Enjoyment Ikhlas

Enjoyment Ikhlas
RICE SACK



Yahmi, Ami's first friend at Ratna's bu course. 23-year-old woman, who is of ideal height. Always looking simple, hiding the aura of his maturity. Because living on the outskirts of the city, makes it inferior. Unlike Ami who is easy to make friends with anyone.


Although impressed indifferently, Ami is among the children who are diligent and like to help. He could be close to Yahmi as well because he helped Yahmi while fixing the tangled threads on his sewing machine.


And when Yahmi saw Ami coming home on foot, he offered to take Ami home. It's just, Ami doesn't want to be troublesome. Just enough to lower it at the crossroads, so that he can continue half his journey to a house that is different directions with the house of Ami.


This afternoon, Ami remembered the appointment to meet Kamto. And when he got out of the course, Ami immediately went out and waited outside the gate while looking for the young man among the many employees of the ceramic factory.



"Mi, I'm going home first. Later don't come home too late, it's not good virgin boy comes home late at night. Tomorrow morning as usual, right?" Yahmi said as he led his bicycle, approaching Ami.


"Yes, mom. Tomorrow I wait as usual, my bike is not yet. Hehe..." Answer Ami a little amused, remember the frame of the bike that has not been so.


"Yes not papa. Be careful on the road, I'll go first." Pamit Yahmi's.


"Mr also be careful..!" Sahut Ami raised his voice as he looked at Yahmi starting to advance his bike.


Not yet gone Yahmi's figure from sight, Ami was startled with a pair of male palms that closed his eyes. Who else, only Kamto whom he knew worked there.


"Mas, don't be weird. If your father sees, how about" That's what comes out of Ami's mouth and makes Kamto a little disappointed. He hopes Ami is surprised by his actions.


"How come you're not surprised, you know where I'm from?" Kamto asked while pulling his hand. Ami turned around and looked at Kamto's sour face and held back a laugh.


"We make a pact, anyways... Who else is as nosy as me besides you, mas? About?" Ask Ami.


Kamto thought for a moment. "Ep... There's nothing. Ah.., yes, we walk. Mumpung gapak still reports. I told you I'd go home first. We're just passing the tracks, Mi. Pas later I show you a place to coffee a lot of his fingers" Invite kamto while holding Ami's hand.


The two of them walked together while chatting. Ami who likes to be curious about something, trying to look at the end of the train tracks. But it looks like there will be no trains passing by. He walked on the tracks holding hands with Kamto. Ami's height becomes parallel to Kamto, because the rail is higher.


"Be careful, Mi... If you slip, your legs can be kesleo." Kamto warned.


"Do you have to stick first, just ask for a sling? You asked me right now, I must be carrying." Kamto said tightening his grip as Ami was about to fall.


"Wow, Aaa.." Shouted Ami as it was about to fall in the opposite direction.


At that moment Kamto stopped and pulled Ami's hand, then he turned his back to Ami. Inevitably Ami fell onto Kamto's back and immediately carried her.



"Mas, I'm heavy.." Said Ami, immediately his face met with embarrassment. His leg reflexes flanked Kamto's waist, afraid of slumping and falling.


"Still heavy with sack rice, what do you eat every day? A cracker?" Kamto asked as he wrapped his hands around Ami's legs.


"Heh, dare to insult my father? He's the one who feeds us, and every day we eat rice!" Ketus Ami, annoyed and forget his shame. Her tongue twisting around kamto's neck, her chin touching the top of the young man's head.


Kamto just laughed a little, enjoying the moment where Ami was comfortable. Expect time to slow down, due to the feeling of warmth and calm. I don't know since when he felt like protecting Ami. Just similar feelings towards his younger sister, only this was more profound. More like to have, but also keep.


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Hi readers๐Ÿ˜Š how are you today?


Note this chapter, a bag of rice in the past still use a 50KG gunny sack. Because most large families or in villages, have rice barns (plant them yourself). In addition, ordinary households buy retail.



About Kamto still connect a few more chapters, and again sorry for Topo๐Ÿคง mas you will be forgotten...


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