He's Mine (Sharing Love)

Forget to Ask

"Why am I Indonesian?"

Anggi asked the person, and deliberately did not use bule language, and instead used ordinary Indonesian, such as if he was at home.

"I heard a lot and finally learned about Indonesia. And i, have also come to Indonesia several times. Especially Bali. U close to Bali Anggi?"

Anggi just shut up. He was still listening to what the person in front of him said this time. Because Anggi did not know yet, what the motive of the person approached him, and wondered to him as well.

And what makes Anggi feel even more astonished is, that person, using the Indonesian language, just like Anggi did.

Although with the language of course, it is still a mess, with action languages that are mixed with bule language as well.

"I am very interested in Indonesia. The girls too. It's so beautiful they're in the eye."

Anggi knows, if what is meant by the word beautiful is beautiful. (Not a pretty ass, hehehe... )

'This is the story person, tell me, or else ngetes me, who is a native Indonesian anyway? Strange, ' said the inner Anggi, with its heritable taste.

"Why are you silent? don't you understand what I'm saying? Sorry yes," asked the person, because from now on, Anggi just kept quiet, and did not say anything. In fact, asking back is not.

The truth is not like that either. Anggi talk a lot, although the person can not listen to the voice of Anggi who is talking, because, just talk in his heart only. (Where can you hear it from? hehehe )

"Oh yeah, can I know whose name u?" ask the man, asking Anggi's name.

"Huh.. want to know a ribet," Anggi grumbled, slowly, so that the person does not know the meaning of the words he said earlier.

"What?" ask the man, with his frown.

"Eh, it's okay. I'm just hungry" replied Anggi, in slow words, so that the man would understand better what he said.

Anggi also feels afraid if, that person will know the meaning of his grunts_ earlier.

That guy, guy, with his age just maybe, over Anggi's. This when viewed from his posture and other physical characteristics, because all this time, Anggi had never seen him in the same class as himself.

The guy, can hear the words of Anggi, with slow and clear language. If he says quickly, he will have difficulty, to digest the meaning of each word, in the sentence spoken by Anggi.

Just like most outsiders, if you are learning to speak Indonesian, or Indonesians themselves, who are learning a foreign language.

"Oh, u hungry? let's go to the school cafeteria. We can eat and drink there." The man invites Anggi, to eat to the school cafeteria.

Anggi looked, and held his own clothes, to show the state of his clothes, which were full of sweat.

"Hehehe.u change clothes first. I'll wait here. Do not be afraid, I will not peek," said the man, with a sweet smile.

'Eh, this sweet guy too. Miko mah passing by. Hehe....'

Anggi back inwardly, in his heart, when judging the man who is now, is waiting for him.

With a smile made as sweet as possible, Anggi continued his steps, to get into the girls' locker room.

While the guy, waiting for Anggi outside the door.

In the dressing room, Anggi remembered something, which he forgot to ask the guy.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to ask. What's her name?" muttered Anggi, asking himself, by patting his own eel.

"The forgetfulness asked that. Because he's ngoceh mulu anyway! Uh, I also forgot, being too fascinated with her smile that, wow, I can't look for from Indian artists either. Hehe..."

Anggi returned to monologue himself, because he was happy, with the presence of the man.

Anggi smiled at himself imagining what had happened.

"I will tell this experience to Brother Ara, let him want to also be noticed by men. Uh, wrong. Ara's sister already has a boyfriend ding. Here, there is Brother Awan, who is timidly meow. At home, which is in Indonesia, there is sister Nanda. So what are two? ahhh, brother Ara even a lot of his girlfriend."

But out of fear that if the boy had waited for a long time, Anggi finally rushed to take his change of clothes, and went into the bathroom, for his own safety, when changing clothes.

Anggi does not want to change in front of his locker, as is often done by his friends who are bule.

With no shame _nya, they often change clothes, in plain circumstances.

Maybe they think that, it's okay to change clothes with such a position, because all of them are girls.

But, in contrast to Anggi, who from childhood, was not accustomed to such circumstances.

So because of that, Anggi more often retreat from the sports area first, in order to change clothes with a sense of security and comfort, without having to feel awkward, or unpleasant. Because it is not usual to change clothes together with others.

After finishing changing clothes, and feeling more presentable Dati on the previous one, Anggi immediately came out of the dressing room. He wanted to meet the guy who was waiting for him outside the room.

"Lho, how come there's nothing?" asked Anggi, when he had opened the locker room door.

By circulating his gaze, Anggi cuddled, looking for the whereabouts of the man earlier.

Yang said he would wait for himself to go to the cafeteria.

And suddenly, there was someone who surprised Anggi from behind.

"Hi!"

Anggi squealed in surprise, with a clap of his hand, on his shoulder.

"Sorry-sorry," said the man, who felt guilty, for making Anggi surprised, with his greeting and arrival from behind. And suddenly too.

"Hufhhhhhhhhhh..."

Anggi breathed a sigh of relief, while turning his body. He also stroked his chest, out of shock.

Apparently, the one who surprised himself was the guy he was looking for.

The mixed guy. There is a middle east, there is a Chinese one too. 'Unik, ' said Anggi, looking at the man's face.

"Sorry" said the man again, showing two fingers, as a sign of his apology.

"Where from?" ask Anggi, who did not respond to the apology uttered by the man.

He did not want to notice the guy's face, for a long time. Anggi does not want if, will be more fascinated again, with a unique face.

The guy, pointing at the water faucet, which is not far from the girls' locker room.

Apparently, he washes his hands first. The guy, no need to change his clothes, because from now on, he did not participate in sports activities.

"Why don't you play sports?" ask Anggi, who has a lot of curiosity.

"It's okay," replied the man, without looking at Anggi.

"You sick?" ask Anggi again, because the white face of the man, the more pale it looks.

"No. I'm fine," the man replied, shaking his head.

Anggi no longer asked. He just followed the boy's steps, heading towards the school cafeteria.

"Don't walk in the back. Here!"

The man, stopped and asked Anggi, who had been walking in the back, to be with him.

So now, the two of them walked together, together heading to the school cafeteria. Of course, it remains crowded, even though sports hours are not yet time to finish.