Heart Voice

Chapter.69

When Jamil and Kabir were busy cooking, Akbar was lying under the sky decorated with stars on that cold night.

"It's over, let's eat. Where was Mil's meatball" said Kabir preparing the results of his cooking.

"There's, stay anget. I'm deketin' the furnace. Fortunately ora kobong (burned)" said Jamil cengigisan.

"But! Brother come here. Smiles themselves like G people are so" said Kabir take rice for Akbar.

"G'S? Crazy max you?" Ask Akbar.

"Hahahaha just found out you're beer. Nih Abang lu has always been this crazy" said Jamil.

After enjoying dinner three, they joked ria, and cheer about their lives.

"Bir, in the military, is it good?" Ask Jamil.

"It depends!" Kabir.

"Dead dong, it depends. Sin of tau" Jamil said.

"Loos!" Akbar's cheer patted Jamil on the shoulder using the book he was reading.

"Yes it depends, if we enter the military because of our own ideals and desires. All of this will be easier, more sincere. Unlike those who entered the military because of family insistence. Yes, you know for sure I'm max" said Kabir leaning his body on the tree.

"If Akbar is some I know. Does anyone want to hear my story?" Ask Jamil.

"So!" Akbar.

"Accad!" Shouted Jamil.

"Abang ah, a story Mil. We are also new familiar gini, who knows that you will lighten the burden of your mind" said Kabir.

Jamil also told about his childhood life, until college with Ilham. Witnessing the love of Sera and Ilham, to become friends of the santri in the boarding school.

"Prophey, bro" said Kabir.

"Eh Bar, if it's in Japan......" Jamil asked who made Akbar show his flat face.

"The opo? Huh! What is japanese?" Ask Akbar.

"Abang ah's. Let Jamil ask first dong, do not put a fierce face dong" said Kabir.

"Ah you don't know him anyway, I'm the same Syakir already lazy if he talks Japanese. Innate her lust. He was a pervert, the time did not teach Ceasy about grandfather legend anyway. Not funny" said Akbar.

"Lha I mung meh giving riddles loh Bar" said Jamil.

"What puzzle! Here let me answer" said Kabir.

"Hehe didn't" Jamil said.

"I told you what, he's the one who's not clear. Singles again" said Akbar.

"Lambene Akbar lemes koyo ghibah mothers" Jamil said.

The atmosphere of the night was getting warmer as Jamil lit a fire in the furnace, although not a bonfire. But it was already warmer as Jamil strummed his guitar and started humming.

"Don't you think, brother, is it bad about the proposal?" Ask Kabir.

"La la la la, bullet but not determination. What tuu" Jamil said humming.

"And upright but not justice, that is the nature of Akbar" Goda Jamil.

"Well, whoa, whoa, that's bad boy. The singles effect is rusty. Danger is sure of the danger" Kabir said.

"What I'm saying is, he's got that perverted brain. It takes Ruqiyah Beer a boy!" Akbar.

Jamil laughed out loud. Kabir and Akbar were angered and attacked Jamil. They were like three cats fighting over a salted fish. Akbar took off Jamil's shirt, and Kabir took off Jamil's trousers.

Now Jamil only wears color and t-shirts inside. Jamil's body is less powerful than Akbar and Kabir, because his body is small. He was tied up with a sarong and tied up in a tree near the chair of Ilham in the garden.

"Campret, pret, pret. Ashem koe Akbir! Akbar Kabir! Singer base" Shouted Jamil.

"Pregnant, miles, miles. Karma is real" Bisik Akbar.

Akbar and Kabir laughed, they were satisfied to make Jamil a joke. Just kidding, not a bully. Because bullying is not good, and fatal if it affects the mental.