KIRANA (She Is She Too)
The eps 39
"Moved?" Yoga surprised.
"Yes, Mas. Moved this afternoon." The mother repeated her words again.
"Where's Ma?"
"Where do I know, my. My people are not being moved." replied the mother with a laugh.
The mother's jokes don't make Yoga laugh. A crisp joke that even makes him more dizzy.
"There's more Mas? If I want to go home."
"Ah wait Mom!"
"If Ana's house, do you know?"
"Ana's? Who yeah? I never knew there was such a thing as Ana here. What kind of person is Mas?" The mother seemed to think. After all, there was no one named Ana in the area where he lived.
"Just a minute, Mom." Yoga turned around and opened the car door to pick up her phone.
"Here, Mom." Yoga showed the wallpaper on her phone screen.
"Well, this is what I'm looking for" said the mother by patting the eel. He felt this young man in front of him who was now joking.
"I mean Mom?"
"Yes, this is dance. How the hell is this?"
"It's Ana, Mom. Different from Dance." Yoga tries to explain by pointing at the screen of his phone.
"After Mas. Ana and Tari" the mother began to think.
"Oh, so the name of the sale is Ana? Too bad you are Mas, still young already smitten girl does not really that."
The one who Yoga caught from the mother's speech was Ana who was indeed a night worker. He confirmed that he had fallen in love with the girl. However, what still puzzled her was the mother's statement that Dance was Ana. Obviously they are very different. Beautiful dance, but more beautiful Ana according to him.
"Bunung huh?"
"Yes, Mom. Please explain what Mom said just now?"
"The Dance did indeed work in Mas's nightclub. He's no real boy, every malem his sisters left behind and just want to work to be a satisfied boy." The mother started her lip exercises.
"Well, what I caught is this. Market name This dance is it, Ana. So they're one man. Mas aja bo*doh want to be lied to the same girl not really that." he added.
"I still don't understand Mom, Dance is my best friend at school. She's a good girl." Yoga tries to defend his best friend. His face began to be upset because of the words of the mother of today.
"Well how? She's a night worker. If you don't believe ask me about the Rudi, subscribe to the Ojek of the Dance." Mother is ninyir.
"Oh yes, she was an om-om! Sometimes yes, if the night often comes home between the om-om. Dih, I want the same with him."
Yoga fell silent, he no longer listened to the mother's babble. Yoga is too deep in his own mind. He still could not digest all the words of those mothers.
"Well, I'm really dumb. Yes, I went home first. Ati-ati Mas, only used by the Dance." The mother passed away leaving Yoga still silent.
After the departure of the mother who knew who it was, Yoga leaned back in his car with a look at the house of Dance that was pitch black. Is it true that Dance is Ana? How come? Dari is a geeky girl who knows nothing whereas Ana, she is a beautiful girl. Should be investigated immediately. Right, Yoga should find out. Yoga got into his car and left the place.
"When do we want to go home?" tanya Tari while putting a cup of milk coffee for the papi on the family room table.
Right now, Mr. Anton and Tari are relaxing in the living room. Mr. Anton looked solemnly observing the flat screen in his hand. There are serious things he has to deal with now. Not about his job at the office. Except for the child, Yoga. One who was assigned to Yoga just reported what he saw. Yoga is finding out about the existence of Dance as well as Ana. Mr. Anton has to get ready if anything happens later.
"White?"
"Eh, is it baby?" The man was surprised. Too focused on his phone to ignore the sweet girl who was already sitting next to him. Mr. Anton immediately put his cell phone on the table and noticed the girl.
"Weep if you already hold it, Dance immediately dicuekin." grumbled.
"Haha ... Cie's jealous with the device." ledek the papi.
"Eh, no!" elak Dance.
Mr. Anton chuckled, he was worried about the girl's behavior. This is what he missed. The adorable spoiled behavior of the idol is rarely seen lately. More precisely after the arrival of Yoga that indirectly interfere with their relationship.
"Flame, even laugh." The girl was getting upset.
"You're gemesin."
"It hurts!" keluh Tari because the papi pinched the two cheeks.
Mr. Anton laughed again, his manic ceaselessly looking at the gelagat the girl who he thought was very adorable. His gaze stopped on the lips of Dance. Lips thin pink and wet, ah ... Very sweet lips when crushed and dilu*mat.
"Darling," Now the man had a serious face.
"Yes, Pih?" tanya Dance with her beautiful face.
"Can?" The man rubbed Tari's lips with his thumb. His eyes would not be off those lips.
Understanding what the papi wanted, the girl fell silent. Suddenly a nervousness attacked him. What should he do now? Do you want to or should you refuse?
"Emh," Dance froze.
Not yet had he answered the question from the papi, the man had attacked him suddenly. Perhaps the old man was already impatiently waiting for the girl's approval. Looking at the rancid lips that teased her earlier. Mr. Anton melu*mat lips Dance slowly and gently. Her hand slid behind Dance's ear gently. Trying to make her girl as comfortable as possible.
Dance is silent. Even though last night they had done it, he still felt nervous and not used to it. Feeling that his co-star was silent, Mr. Anton let go of his ciu. Mr. Anton looked at Dari with a glare.
"Sorry, baby." she said softly.
Mr. Anton distanced himself. He was afraid of hurting the girl again. Moreover, Tari does not respond ciu*manya. The man grabbed a glass of milk coffee that was cold in front of him and drank it up to the toilet. As for Dance, she simply observed every action that her papi did. The girl saw a look of disappointment on the face of the papi.
"We're going home now, right? You have to go to school tomorrow." Mr. Anton smiled. Then he got up from his seat.
"White," Dance held the papi to step. His hand tightly gripped Mr. Anton's arm.
"Yes, honey?" the man looked.
"May." shrieked the girl then lowered his head.
Mr. Anton sat back to his place. Staring at her girl intensely. She felt ambiguous with the words Dance. Can I go home, or can I do it again?
