Design: A Buana

Eps 3's

Mas Raksa smiled broadly, "why not, Tan?"

I slightly smiled in relief, before he continued his words,

"Why not refuse, while you can refuse."

Asem coke!

Want me to swallow it feels this one guy, what the fuck he dares to mock me like that. My face this time is very sour, I don't like this kind of situation.

"Haha." Suddenly everyone laughed crisply, only I stared intently at Mas Raksa. So did he, still with a look towards me. But this time I did not sympathize with her, I displayed a cynical look.

Mas Raksa kept staring at me and as if to say, sorry.

I threw my face the other way, ignoring his gaze. Who would he dare to bully me like that?

"You are, Shelf."

"Joking Ae, you don't baper." Ms. Humeera seemed to be aware of the look on my face, but to not aggravate the mood I said, "Not bad, my taste is not her either."

I loudly said that, many men like him who always chase me. But he's not my taste. I prefer cute, cute, chubby men. Ugh, what is more important is not the eyes of the basket or the crocodile.

"Lo style. Minjem cave flash." Surprised, still Ma'am Caeera remembers the problem of flash. I don't want to give up that thing, let alone be taken in by a very annoying stranger.

"Not bring it."

"Lied."

"Right, Ma'am."

"Certainly why did you use all thought, did not immediately answer? And why lo-e-hats"

"Yes, yes." I always forget that Caeera's mother is like a psychic in the form of an angel. I don't think I'll be able to lie to him. I don't want to have to give you that thing, even if I'm not sincere. I reached into the thing that was inside the little black bag that I always carried.

"Now, flash!" I put a little rough white stuff on the glass table, damn your fate, son. I saw quickly Ma'am Caeera took it and immediately handed it to Mas Raksa.

"Well, what time will the cave take tomorrow?" As a result my flash is in the hands of strangers, oh no!

"Later to the cabarin cave again, yeah."

Hus! Finally Mas Raksa left the living room after saying goodbye to Mamah and Aunt Edrea. Before that, he looked back at me with a small smile, until now I did not understand the meaning of his gaze and smile. Like I've seen it closely, but where? Or maybe something is wrong with my appearance?

We returned to chatting coolly, even though sometimes busy with each other's phones. There are also times when we watch television shows that make some emotional mothers, as well as Mamah and Aunt Edrea. Although still quite beautiful and young, the taste of television show Aunt Edrea is the same as Mamah. Haha.

I really enjoyed the atmosphere like this, before returning to Jogja doing the routine as usual. I who had graduated from Primary School was immediately released by Mamah to migrate to Jogja, actually Mamah had enough reasons why I was wandering, yes because there was Grandma who always took care of me.

Now that I am fifteen years old or have just graduated from First High School, the age where my two brothers are also forced to migrate by Mamah to different areas. Honestly I want to continue High School in Jakarta, but before permission to Mamah I already know the answer. So, mendingan not need.

Mamah always educated us hard, like grandma used to be. The reason is stronger when Mamah must be a single parent, Mamah requires us to be independent, brave, and strong to live life. Because, Mamah knew this world was very harsh and unfriendly.

At seven o'clock in the night, Aunt Edrea's son greeted us. Mas Damar's. Seeing her enter the living room, I immediately rushed to hug her.

"Mas Damar!"

"Hello my little angle." Don't be surprised, I'm with Mas Damar very familiar. Remember my story about Aunt Edrea wanting to raise me as a child? Damar agreed very much on that. Although when I was a child he was always nosy to me, but when the one who always protected me from his mess went away, Mas Damar took his place.

"Kangen." My God, this is a little bit more. But when I first wandered to Jogja, I felt like I always needed his protection.

Aware of my freedom, especially now that I am growing up, I take off my arms from Mas Damar's body.

"Ups, don't be kangen. Weks." I said a little while sticking out my tongue.

"Well why, hm?" Mas Damar wanted to stroke my hair, but I had treated it first.

