Dilan Picisan's

to market

Thanks to the actions of Karrel and Hasan, now all residents of cosplay villas become clean artisans.

"The girl swore a lot" said Ryan, really looking at Michelle who was sitting like a queen herself in the chair. Stare intently at anyone who is not doing his job well.

"Let's tiger," Dino's chirp.

"Rel, who keeps sticking with Dilan is Bara, right?" ask Hasan. Karrel who was mopping the ogah-ogahan floor so turned his head.

"Hmm" answered Karrel.

"They're dating?" guess Hasan was forced to see Dilan laughing with Bara in front of the sink, because they were both in charge of washing dishes and kitchen furniture – which somehow could be so much.

Karrel snorted to throw his face unwilling to watch the scene of the installment of Dilan and Bara.

"Why the boss??" exciting Lary.

"Roman romannye boss we have something ma Dilan," guessed Lary immediately glimpsed sharp Karrel.

"Our reeds, our Karrel is big. I know love," seduced Dino.

"Lah Anjir, actually Rel Lo has a crush on Dilan," Hasan said in an unacceptable tone.

"Which Arabic nape?" hardik Ryan while wiping the floor.

"Ck, when I just want to be like his son," murmured Hasan.

Meanwhile.

"Not that bar's the holy!" nagel Dilan's.

"How come?" ask Bara.

"Diusap wipe that loh. Gini," said Dilan.

Bara nodded understandingly. Then walk behind Dilan. He put his hand on the girl's stomach. Put his chin on Dilan's little boat.

Suddenly Dilan widened his eyes while wailing in fear of seeing the others.

"Bar, let's go!" Dilan brushed off Bara's hand but Bara even more tightened his embrace.

"This is how??" Bara washing glass in position that – akward.

Dilan could not hide the red hue on her cheek.

Karrel clucked loudly at the two lovebirds. His heart suddenly became hot.

Karrel then glanced at Tia who happened to look at him. Tia's eyebrows swooped in incomprehension as Karrel seemed to show something through the movement of his chin.

Tia followed the direction of Karrel's chin. Then he smiled understanding Karrel's intentions.

"MYCHELLE!!" call Tia cempreng.

"PAAN WHAT?" blow Michelle surprised.

"There is PACAL PACALAN, but we are clean again," said Tia glanced at Dilan through the tail of her eyes.

Michelle cengo's. Then glanced at Dilan who was hugged from behind by Bara.

"WOII LO BOTH ARE ENGROSSED IN THE MOJOK ANJIR!! A REAL JOB! LO ALSO LAN NGAPAIN MAU AJA HUGGED GITU SAT. EHH PANCASILA BOY! DON'T PLAY HUGGING PEOPLE'S CHILDREN CARELESSLY!! WORK!!" michelle's nagging made Bara instantly let go of the hand that was coiled around Dilan's waist.

Bara accidentally glanced at Karrel. He swore silently as Karrel pointed his middle finger at him.

Karrel smiled as if he was winning this time. "Campus!" carrel swearing through the movement of the lips.

Bara hardened her jaw to see Karrel's annoying face.

Until one o'clock in the afternoon they stopped from an impromptu cleaning event.

And the worms in their stomach they all started talking.

"Heh, ciwi-ciwi! Lo on no laper?" ask Bobby.

The girls were sitting while playing their heads.

"Yes laperlah!" tia answered quickly.

"Soak dong. What's your purpose for being a female??" tell Bobby.

"Heh kalagondang! What do you want to cook with? Package****** elo? There is no material in the refrigerator," spray Dilan.

"Ck, if that's what Lo came out of the cake. Nyari ate what it was," said Bobby really hungry.

"You're the one who's going out" Dilan said.

"Let's not! My backbone is again resting for my ribs later," Dino refused the drama.

Dilan turned to Michelle. "What?? I'm the cosplay damkar!"

"Who did dong get?"

Dilan menoel - noel arm of Bara. "Bar, let's go out. The other kasian was in the laper," he asked.

"Don't I who. I'm so sleepy. Fear if you bring a motor oiling," reject the soft Bara with your eyes closed. It seems like he is heavy.

"Gue aja," Tia offered herself. "Bob, come on!" take Tia .

"Ck, don't want a laper," Bobby refused.

Tia snorting. "Says elo laper. Yaudah ayok nyari eat,"

"I didn't have a powerful bike with me,"

"Just like me," Axel stood with a motor key in his hand.

"No! Tia with me," said Theo did not accept.

"It was a storm" said Dilan tired. "Rel, are you tired?? We're out yuk!" take Dilan to make Karrel look.

"Kok run to Karrel anyway??" sewot Bara's.

"Say you sleepy. Yaudah I was with Karrel just out," said Dilan.

"But it doesn't have to be Carrel, either,"

"Your partner can't. Who are you asking me to be with? Same with Karrel's friends? Oh wow! I don't know. Same Theo? I fought with Axel again. Bobby's? Theo's? What is not so so we eat it," explained Dilan was upset.

Bara grunts. Then closed his eyes again enjoying the soft touch of Dilan who was rubbing his hair.

