Leaning My Naughty

Maaf

To esokan day.

“This week, Grandpa and Grandma are not busy, where do you want the weekend to go?” asked Arnel as they were enjoying breakfast.

“At home aja.” sahut Satria flat.

“You sure you don't want to go anywhere?” tymphal Aira's.

“Gak. Jimi and Akbar want to stay here, during school holidays.” sahut, without asking the opinion of Grandma and Grandpa, whether the two parents allow guests to stay overnight.

“Indeed they have asked permission?” ask Aira.

“Testing. Not my business.” he replied.

Aira and Arnel could only smile discordantly at hearing.

Satria finished her breakfast, drank a glass of warm milk. “One more month my 17th birthday. I want a gift.” said Satria suddenly.

“Of course Grandma and Grandpa remember, we will not forget the gift for you, this time you want what gift?” ask Aira softly.

“Later I told.” Wipe his mouth with a tissue, then walk away from Grandma and Grandpa.

Really disrespectful, who told you to spoil him since childhood!

“Why look at me like that?” ask Arnel.

“He's the same as you used to be, this is all because you spoiled him!”

Arnel put his breakfast in his mouth, until his mouth was full, not wanting to answer anything, because the edges he would be blamed. 'Article one, women are always right, chapter two, if women are wrong, return to chapter one.'

If you don't like that, please sleep outside, roll in the cold night breeze without a warm embrace of Aira. Oh, No! Arnel can't.

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Satria sat on the terrace, looking at Nurbaya watering the flowers in the front yard. The girl also stole a glance. But the selling snobs are expensive, because he felt angry because he was insulted last night by the naughty young man.

“What's a look?!” Glare ones eyes.

“Iih, who's looking, Brother. I just saw Mang Asep cut flowers, he could carve like Disneyland Palace.” elak Satria.

Nurbaya grunts sebal. His face was red, embarrassed, misbehaved. 'Aaaahhh! It sucks, you Naughty Boy!'

Drrta! Drrta! Nurbaya's phone rings.

[Green color, huh?]

Instantly smoke like gushed from his jellyfish,

He immediately put the flower sprinkler kettles, dragging Satria's ears as hard as he could. “Basic Perverted Boy, you said you didn't see me, but is that what you saw, huh?!” the fiery Nurbaya.

“Ow, sick, Brother! What am I wrong? Isn't this page green?” sahut Satria's.

The deg! The reddishness of the Nurbaya's face. Embarrassed.

“Bokah Naughty!” her sciatica, Nurbaya beat up Nurbaya's arm.

“Nurbaya, what are you doing? Why did you beat up Young Master like that?” exclaim Bi Mona who just brought a snack of pieces of fruit for Satria.

“Hiks...Hix... Hiks...” Nurbaya cried, then ran her fast.

“Kakak!” Satria.

Nurbaya ran into the room, locked the room.

“Kakak!” call Satria.

“Kakak, forgive me,” said Satria lirih.

“Kakak..”.

Satria was silent at the door of Nurbaya's room.

Why does Nurbaya cry? The girl was very shy, ashamed of herself who was thinking things out, ashamed of getting used to it and opium about Satria's touch, while the young man was ordinary, just plain, even just now the young man said the courtyard was green, whereas he thought green was the color of his underwear.

If Nurbaya knew, Satria felt the same as herself, pounding, ashamed, but the young man had to be more courageous, because all this time, if he relented and did not subdue his ego, he said, it will not reach this stage. The approaching Nurbaya stage.

The green that he said, was true, he accidentally saw Nurbaya's underwear as he ducked. So, he was just a fad as usual, but it was not expected that Nurbaya even cried.

Now the young man felt sad and blamed himself.

“Kak, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm not gonna joke like that again. Sorry.” He bowed languidly.

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