DERRIS

DEPRECIATING

“Pak, I say go yes.” Kissing Satpam's hand while holding a glove bag made in Jupri.

“Mbak Ayu want to wander in the eyes?”

“I want to go to work Sir, there is only this Mr.”

“But mbak Ayu is not yet a strawberry bath, cook the work of gini seeps. Kan Abdi The country is a reflection of the community.”

“I represent the people of Sukamager Pak, who rarely shower and ogah ribet with trivial affairs.”

Nyerah already wise advice ala-a mother brought a club, who chased her son to take a bath.

“When the keong comes here, what do you answer?”

“Oh the Agus, later I will report it directly Sir. Bye, mr..” A mediocre farewell without tears. It was as if Sri Ayu would come back again, lighting up Lucas' house.

From the balcony of his room, Madam Deposit grinned.

“Alien Basics!!” laughing at the sarong that became a slempang bag of village children.

His mother Lucas felt victorious because he managed to drive Sri Ayu from his home residence.

“Hah, where are my hokiku fish???”

At first Madam thought her house had only lost the Alien to Sukamager. But he lost a fish in the pond. And the Love Bird bird cage is empty. Replacing the domesticated chicken and duck.

“APAAA WHERE ARE THE COLLECTION OF KUUUUUUUUU BIRDS!!!” Shouted loudly Madam, breaking his eardrum Pak Satpam who filled the pool water.

The pond that the artificial lake thought to be a place where Sri Ayu watered the entire plant, mopping, glass and hygiene needs.

“Helehhh, just a bird that escaped. Her son who has one bird has been changing nests.” Cibir Satpam who is nervous has not been paid.

The trooonggg trontong tong... A month of smoke coming out of the exhaust Vespa Agus billowed. Like the fumigation of the gushing mosquito.

“Uhukkk... Uhukkk Mr. Satpam shook his hand.

“Hehehe sorry Mr. Sat, has not changed the oil so like to be brutal if you insist. By the way Ayu is not ready yet, just stopped by Pertamini.” Combing her hair after wearing a bogo helmet.

“Mbak Ayu has left in the morning, tomorrow mas Agus does not need to come here again.”

“Loh heh how can I? Did you go to the apartment?”

Agus assumed Sri Sultan Ayu Diningrat his friend was a resident. Whereas from last night Ayu slept in a sedan car owned by Prapto. Luckily, the car was still parked. Luckily Ayu is the type of person who easily sleeps, in an unusual place. In the village and chicken coop he sleeps in a potluck. Jog car owned by Prapto is still a catagory worthy of diencotin tired body. Assisted by the security guard who turned on opened a little window gap. Because Sri Ayu can not stand to sleep using AC. It fits perfectly with natural air. And mosquito bites become its own keasikan. When managed to pull a mosquito whose stomach is fat sucking blood. Well this scene is the most epic for the mosquito to death koit.

The lives of people from the village are very difficult. Especially when faced with a situation that requires being independent.

“Yuk, you move to Apartment don't tell me.” Agus' speech made the eyes of colleagues who heard the snorting.

“Sstttt..”

Agus was herded in the barn, and kicked at his feet.

“Atawwwww..” Treading salat one foot.

“I've been out of that house. And what apartment are you maxing out for, huh? “

“You will be rich Raya, son of the sultan who might sleep in a wreckage car in front of your fence is hahahah.”

“Indeed it wasn't my house, and it's true I slept in that junkyard, look at these mosquito bite marks! “ Sri Ayu folds her arms and shows off the red spots of mosquito straws.