"No! Mas Damar look, I'm an adult. So, don't want that." I stretched my hand while tilting my body to the right and to the left.

"Whatever adult you are, always consider it a child." Finally, Mas Damar's hand quickly grabbed my head.

"Well, if you don't miss it. Damar who misses you." I was back in Mas Damar's arms.

"Deliver, Mas. Ish, stink, haven't had a bath." My ejek so that Mas Damar would take off his embrace. Actually it's just an excuse, there's not the slightest smell from my cousin. Actually I should call Mas Damar as a younger brother, because Mamah is older than Aunt Edrea. But due to the considerable age difference, his race did not allow to call Brother.

"Don't smell, smell gini really. Bun, Auntie, Ma'am, Cae, I take a bath."

Finally Mas Damar came into his room to take a bath, I sat back on the sofa to join the beautiful women. We chatted until we forgot the time, the two men had no one to bring up the nose anymore. Ordinary, men rarely want to gather with women who end-end will be tempting. Good, I was also lazy to meet Mas Raksa again, hopefully last.

"Good eleven o'clock!" Ribut Mamah while looking at the Daniel Wellington watch she was wearing. I who was initially busy playing games immediately lost horribly. While Mbak Caeera who from earlier fell asleep on the sofa and just wanted to close his eyes immediately literate anti-drowsiness club.

"I'll order another online motorcycle, Mah."

"Eh, it's night. Do not ride the online taxi. Will Caeera ride her own bike?" Prevent Aunt Edrea, she's a little worried about us being all women and even more so Caeera's mom riding her own bike.

"My car if you want to be delivered here can not yet, Tan. Still in service."

"You were delivered by Damar and Raksa? So that Caeera's under control."

Before asking for approval from us, Aunt Edrea immediately called the child and-either Mas Raksa was ready Aunty.

"The room! The mercury! Come, boy!"

With this I thought, surely Mamah wants to be hugged by Mbak Caeera, and Mbak---

"I'm with Damar." Humeera's whisper made me stop thinking. Uh, what was that? She wants to be the same Mas Damar? Keep me?

"Can't do it, Ma'am. Same sister has to give up." My murmuring came back, I displayed a face of light. This time I really did. I don't want to be with Mas Raksa.

"The concept of where it is, that there is a sister must be the same as her mother."

I'm kicep.

All I leave to the one above. May I survive to the destination. If you know gini, mending ride the ojek online only, let me accompany Ms. Caeera. But it was too late, the two mas-mas were already standing before us.

"What's up, Bun?" Mas Damar asked what they were called, while Mas Raksa-he was why? Is there something wrong with me? My looks?

"You two take the Mother Goddess and her children home!" The orders of Aunt Edrea, Mas Raksa who originally looked at me. Now face Aunt Edrea and say, "Ready, Tan."

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We're already in front of Aunt Edrea's gate. Where Mamah has rode the Caeera Mbak motorbike, as well as Mbak Humeera he has also been hanging on the Mas Damar motorbike. Then me? Still standing next to Aunt Edrea, akh so lazy to go home.

"Tomorrow you're here again huh, Ae. Aunt is still very upset with you." Aunt Edrea held both of my shoulders. I smiled sweetly, actually not having the heart with Aunt Edrea, she really wanted a daughter. But the content has been lifted so there is no way to realize it.

"Yeah, Tan. Tomorrow I'm here again take the flash. Now I'm going home, Tan." I immediately kissed Aunt Edrea's hand, she hugged me briefly.

"Okay, you guys be careful with the bike. Congratulations to the destination. Aunt up again, there's still work." Said Aunt Edrea, the career woman who inspired me.

Before moving on, Aunt Edrea had waved to us. Ma'am Caeera and Mas Damar immediately pulled their motor gas, while I? Still standing next to Mas Raksa's motorbike. I'm lazy to ride, mending ojek message online only.

