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

Chapter 31: SMS from Dhea makes Panic.

Early in the morning Gilang had woken up, because Gilang planned to pick up Ipenk and leave for the same campus.

"Today's Lang's lecture...? ", asked his mother while brewing coffee for his father.

"Today enter dong bu, because yesterday Gilang has permission not to enter one day, afraid he missed the course".

Gilang walked to the dining table, where there was already the same father Lilis, not long after which the mother followed and sat beside Gilang.

" That's Ipenk's motorbike don't forget to return" said the mother.

"This is also all you want to pick up Ipenk, continue to the campus together" said Gilang while busy breakfast .

Finished with breakfast Gilang was ready - ready to go to college. Half an hour later Gilang was already on the road, which was crowded and jammed, dust flying, street vendors were busy peddling his wares. Angkot - an angkot waiting for passengers. The ojol who were chatting. Gilang began to fidget, he also tried to find a gap in the road that he could pass to avoid traffic jams. He also saw, some bikers who turned and entered a small road. Previously Gilang was just a wander, and in the end he took the same choice. Gilang also followed several bikers to pass the small road. And the small road he passed was actually not jammed or crowded vehicles, but crowded with children and mothers. The small and crowded road, would not want to make Gilang slow down the speed of his motorbike, and sometimes he seemed to snort annoyed. And after almost half an hour he passed the small road, he went out and reached a fairly large road. Gilang recognized the road, it turned out that the road was the way to the market where his father Gilang sold, then besides the market there was a small alley that penetrated to the house of Ipenk. And Gilang turned and headed to the small alley. Fifteen minutes later, Gilang had entered the residential area of Ipenk, once in the front yard of his house was still not seen, and Gilang was down from the motorbike. He was about to knock, but someone opened the door for him.

"Eh.... Assalammualaikum... ".

" Waalaikum greetings Lang, wait a moment yes , his Ipenk is still in the room... ".

" Yes.., it's okay mom, I just wait here.

"Tell me what to drink.?, or breakfast first well inside with Ipenk... ".

" Yes, thank you mom, I had breakfast at home... ".

" Drinks.... ?".

" Don't ma'am., it's also been drinking a lot at home" said Gilang while he heard - grin.

"That's why you go in first Lang".

" Yes mom... ".

After his mother Ipenk entered, Gilang was a fad - a prank took out his cellphone. Turns out the phone went out, maybe the battery ran out. Gilang went into his house Ipenk.

" Penk", call Gilang.

"Yuph..!, Lang!!, enter first, bro...!! ", cried Ipenk from his room. His mother Ipenk who was preparing breakfast saw Gilang and said

" Just go in Lang, Ipenk again in his room... ".

" Yes ma'am."., said Gilang with a friendly smile.

Gilang went into the room of Ipenk, he saw Ipenk who was changing his foot bandage.

" How are you doing Penk...? ".

" That's fine... ".

" Wear bandages...? ".

" Wear it, afraid of dust, because it is not so dry yet... ".

Mangosteen mangosteen - mangosteen.

"Eh Penk, borrow a mobile phone dong, my phone is out... ".

" Oh, on the table... ".

Gilang also took the mobile phone cas located on the table and began striking the cas to the socket that was installed on the wall of the house and then Gilang turned on his cellphone. After the phone flashed and displayed to the main screen, Gilang's eyes were shocked. How not, twenty incoming calls and fifteen voice messages and eighteen text messages, enough to make Gilang's heart escape from his body. He started to panic.

Lang...? ", call Ipenk when he sees something is wrong with Gilang, but Gilang is like a daze he looks like he wants to talk, but his voice does not sound, like it is lost in the earth.

" Lang..?, Gilang... ? ; you.., you why Lang?", call Ipenk again and this time, he starts to panic. Gilang also showed his phone to Ipenk.

"Ah.., crazy you Lang.., kirain what's up. ", Ipenk said while breathing a sigh of relief.

" Penk.., pu.., have drinking water ga..? ", ask Gilang spelled - brick. "Teng..,throat.me ..ke.dry.. ".

Ipenk was hunted - buru gave water to drink by Gilang.

" Therefore Lang , have a rich mobile phone without having a mobile phone. Sometimes there are important problems we do not know, relatives, family, even friends are made sprains, how do you?, contact our phones, rich again contact super busy artists... ".

Well, rich gini will make work, what reason would you like to explain with Dhea...? ", asked Ipenk, and Gilang could only shake his head.

" How about Penk...? ", Gilang said confusedly.

" Honest is the right metaphor, so I don't need to be clear anymore. Be careful not to lie..!!, if you lie.., say, it will become your habit..!! ".

Gilang nodded his head.

" Thank's bro, remember me".

Ipenk also gave a thumbs up (thumbs up, but not the big toe).

Half an hour later Gilang and Ipenk were already at the red light, they were also stuck in a fairly long traffic jam. The scorching sunlight this morning made many bikers complain that there were even those who were in the shade, not least Gilang who was piggybacking on Ipenk .

"The rules were not to pass here, Penk. ", said Gilang while wiping his sweat as large as corn.

" There was actually a more practical detour just further up to the campus".

"Well light turns away from the heat - the heat in the red light... ".

" Yes too" said Ipenk while looking for a gap to turn, because the road they want to go through now seems to be not possible. Ipenk saw something.

"It's him" said Ipenk, pointing at the doger ice seller.

" O little alley next to the ice vendor, ", guess Gilang. Then he turned, and followed some people who entered through the small alley.

" Lang.., Lang.., stop Lang, buy ice first dong, really rush, gini-rich weather, drink ice for a while... ".

Gilang stopped his motorbike, then stayed beside an ice doger seller who was sheltering under a large tree.

" Penk is coming home from college... ". Gilang did not continue the words - he said, his mouth was filled with ice.

" Will you..., won't practice again? ", guess the Ipenk. Gilang was silent for a moment then nodded still while enjoying his ice

" You've missed practice how many times Lang? ".

Gilang.

" Don't often - often Deh Lang, not good as Mr. Heri... ".

Gilang was silent. " Will it be afternoon Penk? ", Gilang said after thinking for a long time.

" Maybe... ".

" Love me one more day well Penk... ".

" I don't know Lang, what reason should I explain to Mr Heri ? ".

Gilang was silent again.

" Well, this morning, Dhea was sulking again, when did you pick up the phone ? ".

" That problem I explained was the same with Dhea... ".

" And....? ".

" Ak..I've promised.., same Dhea to meet him today, it's after Penk's college... ".

Now it was Ipenk's turn to be silent. Then he looked at Gilang.

" Yes, this time I will help you, but Lang.., next time you have to be professional, because it concerns your career and future... ".

Gilang nodded slowly.

" Thank you very much Penk, you are indeed the best friend, the best I know... ".

" OK...., now we leave. ", said Ipenk while returning the glass and paying for the ice for both.