I'm Not an Actor

Can't ban it anymore,,,

At four in the afternoon I forced Yoga to come out. Even though my body feels sore.

It is better to get out for some fresh air than to have to serve Yoga which is again tidying up our first night.

"Why ask to come out? You tired?" ask Yoga.

I just nodded. Shouldn't be asked again. He was clearly the culprit.

"Ga. Can I not talk to you?" I asked when we were driving in a Yoga car.

"You say wear all the pieces. What the hell are you talking about?" answer Yoga while continuing to focus on driving.

"Tomorrow don't blind so dong? I'm so tired, Ga. Wherever I am now it's so painful."

Yoga laughing. Then glanced at me. Right in the direction of the part I said hurt.

"I thought you enjoyed it?"

"Enjoy the heck enjoy, but if attacked with tons and tons of fire too, Ga."

"OKAY. Sorry, sorry. Just one night, right?"

I glared towards Yoga. I really want to bump into bonyok.

It's been said perih, even ask again.

"Ga. Please deh. Vacation is a week."

"What's? Aweek? I can make it my own, Wid!"

Replace the laughing me.

"Entar I buy oil so not rust."

"Gapain buy? You just have a lot of oil."

Hmmm. It was so angry that I heard it.

"Ah, you're not cool. Later I report to the komnas perempuan, you know," threatened me. Yoga is laughing.

"Keep making the report how? Ma'am, report. I've spiced my husband up to a hammer. That so?"

"Auk. Males I'm just like you." I stared out the side window.

Repot is also married to a silly guy like Yoga. Serious news is even considered a joke.

"Ga. Buy a yuk drink?"

"Well! You want a drink? Want to mabok?" ask Yoga out loud.

"Current. What the hell? Drink I mean I'm thirsty, Yoga! When I want to mabok. Let's take you dong.!"

Then without me asking twice, Yoga turned his car to a tavern that specialized in selling various drinks.

"Let's get down."

Yoga came first and went into the store.

Not very romantic. Instead of opening the door for me, go in by myself.

I got down and limped because my bottom was still painful.

"The mother gave birth, huh?" ask a visitor.

I'm ashamed to be half dead. She must have noticed my walking path that was like a new person had finished giving birth.

I just nodded rather than being honest. I don't know him.

I was looking for Yoga who had suddenly entered. Because I didn't find Yoga, I was looking for an empty table.

A waiter came to me. Though the others directly message to the cashier table.

Maybe she felt sorry for thinking I had really given birth.

"What do you want a message for? Here's the menu list." He gave me a menu.

I chose the ice capucino. Uh, the waiter protested.

"Sir, I said that after giving birth, you should not drink ice. The baby's gonna have a cold."

I really want to ngakak. Rules of where it is. Hh. You old man.

"It's okay, Ma'am. I'll take a cold medicine later so the baby will recover."

The waiter laughed.

"Haha. This is funny." Then he went to make my order.

Funny where to try? I'm just answering his talk. He was the weird one I thought was funny.

Where is yoga going too? Even saying. Is he going to the toilet? But how long?

Want to call, I missed my phone in the car. Yoga is also like not taking a hape.

Want to go looking for a toilet, while people are increasingly surprised to see the way my path is not true.

Without waiting for Yoga, I drank it until I stayed half. Original is really good. It is worth keeping a lot of it.

The girl who said it to me was like someone had given birth, approached me. He's looking for an empty table, but nothing else.

Since I was sitting alone, he excused me to sit in front of me.

"Sir, can I sit here?"

Wooh, I'm confused he replied. If I say yes, then if Yoga shows up he will sit down where.

But if you say no, it seems cruel there are very empty seats should not be sat.

"Sit down. But there's my husband."

I finally got an answer that I thought was right.

"Ooh, come with the husband? Where's her husband?"

Wow, I'm more confused he replied. It wouldn't be funny if I said my husband was out of nowhere. Or I said he disappeared suddenly.

I said I have a Dedemit husband who can say.

Outdid. So same with Yoga. Where the hell is he?

The girl even asked me to talk. He asked a lot about the process. I think she's making a pregnancy program again.

But when I asked him if he was married yet, he replied that he was still single. So what does it mean about how people give birth?

Fortunately, I have experience. So you can answer the question smoothly.

He just kept asking. Why not ask how to make a child?

I will explain at length. Especially if you ask how it feels to make a child. This is how it feels, just make the road difficult.

Grievous. Bemoan. Because of the yoga that attacked me.

After my drink ran aground, a new Yoga emerged from behind.

I looked at him with annoyance. While Yoga looked at me while smiling guiltlessly.

The girl in front of me looked at me, then looked back following my gaze. And turned around to look at me.

"Mr, mbak. He said he already had a husband. If you see a handsome man, do not glare so. Her husband will be jealous."

"I didn't look at that guy. Just look at it."

"If my word embahku, people are pregnant do not be as sweet as others. Later his son ketangsangan. Uh, a minute." He looked again.

"But if the handsome kayak he is not a problem anyway mbak. Even seneng. Just don't let her Mama's husband be jealous, because his son even looks like his mas," he continued.

Ih, I'm a sprain with this chick. A lot of talk. I finally ventured to throw it away subtly.

"Mr. Sorry, my husband has arrived. Can't you move her seat?"

"Oh yes, Ma'am. Go ahead. I can sit there on that handsome mas deck."

I want to laugh. Yoga is good-looking.

I waved towards Yoga who was ordering a drink.

The girl who was sitting near Yoga looked at me rather glaring. I don't know what that means.

Soon Yoga approached me with a drink.

"Where the hell are you, Ga? Bete knows you're waiting for you."

"Bete what kangen?"

"Bete! Your brother left without a message!"

"Udah kebelet. Send a message not to bring a phone. Did you bring a hape?"

"No."

The girl that walked past my desk. Not intentionally what not. Keep him tickling.

"Mr. If you already have a husband, give me a chance that is still single dong."

Huh! I gawked for a moment.

"What opportunity?" my many.

"Yes, this is the chance to get his mas," he answered honestly.

Yoga looked at the girl in confusion.

"This is my husband. Would you like to add a long list of actors?"

"Oh, sorry Ma'am. I'm not being a deh. I don't want to be an actor."

Then he walked away from my desk. But his eyes still glanced at Yoga lyrics.