I'm Not Tarzan

22. Gins, I'm not cheating!

Tama was pacing back and forth in front of the Ginsul Warung that had closed, her face was sweating restlessly and was covered restlessly from the light of the lights above the Warung.

Banners that order the walls of the Warung not escape his choice, other than the door of the House that is tightly closed.

Many times too, maybe until his eyes get tired of seeing the cellphone, still Ginsul does not go out.

Desperate, he sat on the bike.

He had just arrived from the task that Mr. Amin had given him, and went straight to the House of Ginsul. After that, her grandmother said Ginsul was looking for her.

Half grumbling, Tama saw a bright night.

"Gins!" call in his heart, see the door of the House of Ginsul.

But it seems that it will not be able to make the residents of the House hear. But if He really calls, all the inhabitants of the House will come out all.

Tama hit the Motor handlebar piss. The pulse is not enough to open the WA. It was only this last chance that he used to send a message to Ginsul.

Looking back at the bright night above it.

Tama released the buds in her hair, the air made her stifle with a sense of restlessness in her heart.

Tonight he is free of duty because he has completed all his downloads. Tonight he promises to accompany Ginsul to the night market.

Seeing the door of the House again that looks uninhabited, although the living room lights are still on inside.

"Maybe Ginsul was looking at the night market with his father and mother and sister." Think in his heart.

Tama let go of her upset breath. Looks like Ginsul left him because he waited too long.

His gaze was fixed on the door of the stall made of sheets of iron plates arranged and folding stacked if opened.

As if to ask if he should catch up with her.

Re-release his upset breath.

Thinking back if it caught up with Ginsul, of course later he will meet his family.

Tama sighed, it seemed like she had not yet wanted to see the Ginsul family find out about their relationship. After all, her grandmother still had a lot of groceries in the stall. Tama releases her grunts at the mosquito that rubs her ears, patting in annoyance.

I immediately opened a message that came in.

The grunts in his heart became more and more.

Not from Ginsul who came in, but King download! Sultan Amin! They say that tomorrow there is an important task.

Tama put the Mobile into his thigh bag, his heart feels like a curse hard task that makes him unable to walk with Ginsul.

Just before returning home he fantasized about accompanying Ginsul on a merry-go-round or into the House of Satan, or even the devil drum. And He has also spurred the Motor to be fast until it can meet Ginsul, but Mr. Amin the Fuck! Have him bring the equipment to his house, and it's quite a waste of his time.

Tama back in her hair.

"Having a bath alone can't." Oceh in his heart remembered the rush he took a bath at home.

Ginsul's face that had also been shadowed while on the motorbike to go home, making him smile as self-like ojol that will carry passengers.

Tama looked back at the Ginsul House, momentarily glued.

Then turn on the motor. Maybe he should go home to rest, considering his body feels weak and tired after a day of downloading more fruit, just a smile and ginsul teeth that had made him excited.

Tama immediately took the Motor by walking slowly, his eyes again saw the door of the Ginsul House

Tonight was actually the last chance for him to be able to accompany Ginsul, the clear weather with the stars and the shining moon should be a colorful night in his heart seeing Ginsul's face and smile by his side.

Tomorrow he cannot go home before night.

Tama clucked in annoyance. Drive the speed of his motor to his house.

His heart was so restless, thinking of Ginsul if he met his friends who certainly were not accompanied by their parents, but their girlfriends, who were never late to see the Night Market.

Tama stopped his bike, worried in his heart to go home or go straight to the Night Market on the ball field.

Suddenly his heart was moved to be thrashed to meet with Ginsul.

Shown for a moment if Ginsul in laughing at his friends because of his family.

Tama's hand quickly moved to turn the handlebar Motor towards the Ball Field.

But back the speed of the motor stopped, the handle of the brake was immediately pressed.

The bike he knows very well, overtaking and stopping in front of him.

"Yyyyhh! I was looking at your house just now!"

The fervent voice of Mr. Amin stung his ears.

Slowly approaching beside Mr. Amin.

Mr. Amin took off his skull.

Tama widened her lips. The unpleasant smell was smelled by him."Can't I get his time at the stay, goods for a moment?" his grumbling heart choked to see the barren plains of Mr. Amin's head.

"Wantas! Why don't you give it back?" Mr. Amin rambled, of course with his dark jungle tense and added horror.

Tama grunted annoyedly.

"Sir Amin, you know. If I don't reply, it means my pulse runs out, sir." he replied fretfully, looking brightly at the night that was growing night.

"Yiyyyy! Just reason you're tama!" oceh Mr. Amin threw a skull against his thigh.

Tama sneered in annoyance. It could be that Mr. Amin said he reasoned, even for Chat to Ginsul only He could not.

"Just don't let you mishap tomorrow!" Threaten Mr. Amin. Wearing kupluk.

Tama watched in annoyance.

"Yes Sir! Aye!" the thrill wants to pass quickly from near Mr. Amin.

"Where are you going, Tama, in such a hurry?"

Tama undoes her intention to turn the ignition.

"There's business sir!" Actually upset. The heart grew increasingly unsettled thinking of Ginsul.

"Ayyyhhhhh! Business! What business is this night Tama?"

Tama really grumbled in her heart. "Let's just know the young man's business!" His eyes looked to the side, throwing Mr. Amin's suspicious gaze at him.

"Do you want to work without me?"

Tama let go of an upset breath.

"Yes not Mr. Amin" he explained. It seems unlikely that he would have to say that he would follow Ginsul to Mr. Amin.

"If Mr. Amin can walk first," he said again.

"Yiyyyy! How arrogant are you Tama!"

Tama increasingly grumbled, wanted to feel the head of the bald head of Pak Amin who was only in the middle of the head and a little past the crown.

"If I tell Mr. Amin to follow behind, tell him Tama is rude! Precede to an older person!" Tama is like a wreck.

"Yiyyy! You could have answered Tama!" Oceh Pak Amin.

"Yes can sir, behind Mr. Amin can be! In front of Mr. Amin can also!" Respond again.

"I'll see Tama's night market, do you want to come?" Mr. Amin by igniting his dead kretek.

Tama shook her head slowly the sign did not expect it.

"Sir Amin first, then" he said slowly.

"Yiyyy!"

"Our task force is together sir, but to the night market must also be together? Fruit is sold there! Not on download sir!" anguished Tama responded to Mr. Amin's call.

With a sense like holding back the gerrymandering of Mr. Amin turn on his motor.

"Be careful if tomorrow's bad luck!" exclaim Mr. Amin by pulling the gas lever.

Tama just sighed. Maybe it's better to hear the horn of the snail on Mr. Amin's motorbike than his voice if he leaves.

A moment to reach into his thigh bag.

Her smile broadened to calm the taste in the heart.

Incoming message from Ginsul.

"Just know if his girlfriend's pulse is up." A voice in the heart that began to beat with pleasure.

But his lips clenched withered, when a message that was not from WA He read.

Like the Tama's fidelity directly enter the Handponenya and rotate the ignition by directly pulling the gas lever.

His face turned tense, the message from Ginsul again made restless, anxious and as much as he huddled on the branches of the heart.

How not? Ginsul accuses her of cheating on him with Kyra.

Tama increasingly turned the gas lever strong when the paved road smooth in front of him.

"Gins, I'm not cheating!" Shouted his heart along with the speed of his motor.

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