Kepentok Cinta Girl Seller Cilok

06. Back to Qilla's House

"Azriel's. Don't go you!" yell Ryuzi.

Sintya and Ryuzi came out at the same time, they shouted for his son who went to hold Qilla's hand.

"Ziel, that's your parents calling. Why are you leaving anyway?" tanya Qilla was still astonished by Azriel's attitude.

"So, I'm afraid to see them arguing" Azriel said.

Qilla brushed off Azriel's hand, which pulled her away from her home. He stared intently at the man, not supposed to defy the old man's orders. That was what Qilla thought with her gaze on him.

"Why are you glaring at me?" ask Azriel wonder.

"That, your mother said don't go. Why go, samperin your mother" said Qilla.

"Haish! I don't want to argue with them anymore" Azriel said.

"Azriel, don't go son." said Sintya standing at the door.

Ryuzi came over, he saw his son and Qilla staring at each other. The bespectacled squinty man was astonished at the girl along with his son.

"Waaah, who's Ziel's daughter?" ask Ryuzi.

"Azriel, who is he?!" ask Sintya.

"He's my friend." Azriel replied briefly.

"Why are you bringing girls guys tonight?!" sintya asked in annoyance.

Azriel fiddled, she pulled back Qila's hand. That one rejected the man, but then Qilla turned around and she wanted to greet Sintya and Ryuzi.

"Sorry aunt, I just have the same thing with auntie and om. I'm Qilla aunty." said Qilla wanted to greet Sintya.

But Sintya's gaze was like a probing, he looked at Qilla from top to bottom. Making the girl frown, astonished.

"You're the one who kept my son from coming home in two days? You lured my son?!" syntya accused Qilla.

"Mama!"

"Come on you Azriel!" sintya orders with her sharp gaze on her son.

"Ck, just take care of that mama's husband. Talk carefully about what your mistakes are until I don't feel at home in this house. I will return once you all realize your own mistake" Azriel said sternly.

He also stepped away, taking Qilla who had been silent because she was snapped by her mother. Qilla himself said, he was actually confused by Azriel's rude attitude to his parents. But maybe the man was having problems with his parents, so he dared to be rude to him.

"Your actions are not justified against Azriel's parents" said Qilla.

"Those who are wrong should be self-introspecting why their children can change" Azriel said.

He's wearing a helmet, and so is Qilla. The two forget that the purpose of returning home to Azriel is to take money for Qilla's lost cilok cart.

Motor speeding, Qilla until shocked when the motorbike drove away from the luxury home. His hand held Azriel's waist, for he was afraid of falling Azriel rode hard.

"Slow down dong, I'm afraid of this" said Qilla trying to take off her grip on Azriel's back.

Azriel, who had mastered the overflow of emotions on both parents, also slowed down the speed of his motorbike. He glanced at the rearview mirror, Qila tidied up her seat to balance the way the Azriel motorbike.

Along the way, Qilla and Azriel remained silent. The jacket Azriel wore now moved on Qilla's body. Because the night was getting cold, the girl received the jacket that Azriel gave her.

Both of them still enjoy the city streets that began to leave the crowd. Only the hunters at night still roam the streets.

"Gue to your house" said Azriel suddenly.

"Why not go to your friend's house?" ask Qilla in the back.

"No, I'm males. Later it will be the same as my mother's accusation if often stay at a friend's house." said Azriel.

Qilla, the girl is still quiet. He wanted to reject Azriel's wish, but he also had to go home this time as well. Because it's been so night for him, ten o'clock. Inevitably Azriel had to come with him home.

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In the morning, Azriel had not yet woken up. The room door on Qilla knocked hard, she did not want the man to just stay at her house. But act as well.

"Azriel, wake! It's morning!" qilla shouted still knocking on the door loudly.

The door opened, looking Azriel still messy face. His pillow face was clear, evaporating widely and there was dirt in the corner of his eyes. Qilla smiled obliquely, feeling funny seeing the appearance of Azriel waking up.

"Oh, I'm still sleepy" Azriel said.

"Wake up, don't sleep again. Hurry up to the bathroom, help me cut the wood in the back" Qilla said.

"What's? Cut wood?" ask Azriel wonder.

"Don't ask too many questions, sneak!" say Qilla again.

"Yes, why the hell are you so powerful with me. Is it because I'm at your house?" ask Azriel.

"Yes. And you haven't paid for the damages" said Qilla, upset.

"Geez, I changed this afternoon. I'm going to the ATM to get some money, bring it!" azriel.

He walked to the bathroom, as if he had memorized the position of the bathroom where. Azriel continued to step towards the bathroom.

Qilla himself headed for the kitchen, behind the house. There were two kitchens in Qilla's house, one with wood and one inside with a stove. Usually if the gas if exhausted will use firewood at the back of the house, and at this time Qilla and her mother cook using firewood because the gas runs out.

"Azriel is awake?" ask Nima's mother.

"Go to the bathroom, ma'am." replied Qilla kneading the dough.

Today he will sell cilok at home first, because it has not sold five days. Revenue had decreased, so he would sell at home before his cart was there.

Before long, Azriel appeared at the door, and she stood watching as Qilla was kneading the cilok dough. Nima's mother turned her head towards Azriel, she smiled at him.

"Here son, you want to make coffee?" ask Nima's mother.

Qilla turned her head, then sneered while her hand was still kneading the cilok dough.

"Cih, in the coffee tawari. Work first, cut wood" said Qilla.

Azriel glanced at the girl, she approached Nima's mother and sat in the bamboo hall. He picked up a glass of black coffee that had been brewed by his mother Qilla.

"Didn't his mother find you staying here again?" ask Nima's mother.

"Gega ma'am, my papa mama is relaxed" replied Azriel.

"She had a fight with her mom and dad last night. So, he stopped by again" said Qilla interrupting the chatter of mother and Azriel. Of course Qilla had a sharp look from Azriel, but the girl gave a cynical glance back at him.

But for Azriel, she was very comfortable living in Qilla's house. The lilted salesgirl he hit his wagon during a wild motorcycle race, he smiled to himself given the events of that field time. He smiled to himself with those memories.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

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