I'm Not Tarzan

24. Guess Mr. Amin's Mustache

Tama rubbed the sweat that soaked her forehead and face. Half a day He has downloaded the Rambutan Fruit. Rangrang ants that many fall on the grass, making him wag his trousers.

Unlock his long-sleeved shirt due to the sultry and sweaty taste. Brought him enclose it on the handlebar of the motor.

Moved his sleeveless shirt so that the fresh wind calmed his sweat.

The day was very hot like never before, the Sun really like spilling all the heat in the garden Rambutan.

Tama opened her thigh bag, grabbed a silent Mobile without ringing or just vibrating because of the incoming message.

Feel sluggish body when leaving with Mr. Amin, like not eager to climb.

Even the red Rambutan feels Noni fruit, bitter and empty.

Only Ginsul's smile and face overshadowed her every step of her body.

The problem is like Ginsul does not accept with a little penelesanya for the allegations that befell him.

Tama enter again Mobile, see the piles of Rambutan that Mr. Amin has tied up to be transported by the Car owner of the Garden.

Mr. Amin himself was looking for rice for lunch.

Tama released the buds in her hair that were also drenched in sweat.

This morning he had seen Ginsul with his sister leaving for school, which made him stop to meet her at a crossroads.

Ginsul looks beautiful earlier.Tama remembers Ginsul again from behind the Jedela of his neighbor's house. Because the road that is usually passed does not pass through his house.

Because his house is behind Ginsul House, and not too far away.

Tama rubbed back the sweat on her face, her heart feeling eager to meet Ginsul. Looking at her laugh again, seeing the smile with her ginsul teeth again, and all that made her feel excited when nearby.

But Ginsul is angry with him?

Tama clenched her hair back, put on the shirt again, and sat on the Motorcycle.

Observing around.

The sound of more than one motor was heard approaching.

Tama stand up immediately.

Swallowing his saliva slowly saw his blonde hair looked closer and closer.

"Yes!"

Seen Kyra standing on a Mythic bell waving her hand.

Tama rubbed her upper hair back. Kyra and the Kyra Flock visit again, and he has felt it since Mr. Amin told me that the downloaded Rambutan still belongs to the Kyra family as yesterday.

With a smile, she greeted Kyra who held her arm.

"I brought you a drink!" Kyra saw the Myth.

The myth of giving a bag of plastic from a mini market, on the hanger of his motorcycle goods to Kyra.

While the other Kyra Flocks directly Main brush! The Rambutan that has been arranged. With laughter and chatter.

"You, too bothered Kyra?" Tama saw the contents in the plastic bag.

The myth of a smile-smiling woo, humbrung with his friends who are sweet-sweet munching on Rambutan.

"When necessary, all the gallons of Tama." Canda Kyra stands on a motorbike.

Tama feels clumsy. While his arm is still in Kyra's penang.

"Kyra," said Tama. Kyra's herd saw it.

"Just darn it!" Kyra with her hands on her shoulders.

Tama increasingly feel uncomfortable, while the sound of Pak Amin's motorbike also begelayut medekati.

Kyra smiled cheerfully, seeing the origin of the voice that was about to appear.

Tama hangs a plastic bag on her motorcycle, and pulls Kyra's hand off her shoulder.

"Shame on Mr. Amin" he whispered.

Kyra laughed a little.

Spoiled sitting in the motorcycle seat.

"Ayyyyihhhh! There's Kyra apparently!" Exclaim Mr. Amin before the motorbike driven stops.

"When did you get to Kyra?" Pak Amin with plastic carrying without brand containing rice wrap.

"New Mr. Amin!" exclaim Kyra happily.

"Sir Amin! Where's day?" Myths still mengawah rambutan.

"Yes! We're hungry too Mr. Amin!" The Kyra Himpals are among the three tall ones.

"Yiyyy! Rambutan one tie can make you full!" Mr. Amin looked at the scattered rambutan skin.

Kyra's flock cheered grumbling.

