Langinese. Me, You, and a Wound

What Is Wrong 2's

They arrived at a very luxurious house. The fences are made of iron, there is a guard accompanied by ****** which barks immediately. They went down and the guard opened the fence, ***** bark again and Key idly turned his jacket sleeve up to the elbow and bent down and showed it on ******. Lian who silently watched until sneered and whispered, "Wish!"

"Belgium!"

Key apparently heard and Lian had been silent followed by his gaze ahead. There's a pool in the sideways part of the yard. Quite spacious plus a swing close to the garage. Women with hair and hair that was half-coupled approached them when they arrived near the door. Lian herself had started to turn around and leave.

"There's, right, Bi Iyem?"

"Oh non Millanya has been gone. She's the new maid, Non?"

Bi Iyem glanced at Lian and the man did not reply with any signal. Key himself seemed less concerned until Lian was a little distant. Only when Lian's body passed the motor did she rush to catch up.

"Hey, where are you going. You can use my bike," he shouted later. Lian shook her head.

"I can ride an angkot."

"Just wear it, you can get scolded by papa. Take longer."

Lian thought for a moment then nodded casually.

"Hm .. okay. Thanks, Non Key."

The key that was just about to enter again became a snag.

"Eh why are you calling me Non?"

"Then why does Non call me you often? You know my name, right?"

"It's just ..."

"No need to hesitate to call my name. Just think of it when Non was angry at the meatball stall earlier."

Key suddenly bit his lips and then kept quiet. He nodded and Lian took another step. Strangely, it did not run towards the motor.

"Hey, you just use my bike!"

Lian stopped, but did not turn around as she waited for her next remark, and the girl looked hesitant.

"Lian," he continued half-rigidly. Why is it like this?

"Thank you, Key."

Lian went to the bike and got on, but Key didn't even get into Milla's house. Lian until frowned.

"Is there anything missing?"

Oh?

"No. Thanks and sorry."

Key hurriedly entered followed the body slightly bent down because he was so down. Her hair was even half-shuffled to cover her face. He could feel blood flowing down his cheeks. That must've made Key's cheeks reddish.

Lian just smiled followed by an indistinct slab. The next second he had stopped the motor - right after reading a message from a contact he gave the name Dik Rasi.

[Mama Andara went berserk again, Bang] and the man just laughed discordantly while hissing, Exactly as he thought!

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"Sir key ..." Not even a few minutes before, several boys immediately hugged him. Keysa's body was half tilted, but he even gave a smile.

"Kangen Sister Key." One of them spoke, his legs limping and he was holding a picture book. Key looked at it for a moment.

"Sama dong, brother Key also kaaangen same you guys."

His smile is wider.

"You must be pictures!"

They nodded with a smile, although there were also those who only tilted their heads with a flat gaze, precisely those two seven-year-old and nine-year-old boys. Andira and Rica, they've been hearing loss for a long time since Om Hardy moved him to the parlour.

"Later assessed, yes, brother, our results."

"Surely dong, sister will be like bia .. au."

Key suddenly screamed to find a pinch on his nose. As soon as he looked up his lips immediately pursed. It was Windy, he stood in front of Key without any guilt. Always like that!

"Gue thought you were crying blood because you knew Jo's fact!"

No hugs and well even that pinch and mockery. Key suddenly shook his guard.

"No, I'm not a crybaby!" answer without taste.

The boys were already scattering out after getting a kiss from Key. He apologized for not bringing the gift. Though it should be at least candy and picture books, but maybe a jumble of feelings that affect his memory.

"No whiny he is, but if jo lo problem can be like a baby!" cerecos windy who immediately got an annoyed snore from Key. This friend of his is really upsetting. Although true, but still there is a word of sympathy or what should be said just a habit of a friend to his best friend, not precisely ... uh!

"Gue was actually surprised you chose a guy like him. Too familiar and like the writings on*******just know!"

"Ah, that's because of your weird taste!"

Not Key, but Milla denied it. The girl appeared suddenly at the side of the door and ran towards Key then hugged.

"A. I miss ama lo!"

His screams echoed in the corner of the room. Windy gagged his ears with an indistinct soy sauce while Keysa grimaced. Although they are used to the attitude of Milla on that one, but they always react the same.

"Where, not success? It must be Jo, right? Don't cry Windy, he's too picky so single from the beginning. Your choice is right, really. You mostly hang up my questions, the chat is not even bales!"

This time Milla had put on a serious face but Keysa and Windy instead looked towards the hardy om who came following. The old man's wheelchair was assisted by pushing his bodyguard who then asked him to leave.

"Welcome back little princes," she said kindly with a warm hug on Key. The next minutes he had become the object of their attention, precisely when he pursued the world of painting in the back garden not far from the orphanage before finally teaching the children again.

Only Windy who parted home, he said there is a lot of work and they are not too surprised, after all the girl with a thin stature has liked the world of work since High School. Now he is studying while working in one of the famous boutiques while helping his papa textile business.

Candidates for a brilliant career maybe and not much different from Milla, but not as busy as Windy. Milla simply takes care of the sale of Om Hardy's paintings through the displays in the gallery, or at best the agreement meets with prospective buyers in a certain place. And between the two friends it was clearly Keysa who was the most different - without college, without work, and only teaching at a meager salary.

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The parking lot in front of Keysa's house was full of cars when the girl reached the white field belonging to Mama-Papa and a black BMW who did not belong to anyone.

When his eyes were busy watching the car, his gaze accidentally caught the figure of Lian hugging a veiled girl the age of Elsa. The focus was a little shifted on the two people, whether they were talking about what, and yet Keysa understood the ringing hp he was sounding and did not want to make Keysa cluck upset.

He almost deactivated it again when he thought it was John who had even been teaching until he contacted Milla just to ask Keysa to activate his phone, fortunately apparently Oma. Key picked up the phone while walking straight without closing the gate.

"Eat already?"

"New nyampek, Oma, this uda want to eat."

Quickly enter and close the door. He simply replied, "Main a minute to Om Hardy Oma's house."

Of course after hearing Oma's nagging that her snore rest after the trip. Not a few minutes later, along with Key's body sitting at the dinner table, Keysa ended the connection with the last sentence of Oma, "Tell your papa mama at once, come to his show later, Honay. Have enough rest, don't forget to eat a lot."

Keysa kept his cellphone again in the bag, rose briefly hooked the bag strap on a nail not far from where it was originally.

"Presenting his baptism show Joshua, Ma, Pa," he explained calling his cousin's name when his parents signaled the question. He sat down again to prepare his meal.

**** red, ****baked, ballad sauce, and pepper-rica fish, as well as broth chicken as usual so the menu to their day. The other two concepts of Mama's and her family's cooking are actually. For the cooking method, Keysa has memorized, distinguished simply by explaining which is halal for Mama and which is not.

Mata Keysa bought a little when he realized there was Aunt Sarra and Om Alex who joined, also with Jo? Oh God ... For what reason is this guy really in his house?

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What is jo?