"Gue is also out," cried Miara suddenly. "Yo Elo, sir,"

Theo. "No! I'm with Tia,"

"BACOT BENGET ELO ON!! DON'T EAT ANY. THE BALLADS OUT DOANG RUWET VERY!" michelle's rampage instantly made them chirp.

Finally after a long discussion. They decided that six of them were out for food.

Where are three women and three men who piggyback on the ciwi-ciwi.

Dilan with Karrel. Tia with Axel after arguing with Theo of course. And Theo who put on his sour face piggybacked on Miara.

They went down the top and drove to the market.

Then split up to share the task. Karrel and Dilan shopping for groceries, Tia foraging, then Miara looking for snacks with Theo.

"Helm Lo jan ditaro there!" the word Dilan commemorates Karrel when he was about to put his expensive helmet on the motor.

"Why?" parrot Karrel.

"Kalo Lo wants Lo's expensive helmet ransacked by someone, whatever,"

"That's what it means??" ask plain carrel.

"Yes bego!" dilan Ompat.

"Here is the thief?" Dilan khilaf wants to curse.

"Yes yes! Do you think only Jakarta has a thief? Everywhere is the same. Lo's expensive helmet tip must be the target of market thugs, Bambang!" obviously Dilan while entering the traditional market followed by Karrel who chose to wear his helmet again, afraid of being helped.

Karrel's forehead shrivels. The first time he entered the market, where people below him shop.

"Mending Lo wait in the parking lot. I'm sure Lo won't be strong enough to urinate later," said Dilan while sorting vegetables.

"No! You want to make me a guarantee of waiting Lo run shopping?" reject Karrel.

"Yes rather than Lo kecapean road here and there! Shopping is not for a moment, I can just go to the end of the market just to find quality materials," said Dilan.

"Ck, the effect is very weak in the eyes of Lo," decak Karrel.

"Yes, um! I don't want to take care of a baby bongsor like Lo, like Lo vomit! Yesterday at home I ate the spoiled Lo!" dilan's annoyance made Karrel pop his lips.

"I wouldn't like that. Look at it," denied Karrel bragging.

"It's taeek!" dilan Ompat.

Both are entering deeper market areas. The more urgent the sea of people there.

Dilan saw the vegetable seller then approached, although he had seen a variety of vegetable traders but the vegetables sold were not too fresh. Unlike the grandmother of a vegetable merchant who now offers his sales.

"She, how many tomatoes are there?" ask Dilan politely.

"Sekilo 10,000 neng" replied the grandmother.

"I took two kilos of nek," said Dilan.

The merchant's grandmother fulfilled Dilan's wish. Weighing the tomatoes that Dilan asked for.

Karrel watched Dilan who was serious about sorting and occasionally sniffing the vegetables he would buy. Unknowingly Karrel smiled from behind his helmet.

"This is what it feels like to shop with his wife," Karrel chirped as soon as Dilan turned his head.

"Eneng Teh is young already married?? Well so keinget when young first grandma tea. I also used to marry at the age of kayak eneng gini," confided the grandmother without being asked.

Dilan widened his eyes to hear the allegations of the grandmother.

"It's not that, Grandma! I am still-" said Dilan confused but cut.

"Try her husband to take off his helmet! Grandma wants to see what kind of tea he has on his face? Until he wants a young marriage gini," the merchant's grandmother asked with a hopeful smile.

"Grandmother misunderstood. I'm the same in-" again Dilan's speech was cut by the grandmother.

"No, don't be shy. Like anyone, support or casep open his helmet!"

Karrel snapped from behind his helmet. He did not understand the meaning of the grandmother. But no doubt obey the words of the grandmother. Karrel opened the helmet that had fused with his head.

It was as if there was a slow motion effect when he opened the helmet that covered his entire face.

"Ihh, pantes si eneng choose marriage young, her husband's men tea casep pisan like this," said the granny splashy himself staring at Karrel who smiled stiffly.

"Ma-Love, nek" said Karrel with an awkward smile scratching his non-itchy nape.

"Lo thanks everyone!" whisky Dilan.

"Gue said 'kasep' that's thank you. Kasep means handsome," said Karrel.

"But we're called husband and wife ege!" grouse Dilan whispered.

"Maybe a soul mate. Her grandmother just know if we fit, Lo hera who dreams Bara to be Lo's future husband," Karrel innocent chirp.

"Stupid your cankem? This happened because of the ambiguous talk!"

"Which ambiguity is it?"

"Who said I'm Lo's wife!"

"Ohh, do you feel? My guy says 'this is what shopping with his wife. Not that I said Lo was my wife, her grandmother was the wrong one," Karrel argued. "Do you want to be my real wife?" god Karrel raises his eyebrows.

Dilan wanted to talk again but the ringing of the phone stopped him.

"Hello Ti?"

"Lo where's Lan?? Long time shopping! I've been parked with Mia too" Tia sprayed across the street.

"Yeah! Really onion Lo! It's almost done, too,"

"Ck, Lo shopping what's cheating anyway??" accuse Tia.

