DERRIS

THE FORGOTTEN CHILD

“Ih... Mr. Muji is naughty, feed Derris this. What are the offal, intestines, salary and this is what try a mascara brush (lifter). “

“Resek ni child start!” Derris who eats becomes annoyed with Lucas's nyinyir comments.

“Nih sissy novice pretentious anyway, cluuppp.” Supplying duck meat with delicious seasoning.

“Ummmmbbb feels like you want Derr shampoo..” Lucas's eye brushes a climactic kayak.

The three started royokan last piece of processed food pak Muji.

“Argghhhhhhh..kenyang.” pak Muji gave up on his third round.

“It turns out that free eating is delicious yes, calm mind, happy heart and full stomach.” Rubbing her distended stomach filled with food.

“Enya do not need to diet-diet everything. Eat kayak kebo ajah!” scold Derris to Lucas who is still rubbing his stomach.

From there the three of them were orgies until the end of the night. When he was about to sleep, Mr. Muji seemed to be looking for something. Looks restless and pacing confusion.

“From what the hell again sir, let's go to sleep. It's 11pm tonight hoaaam.”

“Mas I feel like someone hasn't met yet. What is it, I seem to have forgotten it. But I've checked everything is complete.”

Think of having a thought until repeated again. Ah what yes it is, what might forget to bring ID. The Si Prapto driver was a guarantee at the restaurant. But what yes...

“Yawdah hope soon to see ya sir, I sleep first. You see my flight schedule was submitted.” Derris closed the guest room door.

The search for Mr. Muji arrived in the kitchen, it turns out there was Lucas who cut cucumber fruit. To be his face mask. Because the stock is a lot of yanh brought from the village. So Lucas made some byan from cucumber as well. Like rujak, juice, water mask and pass cucumber.

“This cucumber is really good yes sir, the land must be fertile.” Praise Lucas.

“Pak Muji any livestock for compost?”

“There is chicken, cow, goat and kebo. But, the youngest father's most hobby piara kebo, every day angon kebo in savanna.”

Eng ing - eng... Mr. Muji beru inget Sri Ayu when discussing kebo.

“Waduhh... My child!!!” hysterics call their son.

“Apaan sir?” kan daritadi came with Derris right.” Lucas didn't say that Mr. Muji brought a child.

Pak Muji club looking for where Sri Ayu. Around the house and the garden bushes of Lucas' house were not found either. Then the security guard came in annoyed.

“Basic gemblung, if bring a car can not enter. Even make a tent on the hood of the car.” The one that was forced was past Sri Ayu.

Hurry Mr. Muji out and taraaa... On top of the sedan car owned by Prapto it has changed the emergency tent.

Bangs.. Bangs... The car cabin was shaken by Mr. Muji. Sri Ayu's exit from the tent he made on the cabin. Using only the sheet of sarong belonging to Jupri that became a tent cubicle, he took shelter from the hot and cold air. It turned out that he was sleeping, after a day he was starving. There are still charcoal coals, the rest of the cassava. His stomach was only a few pieces of cassava. Have not met rice, it is also said not to eat alias full.

“Ampun Nduk, sorry father to forget the purpose of Mr. here nganterin you. Even Mr. telantarin you,” holds both cheeks Sri Ayu cold.

The dramatic scene was seen by Lucas and Derris.

“Pfftt... It's a Millennial year but Colossal speed.” Lucas said to Derris who was still rubbing his eyeballs drowsiness.

“It's normal to be there.” Derris auto breezes in again. The sleepiness is no longer tolerable.

“Wah the idea is creative once yes, rarely you have a camper on the hood of the car.” Lucas is obsessed with the youngest creative idea, Mr. Muji.