Forced Flow of Life

The Same Warmth

"'Where the hell are they not there yet?" said Nisa. Repeatedly Nisa looked at the clock on her wrist. It had been a few minutes of the incident cursed each other with his brother, but his two best friends did not come.

"So what the hell isn't? Habits of them."

Nisa grunts–sungut. If he knows the time of moles like this, maybe he should choose to sleep at home, enjoy time together with a mattress and bolsters.

"Hmmm seems to be coming to America faster than coming here" said Nisa sarcas. More precisely impressed exaggerate–over. Anyone also knows if it takes hours and hours to get to the country.

"Jeelah Nis, Nis. Relax a little why. It all needs to walk. Everything requires a process to achieve a goal," explained Okta smart-ass.

"Select" said Nisa.

"Preeett" said Rindang.

They sound together.

"He'eleh. Prove it, prove it. It must be like that too. Isn't that right, Budhe?" Okta turned to look towards Bu Tin. He was looking for the same justification that Bu Tin had just come out to them.

"What else is this, what else, hm?" ask Mrs Tin. He reached out to the two teenagers who also reached out to Bu Tin.

"You know, Tan! Strange indeed," said Rindang.

"Octa??" Bu Tin asked Okta subtly by looking at Okta more intensely.

Okta just grimaced grimacing. "Handling doang, Budhe. Cooking jokes can't be. Her life is more dangerous."

Ms. Tin shook her head. Okta nothing changed. There's just an answer. Either way Okta still he considers like his own son.

"Already have. When are you guys here? Night hunt." - oh." Ms. Tin reminded the three of them. Time was getting late. He did not want the teenage girls were sought after by their parents. What a neighbor says if he sees a girl–girl coming home late.

"Oh yes, Mama. We're leaving, huh, Mak?"

"Start, Budhe."

"Let go, Tan."

"Mas Setyooo. Just be careful if you come!" pamit Nisa who also warned Setyo not to follow along at the same time.

"Hhmmm" The muttering voice sounded quite faint as the answer Setyo gave.

"Mak don't let Mas come. Anyway today Quality my time with my best friend. Boys' specialties are prohibited from hoarding," Nisa's message.

"Husst can't do that, Nisa..." Mrs Tin advised. Nisa pursed her lips.

"Mamak ya. lest he follow, PERIOD."

"Yes yes. Mamak katuin. It's gone there."

Nisa nodded.

"Oh yes Ta, Rin. Later if last night you did not dare to go home alone, you just stay here. You can room with Nisa, or later Budhe will prepare a special room for you, "gentle Ms. Tin bargained with a big smile.

Okta and Rindang smiled back.

"Yes Tan. Easy later. Thanks for the offer."

"Joh Budhe. The best budhe anyway," Okta said. He stretched out his arms to hug Mrs Tin. But activity stopped. Nisa's blocking Okta's intentions. He does not want Okta to play hugging–hugging with his mother. He jealous.

"Can't!!" ban Nisa.

"What the hell is Nis. Very tickle."

"Biarin wleeek" Nisa sticks her tongue out at Okta. While Rindang just geleng–deleng head to see the behavior of his two friends.

"Let's go!" bring Rindang. He chose to go ahead of the two of them. There would be no end if the two of them had started fighting.

"Hati–hati," exclaimed Bu Tin.