
While waiting for Mr. Muji, Berlian invites Sri Ayu to familiarize themselves.
“Before I want to say what your name is, introduce my Name Diamond Arnoldi.” Shake hand.
“I'm Sri Ayu, Ayu only.” The low tone.
“Waw, your name is great.” But in reality Sri Ayu was a tomboy.
“Hmmmm,” just lower his head.
The two had a conversation that was dominated by diamonds. Undoubtedly the quiet attitude of Sri Ayu is difficult to lose. He only replied with a nod and deheman. Luckily Berlian quite understand the psychiatric condition of his new friend.
“Nduk?” Mr. Muji was enthusiastic to meet his daughter again.
“Ba-bapakkkkk...” draped the embrace on his father's neck.
Like a miracle that came from God, his daughter's mouth was no longer locked. The novelty of Mr. Muji was poured into his emotions.
“Pak, already.” Pinta Sri Ayu's.
“Hiks hiks hiks Hap Teraru Nduk.” Wiping his tears with his shirt sleeves.
“Sorry, if I may know what is really going on?” Diamonds cut the father and son scene.
They choose a place to eat together. Because the stomach of the village. Mr. Muji knows where a suitable place to dine together.
“Waw lastly!” Hysterical Diamond.
“Sorry miss, that's an order for the Father's Daughter. In Kampung we are used to eating our vegetables and produce. So my son has not been able to adapt to instant food.” Obviously Mr. Muji.
“That's cool sir, I'm bosen eating contemporary food. Unhealthy and oplosan; Waiter, I order food like that too yes!” Diamond is not wrong what to try out new food, or he really wants to keep the feelings of his new friend who is guilty of Kampung alone huh?
All the menus on the table are very interesting. In addition to its beautiful and varied colors. The smell has already pierced the nose.
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While lying down and listening to the broadcast of Radio, which stayed a little channel. The important thing is the content of the news and Dangdut only. The Jupri who fell on the roof of the laying chicken coop, looked up at the beautiful morning sky. Light blue and mounds of clouds like dried cotton flowers.
“Oh Ma'am Ayuuu... When you come home, I miss you. Missing half dead, dying dead I'm not hanging myself. I'm myself no one loves... Huooo huoooo yet allaah is lying... Heart woundaaaa huwoooo huwoooo.” Jurpi spoils lyrics and mixes up music genres. As good as his tongue.
Grempyang.”.Jupraiiii, why are you on the roof of the cage! Get off you, let's get down!”
Mr. Muji's wife angry check... Doi brought the lid of the pot and pan. Pitted against each other to get a rumbling sound. A moment of peace on the roof of the cage was disturbed, by the presence of Mak Nyungir.
“Hemmmbb, dear and virtuous reader. If you call the boys do not have to fight pots and pans yes. Just fishing rod use money what food. Have a mother employer kok no sane ckckkc.” Jupri.
Suiii... Plukkk!!! The wooden clog tendons were already floating, right on Jupri's face.
“Wasssssshhhhhh duuuhhh,”
Really hijak war right and part 1 nich, mother of his employer.
“Iyayaya iniloh to come down!” Jupri jumped off the roof.
The initial estimate he would land in a pile of sacks filled with feed. He landed wrong.
Bruckkk... Haduuuhhhh, gout bu Sri Kanthil wrong vein.
“Ups, sorry bu.” Jupri quickly stood up after overrunning Mr. Muji's wife.
“Ber-ener yes you Jup, your parents lindes-lindes. Haduuuuhhh, haduhhhh encokku.” Walking bending pain tingling.
“I help mom, her way.”
Kiiiieeeekkkk krutug, Jupri gagged Sri's body without knowledge.
“Adudududu... JUPRIYII.... Want to kill me!!!” the pain of Jupri.
The gird is getting sicker and the linen is amazing. Madam Sri who was able to walk slowly, now can not move anymore. How cruel the Jupri is, even if unintentionally. Jupri wanted to laugh with satisfaction, to be able to repay his mother's employer. Every day his hobby is angry and likes to comment negatively.