Girls Pay For Young Masters
Mudik Together
Today along with the arrival of Lebaran, like a coincidence, in harmony that has been at the end of the fatigue of reality and his future dreams, he said, got a free ride home with 4 other people he did not know at all.
This resting is like the answer that he will give up on all efforts to achieve his goals. Close the book to any plan A, B, or any plan about the path it will take. And this journey sort of answers that it's time to give up.
While tidying up the goods, slowly he dressed up his college eye books. Some early notes go to college, grinning like a heart-wrenching smile.
"This will be a memory" he murmured.
He put all the books in cardboard boxes. Her clothes did not start to be packed. Some of them he left at the cost of measuring 3x3 meters. Doesn't have much stuff, everything is neat in the cardboard.
The girl who was currently inhaling deeply, left nothing, except a black duffel bag crowded with luggage. Clothes, makeup tools sober, and some basic needs such as: wallet, mobile phone, including the most valuable items, namely a black laptop filled with valuable documents version. While carrying a backpack, a deep black-eyed girl with long hair unraveled was seen reaching for a paper bag containing a typical snack of the capital.
The black net owner stared fixedly at his room once more. From the reflection of the cornea of his eyes were observed neatly arranged cardboard boxes, lined up in the corner of the room. His bed was empty without sheets. Entirely empty.
"May there be a miracle" said Selaras, shrinking only to himself. In the same way as humans in general who believe in the existence of miracles or commonly called the power of prayer. And the door was shut, the owner locked it, left it gone.
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"Have you made a group?" The 21-year-old woman could not stop her chatter.
"Relax, Na ... calm down .. I already have their number, why make a group?" replied the little eyed young man without eyelids with the pure white skin relaxed.
"Here's your phone!" The woman nodded with an irritated face. "You think we've got numbers we can communicate easily? We have to have a group, so if there is anything directly share there. Not WA one-on-one," deft women make a new group. He named it 'mudik together'. One by one the members were included, from her own number, Nana PS (Psychology), then the numbers with the names Rio Architecture, Leandra Law, and the woman suddenly stopped.
"Whose one?" tanyanya, while trying to add a group profile photo.
"Rio," replied Martin, the semi-Chinese face with Korean style while driving a white Toyota Rush, across the entrance of the UI campus (University of Indonesia).
"Not .. that's it. Others," between Nana or rather mixed Arab Javanese girls. Her real name is Najma, but she prefers to be called Nana.
"Oh, Leandra?" sahut Martin's.
"No, that's the other girl" Nana hunted.
"Ah? Who yeah? I also forgot, asked Tania how many numbers is that boy?"
"Ow ... Martin ... You just remembered!" Nana's explosive is irritated. He memorized that the man who was the driver was the relaxed human he met. Often neglects the little things and assumes everything will go fine as long as it is quiet. In contrast to Nana, a million-female fanfare whose hobby is talking. That's Nana in Martin's eyes.
Several times Nana calls Tania, her friend at the music club who proposes her best friend to take a free trip with Martin's car.
According to Tania, her friend would be delighted to receive a free homecoming offer. It also happened that Nana needed a girl friend in Martin's car who would take her to Surabaya.
"We're getting off here" Martin got down the car and walked out of the parking lot. Nana follows him in the back while continuing to stick Martin's phone in the ear, a sign the boy has not been able to contact Tania.
"Hi!" The voice of a young man with a well-built body and handsome face Indonesian version. The young man smiled and greeted them. The firm line of his brows furrowed looking at Nana's craggy face.
"Let's just get to the car!" Martin nimbly helped Rio bring his tenteng bag, and Rio rushed to tidy up the backpack he was scolding.
"Geez!" Nana seemed to sigh neutralizing her emotions.
"How do we find Tania's friend?" Nana tried to set the tone of voice.
"We'll pick her up, Princess Jasmin. Relax ... and just follow," Martin along set the tone of the voice while slightly slacking off.
"Okay, Oppa!" sahut Nana with the expression Aegyo (cute, flirtatious) Korean style plus both hands twitching under the chin. Somewhat strange and laughable as it did not match his Arab face.
Rio glanced at his two friends, honestly he was a little amused and wanted to laugh looking at Nana. But his concentration changed to see Martin who seemed to show indifference and stepped quickly towards the parking lot.
Nana seemed to run small after them.
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"Tuh .. that ... Maybe it is," Martin assures. The car had been parked for 30 minutes by the road, not far from their campus. The road with the alley in front of him. The alley that Martin thinks is the place to make a pact with Tania's friend. Deal with people through third parties. Of course, the noise of Nana nagging Martin became a complementary spice to a noise that collided with vehicle traffic and school children who seemed to scatter out of the gate. Yeah, near that alley is High School and it looks like they came home early today.
"This time you go out and ask," Nana stopped her scolding. Martin seemed to obey and did not dare to argue. "Wait on! Wait!" Nana grabs Martin around her and makes a little ticklish because all she gets are pants. But it was able to stop the Korean Oppa from getting out of the car. "Tania sent her number, ah, thank goodness!" Nana deftly saved the number and put it in the group. 'Salaras'. "What kind of a major is he, why not install a DP? Ah, complicate things," murmured Nana.
"Ah, the phone is so complicated" Martin grabbed his own phone from Nana.
Suddenly from the back side a woman knocked on the car door. Rio who was trying to sleep from earlier instantly woke up.
"You? The barrel? In tune?" exclaimed Nana, just after lowering her car door. Nana who was sitting in the front seat immediately asked the girl to put her luggage in the trunk of the car. Deftly Martin opened the trunk automatically by pressing a certain button from the driver's seat.
Brak!
The sound of the luggage door dings, although not so loud, made Rio more aware of his drowsiness. He tried to find the source of the voice and found a woman of his age opening the car door and sitting next to him. More precisely in the back seat near the right side car door.
"Is he what Martin and Nana are looking for?" Rio muttered. Rio looked still half conscious. Lazy lifted his body, attached casually to the chair, only turned his head for a moment to see the woman who tried to find a comfortable position, while removing the jacket he was wearing. The woman's hair was long, slightly scattered irregular naturally, allowed to decompose in motions following the movements of her owner's body. Sometimes it looks golden exposed to the sun from the window of a car that is still open.
"Pretty pretty," Rio continued his murmur. "Wait .. seems more than pretty, but not very pretty, what is it?" Rio was looking for a definition for himself. His daydreams were scattered by Nana's voice.
"Salaras, I'm Nana, this is Martin the benefactor Oppa, and he ...." Nana stopped as she looked at Rio. "Ah, forget! Just sleep from there," Nana turned her body and tightened her seatbelt. "Close the window, Laras, we're leaving!" exclaimed Nana excitedly, ignoring Rio who was still hoping to be introduced.
"Don't forget to pray, my friends, our journey will be the best!" added Martin while pressing the gas pedal slowly, then the car drove down the road in tandem with cars and various other modes of land transportation.
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