the hood of the car. Of course the alesannya because Sri Ayu can not stand the smell of AC car. Than drunk all the way through. It is better to be dealt with in a slightly silly and disgusting way. Sri Ayu does not want another vehicle.

Sri Ayu with Mr. Muji sitting on the hood of the car. With ease they enjoy the journey from morning until the hot afternoon. After being hot, his ass was roasted. Then Mr. Muji moved in the car. And Sri Dewi selonjoran in the trunk behind the car. It was at that backalang that Sri Ayu could sleep quietly. This impassable forest area has a smooth road accent no minus kayak jidatnga mas Vitamin A (uhukkk-uhuuk).

“I can drive because I saw his daughter Mr. Muji angon kebo kok,” Derris replied from menggejeplak aja.

“Wah great, whereas kan kebo it no gear and gas brake. Was it a lie?” pointing at Derris's face.

“Kan steering the kebonya from his horn Sir. Try playing the same kebo. Fad so fit riding kebonya, proof I smoothly hold this car.” Derris becomes more and more when the driver.

“La you yourself this, so the driver carelessly there is a hole in the lunge have you never taken the test make SIM?”

With his face folded into the ketek, the driver was a bit embarrassed to admit it. Originally I was not a luxury car driver, sir, I was actually a Bajaj driver. If there is a debt, I just sell the Bajajnya. And fad about working at Wan Abu Latup House that is hehehe.”

“Owalah really, sontoloyo really you disgrace the nyopirnya.” Mr. Muji touched the head of the driver sitting next to Derris.

“Lagak perlente but kere aja sok ngatain I.” Added the derris that is lurking.

With the right skills and techniques, Derris has succeeded in bringing the group into the Cikampek Toll Road. Because Sri Ayu already feels cold behind alone. Mr. Muji entered his daughter sitting in the back seat.

“The window is open yes Nduk so you can ngangem seger.” Glass car.

Ngukkc... Ngukk... Sri Ayu nodded. No sound at all, his face was still pacat, his acne-prone skin was shiny. Not because of the skin glow effect. More precisely, hahaha. Derris who's hungry isn't playing, turn at a restaurant. It's not messing with the order Derris asked for. Until the table was full of dishes. From here the nature of wisdom Kampung Sukamager carried up the City by Sri Ayu. He ate while nyekel and sat cross-legged on the floor. The seat is a table, he put his iced tea. Mr. Muji who has never brought his children to a city like Jakarta can only massage his rebonding mustache. When Sri Ayu's dinner plate runs out. There was an unexpected scene.

Clunting, clunting... People who pass through the sliweran donate change or paper. They think that Sri Ayu is an abandoned person, who is looking for additional funds to live hahahaha.

Because he basically likes money, Sri Ayu ya enjoy-enjoy aja dapet money saweran. Who is ashamed to want to oppas, Mr. Muji, has children who have totality range.

“Originally what girl is a guy sir?” the Prapto driver checked Sri Ayu's face by looking at her up close.

Offended by the words of the driver who has designed his son. Mr. Muji gave the code and spoke telepathically with Derris.

Brey, we just stay a driver who came from his mouth (guman pak Muji)

Yongkru my bro we pretend there is no money to pay for this food, he made a guarantee. If we want to take back the money at the ATM (reply Derris).