"Sir Amin ate it first, sir." Tama took a packet of rice given by Mr. Amin.

"Yiyyy!" Mr. Amin's mustache was raised along his lips.

"Yes, Mr. Amin, we have business!" Geli Kyra looks at the lush mustache of Mr. Amin that expands to make the cheeks itchy.

Mr. Amin took off his skull.

Tama almost kissed Kyra for turning her face away.

Luckily Kyra did not feel what she was thinking. But maybe Kyra feels a pungent smell on the tip of her nose.

Tama bowed her head, imagining Kyra's feelings about to vomit.

"Tama, are you farting?"

"The red rambutan green shoots!" Tama by stepping on her own feet, holding a patch on her lips.

And fortunately back, as claimed Mr. Amin re-wearing his pocket. By rushing to find a place to eat without friendly permission to her and Kyra.

"Your name?"

"That's Kyra's weasel," said Tama, holding back her laughter.

"Moustache you mean?"

This time Tama immediately laughed away from Kyra from Motor.

"Tama you're laughing at me!" Kyra Jump Motor.

Tama still laughs to see Kyra Flocks, who are scrambling to pick Rambutan Fruit from a Tree that is not high near Kyra Family Home.

"Not Kyra." Now just smile.

Tama immediately held Kyra's hand which touched the cheek near her ear.

Kyra smiles sweetly, fondly rubbing the flowing sweat.

Tama smiled clumsyly.

"My face is full of Kyra dust" he said, pulling his face back slightly. The jemari Kyra.

"Yalyyyy!"

To Tama and Kyra's surprise they see Mr. Amin.

Looks like Mr. Amin just washed his face and hands in the well.

Standing in the corner of the House with the rice wrap that is still on his tote.

"People's eyes flickering ants sir!" Kyra's lie is looking at Mr. Amin's suspicious eyes.

"Yyyyyh! The ants are too big to surround Kyra!" Mr. Amin was babbling.

"But it's the saplings of ants sir!" Kyra again, then blew Tama's eyes.

Tama closed amusedly.

"Yiyyy! Eat up!" Mr. Amin moved to the front of the house.

"Yes Sir! Any minute!" Tama still closed her eyes, Kyra still blew her eyes.

Kyra, who no longer saw the thick black lines across the road like road signs when going through climbs and derivatives, stopped the puffing on her lips.

"Moustache Mr Amin if from far away, can resemble anything, yes, Tama?" Kyra holds Tama's fingers.

Tama exhaled as if reluctant to discuss it, has become a sight that He often enjoys in every climb and download.

Very slowly, he let go of Kyra's fingers, and approached her Motorcycle. Lean in the seat.

Kyra a cheerful smile followed, sitting in her original place.

"What did you just see Kyra?" Tama saw where Mr. Amin was exclaiming.

" Such like a road sign!." Kyra by Tama's ear.

Tama moved her shoulders. Feeling amused in his ears.

"Do you want to guess, what we'll see when Mr. Amin shows up after eating?"

Tama looks at Kyra but pulls her face aside, so as not to get too close to her face.

"Gmmm!" Kyra thought, with both corners of her eyes upwards. Not too long nodding happily, like having found a powerful answer. Then clap one hand.

"Flying swallow snails, otherwise .. coconut root!" girang.

Tama stunned, then the mangosteen imagined.

"It could be," he said later.

"What about you?" Kyra patted him on the shoulder.

"I thought I was." Quick tama.

Kyra pushed her shoulders slowly.

Tama laughed a little.

"Usually, after eating, you are full! Usually, if you look at it from here ... Must have been a similar glimpse, scorpion!" Tama with certainty.

Kyra laughed a lot.

Tama's amused smile.

"We'll see Kyra later, surely Mr. Amin raised his mustache next door because he was clipping his teeth." Tama smiled broadly.

Kyra stroked her blond hair over both her ears ending her laughter.

"okay! We'll just wait later" he said seeing where Mr. Amin would appear.

So did Tama.

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