"Let's go up." Say it while thrusting a pink-colored helmet? Haha. I can only hold back the laughter, right now the story is again the same bete this stranger.

I didn't accept the helmet, "Just to be honest, is there something wrong with the appearance of the cave?" I ventured to ask, because I always feel uncomfortable when viewed by excessive people.

Mas Raksa put the pink helmet back on top of his motor tank, "why do you ask me that, hm?"

He's still unconscious? "From the cave of attention, Mas ngeliatin cave continues." Well, it's me-pd-an no?

"Big head." No, I was embarrassed.

"Ch," I'm whining, songong really is this om-om.

"You're still mad about that? I'm just kidding."

Which problem? Oh, the one he rejected me?

"No, different story."

"Let's go up, do you want to be alone with me on nights like this?" Whats? That slander, it's delicious.

"Big head." My muttering.

"Gua wants to order ajek online only, Mas. Don't trust strangers like you."

"Keep in your opinion, I'm stranger than an online object? Come on up, this is the mandate of Aunt Edrea."

My alibi lost, actually I was also afraid of the nights riding online. True said Mas Raksa, online ojek more foreign than him. But still, I'm actually lazy one bike with him. Great sok, and-so-jutek.

Finally I took the pink helmet, put it on and tried to climb on the big bike without holding onto Mas Raksa, the prestige of the guy.

With great difficulty I finally managed to hang on the bike. Yap Aeera, just sit still later until the destination.

"Hand." Whahuh? Woe.

I keep on being so cool with my stance. Choosing to hold the iron of the back of the motor. Honestly, actually I'm afraid of falling let alone this bike is high. Boned Mbak Caeera with a motor matic course I always hold tight.

"Handle, Ae. If you fall, I'll regret it too." Eit, what does that mean?

"I mean lo-" When I asked and leaned slightly towards him, Mas Raksa immediately pulled his gas moto quite hard. I was shocked and immediately grabbed her waist.

"Lo crazy!" Snapped me while slightly hitting his back using his right hand when the bike was running at normal speed, even very slowly.

"The head of the stone."

I keep her waist, you know? This is actually a very embarrassing story. At that time I was five years old, Ma'am Caeera was very fond of riding a bike and I was the one who was piggybacked. The first time I had her, I sat in the back seat holding nothing. Without caeera's cue poking pedal bike, as a result I was shocked and fell backwards. Ugh, what a shame. Madam Caeera instead of directly helping me, she laughed out loud. When I cried he was just trying to see my situation. Fortunately there is Mas-it is enough until here the story, do not continue, just the same touching old wounds.

Therefore now I choose to keep hold of Mas Raksa's waist, because I do not want it to happen again. Besides being sick, his shame was loh.

"What's your age, Ae?"

"Fifteen."

"That means we haven't seen each other in five years? Pretty long too, now I'm twenty-two." Have we ever met before? When's? Whereabouts? Is he just joking around to prank me again?

"Gua is not, Mom."

"But five years you haven't changed, still look like a child."

I hit him on the back again, it's nice he said little boy. I'm an adult now, the proof is that I'm menstruating. Some of my friends also say my face is more mature than my age, why did Mas Raksa say that? Ngaco.

Bugh! "Honey alone, the cave added cutep gini spelled out a little boy."

"I'm not saying you're ugly, but you're still small in my eyes."

"Well, you're old, so definitely look at the cave kayak adek lo."

"I don't want to have a sister like you,"

"What?!" I slightly raised the volume of the sound and leaned my face towards Mas Raksa's helmet. Actually I heard what he said, but the feelings may be misheard because the sound of the bike is very disturbing.

"I don't want a sister like you! Want-"

"Feel cool lo? The cave also does not want to have Mas nyebelin kayak lo." I cut him off while slightly pushing his field body forward. Who wants to be his sister? Ewh.

"Haha." Stress, huh? Instead of being angry because I pushed, he laughed. He's a little distracted, is he mentally?

"Stress you?" There was no sound from him other than his light laughter.

