In a Match But Not Stupid

Baldheaded

Raka and I headed for the car, from the barbershop. Raka opened the car door.

"Thank you" I said to the smiling Raka.

"Where are we going after this?"

"Where do you want it?"

I thought for a moment, "where are you?"

"Eat first yes, uh you already ate with Adit."

"I ate it a little bit, so now I'm hungry again."

"Yes, we have been looking for food first, yes" he said starting the car engine.

I turned off the car engine, "uh wait, how was your hair cut? I want to see" I touched Raka's hat to open it.

But Raka stopped him.

"Eits wait a minute!"

"Why?" my many.

"This has to be an agreement from me and you, essentially both sides first. Emm what is it? (Raka seems to be thinking) Oh yes, the deal."

"Huh? what the hell is the deal?"

"Toward, you don't get angry and don't be surprised."

"What a try, Vina never does."

"It never was" he said.

'But my man if I get it again' Inner Raka

"Cepet dong Vina wants to see."

"Don't rush dong, be patient. Promise not to be angry either."

"Depends on how it used to be."

"Judah, isn't it?"

"Yes, so don't get angry."

"Ready well, 1 2 3," Raka opened her hat slowly.

I opened and widened my eyes.

"You don't have to be fascinated" said Raka laughing.

"Astaghfirullah," I said, drawing my hand to Raka's head.

"Why baby, handsome right?" tanyakanya.

"Oh my God, why is his hair diginiin?" I held his head.

"Where in giniin? there's no hair, Vin."

"Astaghfirullah, yes really can be in botakin gini loh," I can not say anything.

"Well, if I'm bald, no one likes me, so you're not jealous anymore."

I let out a long sigh, "astaghfirullah Raka."

"Yes why? but it's good that you're talking, Istighfar gini."

"What the hell."

"At the beginning of what agreement? you won't be angry, will you?"

"I'm sorry, I just want to keep your feelings."

"O Allah is astaghfirullah," I scowled my temple.

"Thank you for keeping my feelings" I said again.

"Sorry Vin, don't be mad!"

"Yes"

"Devina beautiful light, Raka earth aerospace would like to apologize, for not permission was the same for you to botakin my hair earlier," Raka held my hand.

"Yes, let's go! I'm getting laper, would you like it if you were the one I ate?"

"Uh was horrified at times" he said grimily, making me laugh.

Raka sometimes mengeselin, nyebelin, but sometimes also often act silly, making me laugh out loud.

I like the way he treats me well, treat me like a queen.

On travel.

"Who was that?"

"Which one?" many confused.

"The one in the barbershop sat on your heels, and I got my hair back together."

I remember who I was, with whom.

"Oh Dimas."

"Dimas? kek never heard that name, just not a stranger."

"That's Dimas, who when you picked me up at the minimarket near home," I said

Raka tried to remember her.

"Oh, when it rains at night, you don't have a bike?" I'm nodding.

"She was angry that you didn't want to pick me up, because you said you weren't my driver."

"I'm sorry, I didn't like the story at the time. Actually I've liked, from the first I'm the same mom and dad to your house."

"So you like it from the first time you go home? that we're in a mate?"

"It's not that we're in a mate anyway, at first I refused, just to look at you and talk to you outside, give a handkerchief when you nosebleed, I like you."

"But why, the look of your treatment to me, so cold."

"I was embarrassed to immediately express the feeling of that time," he said staring at me.

"Jaim's snobs"

Raka laughed hearing that. He pretended to be ignorant, but he liked me.

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