
Currently Gilang looks thinking, while biting - bite his lower lip.
"Ojol....,ojol..., who is he..? which is so ojol in the housing near here.?, em....ahaaa..!, mang Ucup....!, yes..ya...ya.., mang Ucup is his friend father, must be good to say. Gilang also immediately pull out of his room, continue to rush to the front door. Father and mother who were busy watching television was disturbed by Gilang who arrived - suddenly ran through there.
" It's night, where's Lang going? ",asked his mother.
" Em."., for a moment Gilang seemed hesitant, but he could not lie with his parents .
"Tell me to Dhea's house for a second ma'am..".
"Huh...!! nights - nights like this.?!, why not wrong Lang...?!, later you can be snatched by the police, can not wait tomorrow.
" Dhea was hungry, asking for food...".
"But how do you say that?., same guard at the compound... ? ".
" Gilang must be disguised as ojol, and deliver food orders Dhea.. ".
"Do you have to get to that.?!", are you sure Lang? ", said his mother worried.
" Sure dong bu, just calm mother, anyways our intentions are good, not evil... ".
" Yes already, you heart - heart only. If you can go home quickly, not good to the house of people night - gini night, anyways you are not married.... ".
" Yes.bu, Gilang will return soon".
After greeting his father and mother. Gilang also took out his motorbike and was ready to carry out his mission tonight, which is a mission to Dhea's house, by disguising himself as an ojol or ojek online.
Gilang immediately went to the house of the mang Ucup to borrow his ojol jacket. It only took ten minutes to get to his house. Gilang parked his motorbike and then he got down from it. He stepped in front of the door because he wanted to knock. But once on the call - call and tap - tap still no one comes out. Gilang kept waiting and then knocked on it once again heard the sound of steps from inside the house, the door opened and out a mother - mother, his wife mang ucup, Gilang did recognize him.
"Assalammualaikum ma'am", said Gilang politely.
" Greetings waalaikum...., what's wrong Lang? ".
" Mang Ucupnya has gone home yet ma'am? ".
" Oh..., it's been home, but go again, don't tell me where the hell to go, do find a mang Ucup what needs Lang? ".
"I want to borrow a jacket ojolnya mang Ucup can not ma'am.., just a moment, later I return it again".
" Oh it's there anyway, the rich mang Ucup has five jackets. The signal just go in choose itself which one would. ", said his wife mang Ucup invite Gilang to enter and choose for themselves a jacket ojol who want to borrow.
" This one's mom, I'll give it back".
"Why Lang, tomorrow-tomorrow can also, there are still many in exchange for this.... ".
" em's... Well if so, . , I say goodbye first ma'am, because it's hunting-hunt... ".
" Yes.iya, Lang's heart, don't be too hunted too".
"Well, I know ma'am, thank you. Assalammualaikum... ".
" Greetings waalaikum..".
After wearing his ojol jacket, Gilang darted away to find a meatball shop. It is not difficult for Gilang to find a meatball shop, because it can be said almost along the road that he passed, the average meatball and chicken noodle seller, besides that there is a ketoprak seller, fried rice and Lamongan. Meatballs urate was already in Gilang's hands, without waiting for long, Gilang directly headed to Dhea's house. Arriving at the guard post turned out Gilang directly checked by the fat body security.
"Stop it first, try to show his identity card and helmet also please open... ".
Then the Gilang identity card is checked by a fat security.
Glad to be stubborn - his face began to turn anxious. The problem is that he is afraid of being asked for an online ojek membership card. Gilang did not dare to look at that security. Then the officer looked at Gilang and he said.
" Lang.., Gilang.., tumben nights - nights like this are still no order... ".
Missing was shocked, then he looked at the security in surprise.
" Who is this father?, who..know me well...? ".
" You are arrogant Lang, that time just forgot."., ", said the fat security while opening his hat.
" Mem...memet...?, this is actually Memet..?!, my God..., this is really you Met...?!! ", shouted Gilang as if still in disbelief.
" Well, who do you think you are? ".
" okay... Okay..., wait a minute, Met.., I'll come back later, I want to send this first", said Gilang while showing meatballs Dhea orders.
"Let's talk again Met, kam...you don't go where - manakan...?! ", said Gilang while walking his dirt.
" Partially I want to go where the hell Lang?, I'll work yes here", said security named Memet laughing. Gilang also entered the complex without encountering difficulties. And now just to call Dhea out, Gilang stood in front of the gate while holding his phone that was connected to Dhea.
" I'm at the door of the house".
"Your door or Dhea's door, Lang? ",asked Dhea while laughing loosely.
"Well, this is a child, want to be in a pit?, here...!! ".
" Yes.., yes.., very fierce indeed his ojol", said Dhea.
Gilang. The phone connection is also closed. Dhea came out while settling - sludge, afraid to make a sound, later even caught Omah, if caught by Pak Karyo he could still compromise. The front door of the house was opened, but it made a slight squeaking sound, which indicated that the door hinges should be laced with oil so as not to dry. Arriving at the front, Dhea ran - running towards the gate, but suddenly Dhea stopped.
"Geez.the key.the key.., muttered Dhea slowly while running into the house Gilang who saw it so panic. Not long after that Dhea came out again while running, while in front of the door was installed, but.
" God...kok can not enter.., hinga can nih Lang. ", said Dhea panicked.
" Let me see. , ka..., this wealth is not the key... ".
"Does Lang...? ".
Dhea was watching the key closely.
" Oh yeah, it's a lock on the back door near the kitchen... ".
Dhea ran into the house. Gilang be bengong.
Not how long Dhea ran out again while brandishing the key, but the key instead fell under the car.
Dhea was looking while bending over, but because there was no light so it was a little dark, because the decorative lights in the garden were not so bright, because the lights in the garden was not so bright, so the light is not able to reach to the place where Dhea is looking for the key, which there Dhea just feel - palpation.
"Switch, where the hell is it... ? ".
" Dhe. there is a hing", whispered Gilang from the front of the fence.
"Wait for Lang... ".
Then Dhea stood up and ran towards the gate and opened it. KLU..!!
" Eventually."., ", said Dhea pleased. After the door was opened, Dhea immediately hugged Gilang with vigor. The hue on his face exuded matchless happiness.
" It's great to see you Lang... ".
" Yaaaahh, I just got home from here this afternoon.... ".
" But don't know why, how it feels to miss you, Lang...... ".
" His name is also Kasmaran Dhe, especially are we just so, just dating, right..? ".
Dhea doesn't bully. All he knew was hugging Gilang tightly - tightly.
" Dhe.this is the meatball.. ".
" Don't want to ah.., make you Lang.. ".
" Lho kok.., he said he was hungry, asked to buy meatballs... ".
" Dhea didn't want her meat, Dhea just wanted her ojol... ".
Gilangpun giggles.
" Sssstt.., Omah will be heard" said Dhea slowly, while covering Gilang's mouth.
"Yes.., sorry.... ".And cengar - grin.
Then Dhea hugged Gilang again, as if she was afraid of losing Gilang.
" Yes, better now the meatballs, we eat the same, how about..? ".
Dhea smiled as she nodded and said.
" Ready boss...!!! ".
" Amiiiiiiinnn., yes easy - hopefully later, I can be your boss.. ".
Then Gilang and Dhea laughed loosely, but suddenly they both stopped laughing and closed their mouths, while glancing at the two of them holding their breath.
Not long after, looks Gilang was busy feeding Dhea eating meatballs, while Gilang occasionally join in eating.