"Mas, tomorrow-tomorrow don't look at the kayak cave again yes."

"Why?"

Believe me, we talked while slightly shouting so that his voice sounded to each other. Sometimes my ears wear a helmet.

"The cave is tough."

"Related you? Don't miss my look, yeah."

I'm goosebumps disco, not out of fear of events. But amused to hear his words, ewh.

"Big head." I looked at the streets so gelinya with the words he had earlier and realized that from earlier he was riding a motorcycle very slowly, so it did not come to the destination.

"Quick a little, Mas. It's cold tonight." Actually not too cold anyway, it just feels so stiff both equally strangers. I kept seeing that the streets were deserted, and there was no one besides us. Slightly afraid there begal suddenly, not funny, two weeks vacation eh even kebegal.

Not waiting for a long time after I said, Mas Raksa motorbike immediately rolled at a slightly fast speed. I was holding her waist tight, because she was afraid of irritation.

After an hour and a half we passed through a dark and deserted highway, we finally reached the complex area of my house. I'm a little relieved because I'm soon separated from my parents like Mas Raksa. Did she say she didn't want to have a sister like me, she thought I wanted to be her sister? Woe.

During the trip, I was a little tighter holding Mas Raksa's waist, I think it is enough to make my hands that are not covered with a jacket a little warm because of the jacket. Oh yes, we were before the way home borrow the jacket Aunt Edrea first.

"Color fence-"

"Brown right?" Well, how did he know? Has he been playing at my house a lot?

Before long Mas Raksa's big dark brown motor arrived in front of the fence of my house, I rushed down without holding on to him. I almost slipped, but my balance was pretty good.

"Slow down, you can hold on to me too." Was he a little worried about me for almost falling over?

"Let's go geer again." I don't care about her worries, I survived anyway. The pink helmet I wore was handed over to Mas Raksa, for the rest of my life this time I used something pink.

"This, Mas. Thanks a lot, yeah." Raksa took the helmet while smiling.

"Oh, one more, Mas. Order your helmet." As much as possible I hold back the laughter.

"Why with this helmet?" Mas Raska lifted the helmet and glimpsed at it, making me fail to hold back a laugh.

"Pffft, HAHAHA! No papa, just this once see om-om like pink ngejreng." My words aren't outrageous, are they? I saw Mas Raksa slightly staring at me confused and astonished. Oh, uh. I was wrong here.

"Ehem. Sorry, I didn't mean. Yeah, yeah-maybe this has your girlfriend? The helmet is good, the proof is that the cave head survived to its destination." I searched for an alibi to improve the atmosphere, while showing one thumb of the right hand and winking my right eye at a glance.

Mas Raksa did not answer my alibi, only the look on his face had changed better. Huft, relief.

"OK on, Mas. The cave went inside first huh, once again thanks." I said a little stiff. Seeing no response from Mas Raksa, I immediately stepped foot into the area of the house. Yes for what is there if the person being talked to is not bullying.

I may have mispronounced it, but that's just my opinion. I explained everything, even if I lied. But it's for a better atmosphere.

I stepped foot onto the porch of the house with a little over-thinking about the change in the look on Mas Raksa's face, while occasionally hitting my small mouth. Until finally shocked by the embrace of a hand on my shoulder.

"Gee!" Surprised and astonished, why was Mas Raksa suddenly here? And his face was as it was.

"It's a big deal to leave me alone, it's a matter of saying come in, have some tea."

"The guru doesn't like pleasantries." I said while trying to lower his hand off my shoulder, but-argh was really heavy!

"And one more thing, the cave doesn't like sassy guys. Get off your hands!" My bluff while glancing sharply at his hands and face in turn. We just got to know, even I still consider him a stranger. But look, how dare he hold my body. In that case, how is he treating with a person who has long been known? Hih.

"Oh sorry, I think this is in return because you held my waist for a long time."

