Little Time Fairy Tale (The Story Of Gilang And Dhea).

Chapter 19: Romeo and Juliet.

"Thankful Penk. Ipenk punched Gilang's shoulder.

" This time you can escape bro, but next time the power is a bit difficult." said Ipenk with a smile. Silang was silent as if he was thinking of something.

" Already...,sana ..., do your job, someone will wait a long time...!! ", said Ipenk broke the Gilang reverie.

" Okay.thank's really bro.!!, then I go first Penk, maybe later tonight I'm here again ".

"Don't forget to bring food too..!! ", said Ipenk while giggling.

" Martabak is going..?!! ", ask Gilang.

" Boseeen....ah!!, the other cake.., the toast is delicious..!!, but the same message from the person, burn it with charcoal do not use incense !! ".

" Ih...horor ah.....!!, stress you Penk..!! ", chirps Gilang.

Ipenk laughed out loud - Bahak.

" Oh yeah Lang, where's my bike? ", ask Ipenk.

" You said he asked for titipin first...".

" Uh yes. yes.., so forget.". ", Ipenk said with a cry... " Can still be used, Lang? ",. " the rich can still.... "..

" Later try to go there for a while, if you can still use it. Let's go to Dhea's house not eat time".

" Yes Penk I understand, thanks a lot bro, I go first yes", said Gilang. "Eh but Penk, do you want me to help you get to the house? ", asked Gilang while holding Ipenk.

" What the hell bro, you just go have been waiting for Dhea tuh.... ".

" You sure Penk? ".

" Yes, I'll be able to do it myself".

" Okay then, I'll go first.!! ", said Gilang buru.

" Yuph.., heart - heart bro... ".

Not even waiting anymore. After waving his hand to Ipenk he immediately stepped away from it, with a small laugh.

After Gilang disappeared in the corner of the road, Ipenk also walked into the house while stumbling - seok. His mother who was about to dry clothes so jolted in shock.

"I... Ipenk?!..ka... Why you penk!! ", how did it become like that?! ", cried Ipenk's mother in panic.

" Lagian penk, you exist - there is, the carnival event seventeen August is over, why are you still in "make over" rich ? ", said his mother.

Ipenk went to his mother.

Currently Gilang is already in the middle of the road, he rode his bike Ipenk, drove with certainty and full of enthusiasm but unfortunately, it turns out that the bike suffered a little damage in the rear tire, the rear tire, it could have been the bike was the road but a little bit of impact, so the bike was winding right and left making the speed could not be fast. Gilang can only snort annoyed. Inevitably, the motor must enter the pit stop aka enter the workshop.

" What a shit..!! ", rutuk Gilang was upset.

Now he is sitting in a workshop near the market. While waiting for the mechanic to compartmentalize - atik his rear tire , Gilang also took out a mobile phone.Then in view of the menu, he was shocked, because there were five SMS in his WhatsApp application. From Dhea all, he hurriedly opened it, then read one by one.

" Lang-, where are you again? ".

" Don't forget the clothes.. ".

"Now long time no Lang? ".

" It's still in Ipenk's place huh...?

"Gilaaaang..!!, how long is it ? ".

There are also many emojis that Dhea sends, from angry emojis to sad emojis. He became panicked and agitated, eager to reply to the SMS, but he was hesitant, what he wanted to say, and what reason he would give. He better explain everything when he has met Dhea later, so he replied to SMS dhea just like that.

" Yes, I'm already an OTW, pretty soon... ".

Gilang waited for a while, but there was no reply, also the SMS has not been read, because ..., maybe Dhea was sleeping.

" Aduuuh..., case again..... , it's always problematic...., why...? What is a sign..., ah ingga.., hingga may be deh.. ", muttered Gilang to himself. Gilang also daydreamed in the workshop while waiting for his motorbike to be repaired, meaning the Ipenk motor. His mind arrived - suddenly chaotic. Not long after, the bike was repaired. With a sluggish Gilang pushed out of the workshop then the motor was in the starter. After that Gilang went to find martabak telor dhea. And in a moment he got it. Gilang also briefly check the phone and it makes him more nervous. Grumbling all the way. His face showed a hint of disappointment. I don't know what's wrong with him. He wanted to scream loudly, but was afraid to be told crazy by the people there. And not felt, the daydream Gilang brought it to the front gate of a large house with the design of the building model - the Dutch era model. Silence was wailing - crabbing looking for the doorbell of the house . After finding the bell, Gilang pressed it twice, and suddenly there was the sound of dogs barking around him, Gilang was jolted in shock and jumped back, after that he ran towards a tree and hid behind it. Gilang peeked at Dhea's house occasionally, but something barking did not appear there.

" Where is the dog, why isn't it visible to the eye? ", asked Gilang in his heart while looking at the right and left like a clothesline. Slowly - the land walked to the gate again. Then with a feeling of anxiety - was he pushed the bell and the voice appeared again, Gilang was shocked, but this time he was a bit more courageous. And it turns out that it is also not the sound of real animals, but the sound came from the bell machine that reads if on the press . And not without reason if his family Dhea installed such a tool, because to avoid the bell was from the hands - ignorant hands. Therefore, if the bell is pressed from the outside, it will emit the sound of barking dogs and the sound is right - it is real, and if we listen to it from inside the house, it will be very important, the sound that is heard is the usual sound - usually the bell - the bell that we have heard.

" Asem, I was worked by this machine, really embarrassing." said Gilang slowly.

" Where else is the child?, do not-don't really fall asleep... ".

Gilang tried to break through his gaze to the window of Dhea's house. But.

" There is no sign - the sign, what do not - do not Dhea ngambek yah?", said Gilang slowly while looking at the slender martabak he was holding from earlier, said Gilang, then Gilang also spoke with a slender martabak that he held.

"Dhea.., sorry well, I don't mean to lie to you, but somehow every time I want to meet you, there are always obstacles, there are always obstacles that arise suddenly. Am I not to meet you?, am I not to be with you?", said Gilang merrily, let the rich in soap operas - soap operas.

" I'm sad, Dhea, I'm really sad.., we're like Romeo and Juliet... ".