His wife, Mr Guru ?
Sha was picked up by the police
Tinnn !!!
Tinn !!
"Astagfirullahaladzim," Shania lost her focus, until she hit a road mark and did not realize she had entered the lane one way. Double kill for Shania. It is appropriate that from now on he was showered with the sound of horns of other road users in a row with a hostile face.
As a result, today was an unlucky day for him. Officers in brown uniforms with green vests dismissed him. Shania cooperative, she pulled over.
"My mampussss ! jatoh ketiban padlock, even though he wanted to crucifixion money a wad ! " the mumbling patted the speedometer.
"Good day !"
"It can show him the letter of completeness and the license to drive the deck, "it is very clear if Shania is a high school boy from the uniform she wears.
"May sir, "he answered, opening the helmet he was wearing. Fortunately, a few months ago after he blew out sweet seventeen candles, my father told him to make a SIM. Although the results of the shoot and not exemplary, at least he did not have to experience the drama melek on the road while running rampage and rampaging on the side of the road, or pura fainted in front of the police.
Shania handed over her STNK, and her SIM from inside the wallet.
"This sir, "
"I'm sorry I ticketed, adek has entered the road one way and against the current, adek also hit the road markings."
Inevitably, it is human or salmon pake against the flow of everything.
Shania just nodded and resigned herself, her mind was indeed being messed up right now. Unable to think. If the brain is usually diluted the deer will automatically work if it is in a pinched state, this time the brain of the deer in the gondol crocodile estuary.
"Can call his parents, his SIM I hold yes, this is a ticket attachment letter. You can attend the hearing on the appointed day with your parents or guardians,"
Shania nodded again, her mischievous soul now seemed to be lost to the volcano.
"Adek, if there is a problem or illness should be escorted or take public transportation only, "
"That sir, I'm not what. Sorry sir !" Shania put the helmet back on and turned the bike around.
"Beg*o ! my brain is so messed up, got my mental abis dapet sambu sash Bu Endah !" dumbling.
"Duh, mas Kala is not it ?! even bother again !" he cursed himself. At the crossroads he was confused if he turned the handlebar of his motorbike to the right then he would go home, if he turned left then he would go to Route 78.
Don't, don't.ngadu just ! he turned his bike towards Route 78.
His heart became dag dig dug, when he saw Arka's car was still parked there. He was wobbly, like the vane of melon gas canisters, to find Arka who was still working there.
"Oh, I'm still working !"
"Oon, I'm here to find Mas Kala."
Shania pushed the glass door, from the outside only the figure of Shania was already visible.
The girl dressed in the high school uniform that looked fitting body stood sculpting.
"Mbak ! why just stand there rich statue of Pancoran !" peekot Arga's.
"Gue wants to replace the welcome statue, you don't know ?!" reply Shania. Age that is not much different makes Shania and Arga always easily familiar. Shania approached, fortunately the atmosphere this afternoon was not too crowded by visitors.
The girl approached, lowered her head and played the end of her bag strap.
"Mas," his finger pierced Arka's arm.
"Why ?" ask her.
"Sha, at the police ticket !" his great-grandson.
"What Sha ?!!" not the surprised Arka but Dimas and Arga.
"Because of the ticket ? " Dimas laughs.
"Bravo !!! finally, Shania feels like a complete teenager, polantas !" the man clapped his hands.
"That's not exactly Dim's proud thing, here go !" take Arka to Shania. His jaw hardened, but abstinence for him scolding or blaming people in front of others, let alone his own wife.
"Yes angry, sorry Sha !" the girl had really looked down not daring to raise her head.
"Why did you get to the ticket, don't you already have a SIM, STNK is also there ?" The cocked arcs look even scarier than the Flying Dutchman with his tentacles attacking Jack Sparrow.
"Sha was entering the path one way, against the current, it was hit by the road mark. Mas angry yes, sorry.." his great-grandson gave an explanation, he resigned, maybe this is the day of his last day in the world, so say good bye to world.
"Anged ? sure ! Mas angry. If you are sick or tired, why not ask to be picked up ? if you are wretched, what are you doing ? is there a wound ?" Shania looked up.
"Yes ?!" beonya, Arka is already right in front of her. Looking at every inch of his skin, afraid if there are blisters.
"Sha ga what mas, just less focus just now."
That annoyed face turned into worry.
"Sorry Shania mas, it's been a lot of trouble ! sorry to worry," he said he did not know where his courage came from until now his hand had dared to reach Arka's big hand and bring it to the cheek as soft as a marshmallow.
"Can't you, don't make me worry ? don't act recklessly, Sha."
Instead of pulling her hand from Shania's cheek, Arka is even more impulsive by pulling Shania's shoulder and hugging her.
Arka's heart beats rapidly and hunts. Somewhat long ago, they embraced by diving into each other's thoughts, and understood everything that happened, until the knock of the door made both of them aware.
"Mas Arka !"
Mila knocked on the door. Arka let go of her embrace.
"Why Mil, just go in !"
"People outside want to make a party event at the cafe, want to be told to come in here or talk outside ?" ask Mila at the door.
"Not really outside the race ?" ask Arka.
"Lumayan rame mas, "
"Here you go, let Sha go to the kitchen ! want to disturb Arga !" kekeh Shania, Arka nodded. He was a little sneered, it should have been the moment Shania felt his love. But disturbed by the cafe.
Shania heads for the exit, with Mila intending to call the client.
"Teh Mil, Arga's in the kitchen not !" ask Shania.
"There was. Again wash the dishes," he replied sayup, because both are a little away from the room Arka.
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Shania clutching her bag. It was past the magrib, and he had not yet returned home, because he was waiting for Arka to finish working.
Arka's black car splits through the city's night scene, passing through a number of arterial streets of the capital.
Until arriving, the car tire must stop to face the traffic jam in front of him.
"This is what the hell ? it's stuck !" dumel this girl. Shania had changed her shirt just that her skirt was still an ash skirt.
"Mas forgot, today there is JFFF (Jakarta Fashion and Food Festival)."
"Huhoo?!! bazzar means mas ?" ask Shania.
"Yes, more precisely the culinary festival. Mas was given a brochure from one of his friends, this event was enlivened by 117 tenants presented in the form of booths and wagons, serving 200 varieties of food from almost all corners of the archipelago, the event was held in the form of booths and wagons, rich in a kind of culinary festival nusantara that !" bright Arka.
"But pantes race ! mas, there yuu ! we eat out once, "take Shania, this girl is always 45 if the food.
"Hopefully there is still a parking lot, because this event is held for 3 days only, so it must be full !" Arka dizzy looking for a gap to park his car.
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