He is kegeeran. Who wants to take a chance? I held her waist for fear of falling, and again she told me to.

"Strimmed circumstances. Not tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Because tomorrow and until any time we will not be boning anymore. We won't be together again like that." I stepped back to the terrace of the house, Mas Raksa followed the rhythm of my footsteps.

"Related you?" I just nodded.

"If I want us to keep going, how?" I didn't respond.

"If I want you to hold my waist how?" I stopped my steps back. Looking towards him a little cynical.

"Then, if I want you'll miss me one day, what?"

"Who are you? God?" Akh, I slipped on you. It's a habit of talking everyday if the same grandmother or at school. By the way lo-gua only to a certain person like this Mas Raksa, a stranger.

"I? Mercury." He answered while displaying a grin that I thought was not handsome but more like a horse.

I also returned his grin but was very forced, and set foot into the house. Where the others were already sitting in the living room, including Mas Damar.

Shortly after I came, Mas Raksa was already standing next to me. Mamah who saw us coming immediately wanted to interrogate. We are now the main spectacle.

"Hey, it's been a long time. Almost an hour and a half, anywhere?" Mom sounded a little worried while tapping her watch.

"Eum. It was two-"

"Mas Raksa's motorcycle leaking, so we have to wait a little while in the workshop." I had to cut off Mas Raksa's words, even though I knew it was disrespectful. But I don't want Mas Raksa to give a no-no answer.

"Ban your motor isn't tubles, Sa?" This time Mas Damar began to suspect, I glanced slightly at Mas Raksa. He seemed to be holding a laugh towards me, instructing me to answer Mas Damar's question. It seems like he wants to laugh because I'm looking for an unreasonable reason.

"Dam,"

"So like all the way there is also no tire patch that is open, deh." Why did Humeera pull over my alibi anyway? I was getting confused and feeling cornered, while the suspect was the other one even seemed to have no intention of helping in the slightest.

"Eum it," I was nervous and didn't know what to answer.

"That's it, the important thing is that they survived." Exhaling a sigh of relief after Mbak Caeera said that sentence. I'm sure Ms. Caeera must know exactly that I lied and was confused again, so she wanted to end this trial.

"Well, do you want to go home or stay here?" Finally Mamah did not continue her interrogation, fortunately. All this because of the cool foreign om-om.

"We'll just go home, Tan." Mas Damar.

"Dam, tomorrow don't forget to pick up Ae at three in the afternoon. The grottoes are in the gavel class at the hour, so you pick him up and let the cave go straight to your house." Ma'am Caeera said to Mas Damar. Actually I was a little lazy to go to Aunt Edrea's house, yes because I was lazy to meet Mas Raksa. I was the most excited to play there.

"If I don't come, can't I?"

"You promised Aunt Edrea." I slightly stepped on Mas Raksa's shoes after he spoke of this. I knew my drive would not feel anything, for he was wearing mountain boots that were too thick to be forgiven. But, what does that mean? I said that because I was lazy to see him again.

"True Raksa, you promised Auntie." Caeera Mbak.

"Our aunt said it first," When Mas Damar said goodbye to Mamah while kissing her hand, Mas Raksa whispered, "what I want, will surely be done." Automatic fur I sit on my feet, please remind earlier he wanted anything?

After that Mas Raksa said goodbye to Mamah, as well as Mas Damar, he also kissed Mamah's hand.

"You two be careful, go straight home!" Orders and appeals from Mamah.

"I'll go home first, Ra." Said Mas Raksa. Ra's? Who is meant? Aeera's? The humeera? A caeera?

All I remember is that Mas Raksa called me Ae and called Humeera Ma'am Humeera Hume. And Ra? Oh means Sister Caeera, fix this anyway.

"Yes, be careful." Ma'am Caeera replied, fortunately I am not big head first. Imagine if I answered, shame on him.

Finally the roar of the motor from the two men was heard and the sound of the fence was closed back by Auntie after that. Signs they are no longer in my home.