I'm Not Tarzan

21.Raw Rambutan Sambit.

Ginsul, who was sitting behind his pulse cabinet and was busy taking notes in his little book, had to finish his activities. The sound of a snail horn shocked him.

Mr. Amin smiled at him by getting off the bike.

Siul-siul approached.

"Yiyyy! You're Gins yourself?"

Ginsul forced a smile to hear it.

Without being told or encouraged, Mr. Amin immediately sat in the front seat of Ginsul.

Ginsul grinned, it made Mr. Amin take off the skull on his head.

Ginsul chuckled and became a wide laugh as a puff of dust was seen flying from the skulls that Mr. Amin had on his thigh.

Ginsul covers both nostrils, pinching.with index finger and thumb.

"Yalyyyy!" Mr. Amin by wearing back his skull.

"What's the matter Mr. Amin?" Ginsul after feeling safe with a pungent odor. His ginsular teeth are also visible.

Mr. Amin smiled flirtatiously.

"My pulsation's gone Gins."

Mr. Amin's moustache expands Aduhai, torturing when people see him.

Ginsul laughs amusedly.

"Current dong! Her job?" Without looking at Mr. Amin, by going back to taking notes.

"Yiyyy! Small task Gins!"

Ginsul smiled at the laughter of Mr. Amin who seemed arrogant, a haughty seedy haze that ran rampant on his lips.

Tama told him that her task was quite a lot.

Ginsul strengthened his heart to see the face of Mr. Amin.

Mr. Amin smiled flirtatiously.

"How much Sir?"

Ginsul by looking at his cellphone to send pulses while avoiding the gaze of Mr. Amin and also his mustache fur that is sharper than the look of his eyes.

Mr. Amin ignited his crete.

Ginsul dilates her lips as a sign of dislike.

Smoke immediately enveloped the dense jungle on Mr. Amin's lips, as if enjoying by blowing smoke into the air.

Ginsul wags his hand on his face.

Mr. Amin smiled flirtatiously again.

"How much is Mr Amin?" Ginsul like to end the smile of Mr. Amin to him.

His heart whispered loudly so that Mr. Amin quickly departed from his face. It feels unsettled in a spooky jungle.

Mr. Amin did not make a sound, only his hands reached into the back pocket of his pants.

Ginsul coughed softly, Mr. Amin deliberately showed off a sheet of money that was clutching his wallet.

"Thousands of all Sir?" Ginsul saw thousands of banknotes issued by Mr. Amin.

"Yalyyyy!" Mr. Amin with his mouth clamping his kretek.

"What matters, Gins' money!" Mr. Amin put the money on the glass cabinet.

Ginsul mangosteen ticklish.

"Number Sir?" Prepare to record.

"So all this time, my number you never kept Gins?" Mr. Amin glared.

Ginsul is back.

Mr. Amin sucked his kretek.

Ginsul covered his nose again.

Mr. Amin is like spelling out his mobile card number.

Ginsul notes with a sense of laziness.

"Not fifteen sir?"

"Ayyyyihhh! Where are card numbers up to fifteen Gins?" Mr. Amin's face hinted like Kesambit Rambutan!.

Ginsul gave a small laugh, then repeated the new number given.

Mr. Amin beards every number mentioned by Ginsul.

Ginsul quickly typed on the keyboard on his mobile phone, Mr. Amin took off his skull by wagging it in the face.

Mr. Amin noticed, I felt like a manual fan in front of the face.

"Yiyyyy! Long time Gins? Just like you were talking to Kyra." said Mr. Amin.

Ginsul just smiled, but his heart suddenly remembered Tama.

"Yes ..."

"From last night with Kyra, I went to her house She hasn't come home!"Cut Mr. Amin fast.

Ginsul's face changed pias and almost missed the cellphone in the hand to hear Mr. Amin's explanation.

His heart was like something tickling with a thorn, feeling agitated spread fast like Rambutan roots outside the ground.

"Tama" whispered his heart to see his cellphone.

"Camey, Gins! not sent yet?"

Ginsul. Smile and check back inside the phone.

"Sir Amin and Tama spend the night where sir?"

Ginsul wanted to calm her heart.

Mr. Amin sipped back his clove with a sense of pleasure, visible from the motion of his black jungle as well as sucked into the mouth, if only not blocked his lips.

Ginsul coughed in annoyance, as a puff of smoke came out Mr. Amin's mouth and nose like a chimney.

"In Uncle Kyra's house." Mr. Amin saw his cell phone.

Ginsul laughs amusedly in his heart, Mr. Amin's mustache like dozens of antenna wires near Mobile.

"I'm tired of Gins, so I'm asleep. While Tama with Kyra until the morning together," explained Mr. Amin saw Ginsul.

Like the Durian Fruit that fell out in the heart, it hurts to hear the explanation of Mr. Amin. Ginsul smiled widely covering the atmosphere inside his chest.

"Two sir?" Ginsul held back the sparkle of his heart.

"Yiyyy! Even to this day, the two have not yet returned home!" Mr. Amin looks angry.

Ginsul stroked his chest with his legs, like a drummer in a band.

"Yes!!" His heart screams as he stomped at his feet.

"Sir Amin has gone to Tama's house?" Ginsul wanted to convince his heart that Tama was not as bad as He thought.

Mr. Amin stood up, annoyed to look at the Tama House which looks just the precarious roof because it is blocked by several Houses.

"I've been to Gins' house twice!" Mr. Amin grumbled.

Ginsul's eyes were almost closed to hold back the sense of hearing Mr. Amin's explanation. Really like a tambourine raw rambutan and begetah, sore felt.

"Sir Amin has been sent sir!" Ginsul by standing looking at his mobile screen.

Mr. Amin immediately checked the mobile phone in his hand.

A fretful but horror smile adorned over her lips which were also dark. Seeing Ginsul with flirtatiousness.

"It's Gins!" Mr. Amin sat back down.

Ginsul's face harrumphed, mixed wanting to throw away his cellphone. Not only because of his WA Chat that has not been answered by Tama, but Mr. Amin who returned to sit again.

"Sir Amin, don't come home soon sir! I want to cry, sir!" exclaimed his heart to see the face of Mr. Amin and his flirtatious smile. Fortunately, Mr. Amin's dense jungle can still cover it a little.

"Why do you look agitated Gins?"

Ginsul gasped in his heart, instantly smiling.

"No, Mr. Amin, Ginsul boiled drinking water" Dustanya.

"Ohhhh! Yes I've seen Tama again!" Mr. Amin stood up again.

"Yes Sir!" Girang Ginsul is hopeful.

Ginsul watched anxiously Mr. Amin who rode an old Motorcycle that was born before he was born.

"Gins! Didn't you use gallon water to drink?" Mr. Amin is on his bike.

Ginsul was stunned for a moment.

"Engh! Make it in the flask sir! If there are guests!" Dust's back. Obviously every day his mother who always cooks and boil water, while he only put it in the flask when it is boiling cooked. That is also if he had time because of the hunt to go to school.

Motor voice refreshes his heart will be clumsy to answer asked Mr. Amin.

"Yiyyy!" Excited Mr. Amin. Her flirtatious smile reappeared with before pulling her gas lever.

Ginsul replied with a stiff smile. And rushed straight into the house to his room.

From then on he held back the crying.

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