I'm Not Tarzan

19. Still Far! To Egypt!

Smile sumringah Pak Amin can not be separated engraved on the bushy and black mustache, beside the chatter and laughter like unbroken from the person behind him by slowly riding his motorcycle.

Each intersect with the motorist Pak Amin always greeted politely by honking the horn of the conch on his new Motorcycle in his purchase, like wanting to show off his loud voice.

Tama just a smile and sometimes grinned amused every Kyra in the bonceng Pak Amin turned her pout. Yesterday he had a chance to piggyback on him but now he only piggybacking on a pile of sacks and machetes and rope owned by Mr. Amin.

This afternoon Mr. Amin was so happy, polite even though impressed at forced. Because he is usually more arrogant than other motorcyclists.

Tama pulled a gas lever drove next to Pak Amin who casually drove the motor, not like usual that gas tanked even though the road was hollow like a professional racer only. That's what made him want to ask.

"Sir, can't we go faster?" The question between the sound of the engine and the exhaust of the motor.

Instead of pulling the gas lever, Mr. Amin actually stopped the speed of the Motor.

Of course with a happy laugh.

Tama looked at Kyra who was still pouting.

"Yes, Mr. Amin! My skin is almost on fire!" Kyra in Mr. Amin's ear. Quickly pulling his head back, Mr. Amin turned his head.

The jungle on Mr. Amin's lips expands.

"Just relax Kyra, Tama."

Tama and Kyra stroked each other's chests with astonished gazes.

Usually Mr. Amin does not know the word relaxed in his duty, but now it seems He deliberately did it.

Yesterday they arrived very quickly, but now they have almost an hour driving in the heat of the Sun during broad daylight, not to mention reaching their destination.

Sweat and sultry feeling in the body like not in taste by Mr. Amin. Only the smile from his dense black jungle felt piercing and stinging skin.

"Sir Amin, I'm in Tama's bell."

Kyra was unable to resist the irritation and aches in her body.

"Ayyyiii, Kyra don't. We're always on duty." Mr. Amin saw Kyra get off the bike.

"Isn't that Tama?"

Tama looked at Kyra's overheated face, then nodded stiffly at Mr. Amin.

Obviously, Mr. Amin was frenetic when he asked very strongly if He alone was the Special Weapons in his place, but after explaining that Kyra was in his bonnet. The jungle on his lips was like a lush hairy shade.

"But, if the road is like this, when will it come, sir?" Tama wanted to grumble.

"Yinya! Tama! Slow important congratulations!"

Tama really grumbled in her heart. There could be a sentence that is like a taboo said by Mr. Amin if he is on duty, which is and always says," Tama! Hurry on! Too slow you?"

Tama rubbed the sweat on her neck staring at the pity Kyra heard the sage in the black jungle Pak Amin.

Kyra also fluttered her palms to her face, hot as if she was throwing powder. But it made her blond hair blond.

"Kyra's here soon." Sweet Mr. Amin to have Kyra sit back.

Kyra and Tama both throw their faces at the trees near the roadside.

Tama immediately looked at the small twigs on it, the sound of birds chirping or geckos was more soothing than the hearing of the Death Call of Mr. Amin.

It could be that Mr. Amin said like that, was a steep climb that almost made the wheels of the motor slip not to mention in the pass, "Still far away! to egypt!" in the heart.

Mr. Amin ignited his clove, the puff of smoke in his mustache began to billow like a burning jungle. Inhale deliciously felt deep to come out of both nostrils that mop with his mustache.

Kyra widened her lips full of aggravation.

"Sir Amin! Can't the motor exhaust the smoke? my breath is stuffy sir!"

Kyra really expressed her annoyance that earlier in the bonceng Pak Amin, smoking by driving a motorcycle.

Tama also widened her lips to see the thick smoke that came out in the mouth and nose of Mr. Amin.

"Makes me think more clearly about Kyra" replied Mr. Amin with a flirtatious look at Kyra.

Kyra sneered in frustration.

Mr. Amin laughed happily.

"Tama, I'll be in your bell." Kyra's face was pinched.

"Yiyiyiyy! How about you fall Kyra?" Mr. Amin saw a pile of sacks, machetes and rope tied from the inner tube in the seat of Motor Tama.

"Sir Amin can take him!" Kyra saw Pak Amin's Motorcycle seat.

"Can't Kyra, today Tama has to bring her gear." Denying Mr. Amin firmly. suck back kretek that is clamped on both fingers.

"Yes, Kyra. take responsibility." Tama chimed in on Mr. Amin.

"What?" Kyra doesn't seem to like Tama's words.

"I'll just go home!" Kyra is walking.

Mr. Amin got off his bike.

Tama drank the water hanging under the handlebar of the motor.

"Kira!" Susul Pak Amin held Kyra's hand.

Kyra is angry.

Tama looked back at the two. The scorching on top of his head increasingly stings the body, and it is better if you continue the journey, he thought feeling sweat all over his body.

And no matter what Mr. Amin whispered, Kyra walked back to the bike even though her face was still angry.

Tama gave a small grin as Kyra looked at him pouting. Like the sweet Rambutan Fruit Mr. Amin's jungle smile to him casually riding on the bike, turning on the engine and turning Kyra.

Kyra's face was covered in coercion and sweat rose behind Mr. Amin.

Tama grin wide.

Kyra melengos's.

The sound of a conch horn is deliberately sounded Mr. Amin.

Tama laughed, a loud voice that made a run of a lizard land. Blowing into the bush.

Tama turned on her Motor with Laughter on her lips, following from behind Pak Amin and Kyra who drove slowly.

Kyra's laughter and jokes yesterday that were in the leak were not heard since leaving with Mr. Amin. Murung is like a withered Rambutan, old in a sack and bottom of a sack.

Laughter restrained her laughter, with a smile changing. Kyra turned to him.

It seems like Mr. Amin's Death Calling managed to melt Kyra's heart, although her face hinted with regret.

Tama immediately pulled the gas lever again, Mr. Amin's hand signaled to him.

"What's the matter Mr. Amin?" tanya drove beside Mr. Amin.

"You better go first Tama!"

I saw Kyra right away.

Kyra immediately wrinkled her face, like holding back a cry.

"We're the same Mr. Amin." Tama seemed to understand Kyra's face.

"Yalyyyy!"

"Yes! Kyra's afraid that Mr. Amin will..."

"Yalyyyy!" Mr. Amin cut off Kyra's speech.

"Tama you stay behind me!" Kyra hope.

Tama nodded, slowing down the speed of his Motorcycle.The black jungle Pak Amin began to look spooky and full of myths turned him with threats.

Just a little smile.

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