Intan, Tomboy Girl

Chapters. 15. Seeking Trips

Dion did not accept it, Zaky took her forcibly. To this day, he must not waste his time. Because that girl was currently extremely precious to him.

"Sorry Zaky, I'm going to take Dion home, so you better go home first, today I'm tired, want to rest at home," replied Intan, without hearing the heart of Zaky who was very upset.

"All right, that's your choice. Cars are more luxurious than motorcycles, right?" he said suddenly, a feeling of dread appeared in Intan's mind at that time.

"That's not what I mean, Zak," had not been able to continue his words, Zaky hurriedly left.

"Why are you Zak? I'm sad between us It has to be this," the girl lowered her head, feeling sad.

'Why am I upset about feeling this, am I really in love with my best friend? but why is it that when I'm with him, the feeling I didn't feel before, ah, I hate all this, "it's my own shame.

"Dion, I want to go home alone you don't need to drive me," the line stood up and walked away leaving the man who was still sitting on the grass.

"Eh, Intan! Intan! wait!" Dion stood up and chased after him, and at the food vendor's head.

"Eh, where are you going? it hasn't been paid yet!" the seller reminded.

"Eh sir, the girl is gone sir, I don't have time to take the money" Dion said.

"Eh, can't do that! pay to just leave? don't you want to pay? like a rich man! cheap kampung snacks can't pay!" the seller was upset.

Dion's eyes focused on Intan who was walking and was no longer visible after the new angkot stopped, the girl rode on it.

"Yes, right. Because Mr. nih my girlfriend is still craving, he rides angkot now I have to go home alone without him, Mr. pentol grun seller must be responsible! To get a girl's love is hard sir!" Convinced Dion, vent his regret on the thick-moustached middle-aged man, along with his eyebrows.

Conveying Dion and the man, making some people have to wait a long time to be served immediately. They stop when buyers are on the rampage.

"Well, time is over for today with that strange girl, too soon. Ah, why is she trending a topic in my brain anyway!"

Tring ...

The sound of Dion's cell phone rang from his pants pocket, as soon as he picked up and saw who made the call for him.

When he saw the name of the caller, 'Sister Reno', Dion's breath began to go up and down, his brother's message was not done as promised.

["Hallo Reno, what's wrong?"] greet Dion started the conversation.

["Hallo, now it's still the same Intan, right?"] ask Reno directly.

["He went home alone, naek angkot,"] Dion replied flatly. It's ready if after this the guy across the phone is gonna go berserk.

["No way, you're gonna tell him to drive him home, why is he even getting angkot?"]

["Don't be angry donk, brother. Listen to me first I want to talk,"], Dion.

["You have not much reason Dion, you must Ki the law,"] cried Reno and then turned off his call.

"Bas on an old parrot!"

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While Intan is still on his way ...

"Gee! I can't keep going!" he said with a high tone. He had forgotten that he was currently on public transport.

"Woy! Your kesambet! can you shut up? Que hit you with your sandals!" A man sitting at the end of the armchair fiercely scolded him making Intan silent and shudder in fear.

'Anjay, I forgot that I was in an angkot, damn it.' he muttered. Some time, only then did he realize that he was down. The place he was supposed to go down had already passed.

"Ah... Sir Sir! stop Sir!" Intan stood up and broke the sky.

After the public car pulled over, he paid and jumped, onto the sidewalk. A little annoyed, the remaining money to pay the angkot has run out, instead he has to turn around again.

"Huh, apes really. Again apes, there is a bribe to eat at the restaurant, want to go home in between pake styles do not want, acting whiny etc, ish, how can I go back home, it seems like udak starting in the afternoon, I need to figure out a way to get home fast. Otherwise, Mak Mina would have taught the cave all-out like the other day."

'Did I ask Zaky to help me come?' heart murmur in the heart.

'Aish, we had a fight. So there's no way he's gonna help me, hmm. This is, if people keep living. Wrong Dad, I'm not on a motorbike. If there's a bike, I don't have to go to great lengths to find one." Intan keeps on tucking in the heart. This time it happened to him, all that was blamed was because of his father. Though at first he enjoyed there was Zaky, when he was far from the man then it was felt that his life could not if not hang Zaky.

Intan crossed the road, and stood under a tree. Waiting for anyone who would pass by on that road, to hitchhike. It's the only way to get him home in time before the maqrib arrives.

His left hand was waving at a rider who was about to pass him. 'I'm sure, they'll be kind enough to piggyback on me, ' he murmured confidently.

"Sister, can I have a ride?" ask Intan by shouting. There seems to be no sign of the motor will stop, when passing it turns even in gas alone.

"The fuckin' shit! don't know if my charm is matchless! Huh!"

Once again Intan waved at the next rider, a man wearing a man's motorcycle, with a helmet of binoculars.

"Mas, can I hitchhike?" yelled Intan with a slight walk forward.

"Woy! you're gonna fuckin' die!" his people by opening the glass helmet. He didn't stop, just passed by quickly.

"Gee! it's hard to find a good person!" he said with annoyance.

A gentleman stopped in front of him, and offered a ride to Intan.

"Where are you going, Ma'am? here I take!" take him well.

"Thank God, I want to go home sir, I ask the bells to go down in the street Panglima Sudirman no. 5 aja."

"Come on, you guys go that way!" he said, Intan immediately climbed on his bike with a smile fluffy.

"Strong grip, here at the waist of the father," the old man grabbed his hand, would wrap it around his distended stomach, making the sparkle flutter. Uh! Diamond's mind has been bailing out.

"Eh, not muhrim sir!" intan answered releasing his hand from the hand of one of the fathers aged 60 years.

"Even girls like you who often go out on the streets like this, have been found to be willing to sell themselves, so don't be hypocritical!" said the man who thought Intan was good, even the opposite.

Dugm!

Intan punched the old man's head from behind.

"Ouch! what the hell are you doing? you hit me? you devil girl!" the old man pulled over his vehicle, and immediately dragged Intan's hand.