"IT'S JUST LO! I WANT A SHIT?!" pekik Dilan was not aware that people were looking at him.

"Yaudah is normal, don't be so hard,"

"Yes elo typo's mouth!"

"Who Lan?" asked Karrel whispering.

Dilan took his phone away. "Tia,"

Karrel mangosteen then pay for groceries purchased by Dilan. "Thank you grandma. Come on!" take Karrel holding Dilan's hand.

Dilan himself did not realize that Karrel was holding him. He was busy fighting with Tia on the phone.

Karrel's steps stopped. Suddenly Dilan did not budge in his place.

"Why Lan?" tanyanya saw Dilan staring at something, which she herself did not know what.

"I'm afraid!" Dilan then pulled Karrel full of groceries in his hand.

The girl took Karrel to one of the cookie stands that Karrel did not know what his name was.

"Well?" parrot Karrel when he arrived.

Dilan paid no attention to Karrel's words. He was busy talking to the cake seller.

"How many nieces?" tanyakanya.

"Thousands of neng,"

Dilan recalls her memories with her twin brother Diran.

"There's no putu seller!" pekik Dilan little saw the peddler putu around.

"BANG PUTU! BELIII!!" shouted Diran.

"But brother, dede' has no money for snacks. Abis fit dikantin earlier," said Dilan weak.

"Well? Brother is also deck," said Diran.

"Where is this? Dede' really want to eat putu.pasta asked back to mother," whine Dilan.

"Sister doesn't know either," Diran whined.

"Bring for jajanin kak Iyan aja," proposed Dilan di-angguki Diran.

Just then Iyan walked out of the school gate.

"SISTER IYAN!" call Dilan yell.

"What?" said Iyan as he approached.

"That's.." point Dilan and Diran at the same time toward the peddler.

Iyan immediately understood what the twins wanted. "Judek. But my money is 10,000, you guys split the two daughters. Don't fight ok? If I fight, I'm not jajanin!"

Dilan and Diran smiled widely hearing that.

The memory came back when he saw the putu seller. Dilan's favorite food and her twin sister.

But that pisses him off. Why every sweet memory with his twin brother always pinned the face of the person he hated the most, Iyan.

Not wanting to linger on something that would make her tears fall again, Dilan turned to Karrel. Karrel who did not understand then raised his eyebrows as if asking.

"Lo no money?" ask Dilan.

"Make paan?" Karrel balim tanya's.

"You are," pointed Dilan at the putu cake sold in a spoiled tone in Karrel's ear.

Karrel tried to neutralize his heartbeat that was racing due to the actions of Dilan, who put on a cute face.

"Ck, like little boy Lo!" tejek Karrel's.

"Wildamah! Yes yes?? Jajanin..gue has not eaten putu for a long time," said Dilan memelas.

"Dapet what am I abis jajanin elo?" karrel flat said.

"Dapet merahala," said Dilan relaxed while plucking a pair that has matured.

"Didnah?" karrel julid. "Not yet I jajanin already play comot aja Lo!"

"Rail boy, try it!" tawar Dilan's.

"No want! Sterile is it??" reject Karrel.

"Ck, I'm afraid to kick Lo sampe into the swamp!"

"Obviously, don't use the urate to say it," said Karrel scooped softly Dilan's face that looked cute with cheeks puffed up because of putu in his mouth.

"Dig try! It's really good," bargained Dilan again.

"Then anyway? AAA-if so," Karrel opened his mouth asking to be fed.

"Have hands, right, Lo?! Eat alone," refused Dilan.

"So don't you see my hands full of gini's seafood??" sulkan Karrell. His hands were full of bags.

"Yaudah, it's a normal time. By the way do not need to use urate as well," said Dilan imitating the style of Karrel speech.

"Yiidih, biisi iji kili. Ngimingnyi is piki irit jigi," nyinyir Karrel.

Dilan almost swore if only he did not remember being in the crowd.

"Lo really nice?! The more days you know!" upset Dilan while feeding Karrel one putu who is still anget.

"Yes she likes nyari because of!" karrel said he would not lose while chewing. "Nake,"

"Dihh??" julid Dilan's. "Bayarin's there!"

"How many sir?" karrel asked politely as he opened his wallet which was full of pink sheets in Dilan's eyes.

"Two hundred thousand mas," said the seller.

Karrel was rather surprised by the words of the putu seller. But still pay.

"Buckoo! What will you buy so many putu?"  said Karrel walking out of the market.

"Make me eat," said Dilan girang while carrying a plastic bag full of putu, snacks from Karrel.

Karrel made head bobbles with the behavior of the two-braided girl. There is always something that makes Karrel fall in love with the figure of Dilan the maniac of this poem.

Even Dilan was the first person to make Karrel eat fried rice on the side of the road, yes even though in a restaurant but still full of smoke and street dust. And now he had to bring Dilan groceries that he could not estimate how much nominal Dilan had spent just for shopping.

Never imagined in his mind would set foot in this traditional market if not for Dilan.

Karrel realized he had changed a lot since he knew Dilan.