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#Fourty Eight

I saw a young man there.

Inside the house, Mrs Ratih is standing now a guy who I thought might be my age or less. Her hair was black and silver. That's it. Types of slang kids I won't lyrics to.

In addition, he also had a piercing on his left ear, with a small earring there. His whole face .. yes handsome. Typical of young people who are part of the slang, or I don't know. I felt that the guy was overdressing for the size of a guy who lives in a village like this.

When our eyes met, he rounded his eyes at me. I looked at him flatly without interest. But I have to ask you, I'm actually a guest in this house.

"Sorry, who is it?" kalem.

The man cleared his throat before moving closer to me. I followed the direction of her eyes that were peeking at me.

Why does he see me that way?

"Don't pretend .. You know me, right?!" whispers sharply. It's just a step away from me.

I turned my eyes while frowning. What did he say? Know him? When's? Whereabouts?

Was he on campus with me yesterday?

I thought hard. But still ... "No knowing!"

"Don't lie! Don't pretend! I know that right now your heart must be pounding happily, right?!"

Huh huh?

This must be some crazy guy. The talk is not clear.

My eyes searched around hoping to find Bagas to ask for help driving this crazy guy away.

Poor .... young, handsome, but stressed.

"Bagas .." call me who has no answer. Looks like Bagas hasn't returned yet. And unfortunately Mrs Ratih also did not bring her phone to the rice field.

Unexpectedly, the guy suddenly smothered my mouth. Fix this criminal. He's a handsome criminal. I tried to thrash but he took both of my hands behind my body and locked them. Even the plastic containing my snacks just crashed on the floor.

I don't want to die yet, God. At least not in this way.

When I thought my ears would hear the threat after this freeze, it turned out that what I heard was an unexpected sound.

"Please .. let me hide here for a moment. Please ..." his voice sounded pleading. Even like a spoiled whine.

Lah?

Did I not hear wrong?

Why is he so lazy?

"I promise you a gift that you'll let me hide in this house until tonight. Yea? huh uh? huh uh?"

What the hell does this mean?

While I was still digesting what was happening, my feet were doing reflex movements because I was sure that this criminal was off guard.

Ahah!

I stomped his feet hard. She screamed and let go of me.

"AW! Adududududududu .. What is this girl? he was as skinny as an elephant. Scuff me. Scuff my feet. I am diomelin Sam. My precious treasure, my legs, my assets ..."

I gawk. Geez .. This is a spoiled guy like him. Just hearing from his grunts I was able to judge him.

And did he just say to me with an elephant? Huh!

He sat on the floor rubbing his socks-clad toes.

"Don't be rude dong! My feet are, expensive know!" that guy's nag. "It felt like my body was hurting." she threw herself on the floor hugging her knees. Snuggled. "Gue can't walk, I have to stay here. You have to take responsibility!"

Okay, that guy makes me sick. "Don't drama here! Go there! Or I call people and you're under siege, paraded, and burned!"

"Yes my God dragon ball! You're a girl, you're talking sadistic about it. Not happy at all what met me? Or maybe you're my haters?"

I walked towards the chair after picking up my plastic snack. Then I opened up a packet of potato chips and ate it casually. I don't know why I'm sure this guy is harmless, aka not a criminal. He's not like having the talent to be a villain because of minus guts.

"You've been mending away!" throw me away while watching his act of acting hurt.

"No. You made me sick. I'm hurt, you know."

Last time use 'me' trus 'gue' trus 'me' again, trus 'gue' again. The plin plan!

A moment later Bagas came to enter the house. He saw the guy not clearly then looked at me alternately, as if he was thinking in silence. Then he just walked into the kitchen, without responding to me or the stranger.

"Dude!" call me.

The boy stopped and looked. "Yes?"

"Do you know that guy?" point me.

Bagas looked again at the guy who was lying on the floor casually. "Not knowing." and then he went into the kitchen.

I stand from my place. "So who are you?" tanyaku sharp. "Would you like a swing?!"

I was confused as to what to answer.

"What are you doing here? Go there!"

"Well, I told you that I was just talking for a minute. It's hard for a girl to know. Eh– try to pay attention to my face," he ordered as he looked at me.

He brought his face closer to mine in a moment and surprised me. It was only a few feet away from my face.

I blinked innocently.

"Look, who do you know?" he asked while moving both his eyebrows.

"No."

"Don't pretend!"

"Cinting!"

"Okay, you might forget. Although the possibility is small, but .. try deh lo inget-inget again,"

"What targets?"

"Yes my face."

"Make what?"

"Make what?" the guy parrotted by widening his eyes. Then he sighed and said again, "Yes try to wait, maybe you've seen my face somewhere."

I try to think and remember. But it feels like this guy's face is not in the memory of the memories of my life that have been running for twenty-one years longer.

"Ingetting?" he was enthusiastic after a while.

"No."

"So seriously not snot?"

"I don't know you."

Pede how many layers is this guy? Force me so much he's.

"Not knowing?"

"No."

"His handsome face is not familiar?"

Good Lord!

"Not knowing!"

"Related?"

"Related."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Ah time anyway?"

I want to take him.

"There's no tv in the village?"

"What is the same thing with tv?" I'm still trying to be patient. I hope I never have friends like this for the rest of my life.

"I am an artist ..."

"Trus?"

"Geez, God. This woman ... this girl, this creature lives in what age until it does not know me?"

I look at him panted. The drama!

"You're a soap opera artist?" my guess. Okay, this guy does look handsome. An unusual looking 'treated' face. My friends on campus are a lot of handsome, but in front of me this is clearly different. Stylishly.

He looked at me tired. He was breathing out irritably like him. Shouldn't that be upset is me?

"Not."

"Trus?"

He took a slow breath and extended his hand to me. Then a sweet smile rose on his lips and looked sincere.

"I'll introduce you, my name is Kenneth."

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