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"Assalamualaikum," the greeting of the person outside made Dayana's laughter stop by holding his stomach.

He walked towards the door to see who was coming, "Waalaikumsalam," he replied and looked at the person in front of him.

"Sir, Mama is with Papa? Irga wants permission first" Irga said.

Dayana who saw Irga's appearance opened her eyes, "This is really you?"

"Why Ma'am? The handsome, right?" ask Irga confidently.

"But, geer beut you!" ketus Dayana and opened the door wide telling Irga to come in.

Irga took off her shoes and walked closer to the family room, on the sofa there was also Mama Papa who was still busy watching television.

"Assalamualaikum Om and Aunty."

"Waalaikumsalam Irga," they answered simultaneously and looked towards Irga.

Irga sat in an empty seat, "Irga wants permission to take Mbak Yana away for a while, Om and Auntie. Can you?" asked Irga in a serious tone.

"Can, kok. As long as the house is not late at night, yes, you are also tomorrow at school," Papa smiled looking at Irga.

"Yes, Om. Then Irga same Ma'am Yana pamit first, yes, assalamualaikum."

They took turns to crucify the hands of the two people, after Irga finished using her shoes again.

He rode a black iron horse, "Mbak, here! Let me put the helmet on" said Irga, looking at Dayana who was still glued.

"Gue can be alone." Dayana takes the helmet from Irga's hand and puts it on her head.

Irga lowered her bike footing and looked forward, waiting for Dayana to climb into the backseat, "Udah Ma'am?" ask Irga to make sure.

"Udah."

Motor out of the courtyard of Dayana's house, on their way there has been no opening sound. Dayana a little trouble if using moge (motor big) like this.

Because, confused about where to handle while most moge can be suddenly tight and suddenly very slow.

"Where are we going?" ask Dayana with a little scream.

"Ke cafe Mbak."

"Well?"

"Msins."

"Here are people! Nothing serious."

"Mommy isn't cool, is she? In the room and in the house. Occasionally walk Mbak, healing or hiking. Or ... It was intentional, huh? Waiting for me to ask you?" asked Irga while looking at the rearview mirror that was pinned to Dayana's face.

"You know I don't have any friends, so how do I go for a walk? I don't know the road and don't have a temen, there's no way dong can walk around the road, it can be rough" said Dayana because she was reluctant to go.

"Women are better at home, too. If there is no urgent interest then it is good at home," continued Dayana and made Irga nodded.

"But you are still young, Mbak, enjoy life to see his creation so you are even more grateful so you can know oh here there is this tour, huh? That's what you said."

"Yes, anyway. But back again. I don't exist."

"Ehem! Yaudah, I am the one who nemenin Mbak. Ma'am, where are you going?"

"Hmm ... hiking is fun, huh?"

"Depends on Ma'am."

"Depends what?" tanya Dayana slightly put her head on Irga's shoulders so that she can look at Irga's face even if only a little.

"If the weather is good and it doesn't rain well, so the road to the top is not slippery."

"Yes, read it on the Mbak's insternet."

Dayana just nodded, "Still the shampoo?"

"A little while, Ma'am. Patience, yes." Irga again raises the speed of the motorbike which makes Dayana reflex to hold the men's jacket in front of him.

'These are flocked, there is no morality!' batin Dayana grumbled.

30 minutes passed finally Irga motorbike entered the cafe parking area, Dayana down and handed the helmet to Irga who was still sitting.

He circulated his gaze staring at the almost full parking lot, "What's inside Ga? How much of a guest?" dayana asked while fixing the veil.

"There's live music by Mbak" said Irga, opening her helmet and tidying her hair. He took the key and put on a mask.

As they were walking inside, Irga stopped looking at Dayana for a moment. The woman in the face raised her eyebrows.

"Bak if inside a real race, hold my jacket, yeah. Let's not say, ntar," Irga's orders are directly taken Dayana.

Maybe, if anyone saw his face at the moment. Will definitely feel that his face is like a bo doh person. But that's what he feels right now.

Not why, wonder it is usually not so crowded as this parking lot in the cafe. He also sometimes likes to play in this cafe alone while bringing work.

Sitting at one of the tables that were very close to the stage, Dayana frowned, "Ga, this cake has been prepared, yes the table for us?" tany Dayana saw the other table full and some distance from the stage.

"That's how Mommy."

"Who would sing who?"

"Irga's Cousin."

"Hay, Guys!" the sound of a woman's voice made Dayana and Irga turn to look at the voice.

"Eh, Hay Ma'am Zahra."

Irga stood up holding out a hand followed by Dayana who was also standing with a face forced into a smile.

"You guys have been here a long time?" zahra asked and instead sat on an empty bench right in front of Dayana.

One table consists of four benches facing each other, "No Ma'am, until now," replied Irga and finally they sat it all down.

"Where's Mama's betrothed?" irga looked at the crowd of people. Who knows, his fiancee is still in the car or anywhere.

"Yes, he's coming, really. Got stuck again maybe."

"Oh, you're stuck" Irga replied, nodding.

Dayana was just silent, she actually really wanted to go home when she knew that there was Zahra here which certainly will be Andi as well.

"Mr. What do you want to eat?" tanya Irga turned her head towards Dayana with her sweet smile.

"Hmm ... Whatever, it's up to you."

"Desert wants? Or ... fruit salad? Hmm .. I guess not, deh," said Irga with a face that looked at Dayana fixed.

"You're not very clear Ga! This is not even so!" ketus Dayana pressed her lips.

"Yes, exhausted. Mbak tuh already sweet and cute, ntar if plus the sweet again added danger. There could be foreign men who can not sleep due to Mbak again," teased Irga with the tip of her eyes glanced at Andi who just came and still standing on the left side of the table.

"Ohuk!" Zahra choked on her own saliva hearing the flutter from Irga, quickly Andi who was beside the woman stroked the back on which was the long hair.

"Eh, why Zahra? There was no food or drink, you know. How can you choke?" asked Irga who was smiling and finally opened her mask.

'Basic of the Bocil! It turns out that he really wants Zahra manasi ngajakya me, is that it? Bwahaha, okay Ga I will follow your play, ' Inner Dayana with a cheering smile