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Anit POVs

Hah what did Arya mean, he broke his promise.Trus this mas Pras,ngapain also use nawarin himself to nganter.Cih.if not for being trapped ogah theatrics I dianterin him.

Okay,okay.I have to set a strategy.How can I still go home without being escorted by Phitekhantropus.Mas Pras.

After a long debate and a little disappointed in the verdict mas Arya, I finally agreed to the request of Arya mas to mas Pras who replaced him to take me home.

Actually here is not a matter of who wants to take me home anyway, but more to the comfort of aja.Because honestly I prefer to take the bus than have one car with this Phitekantropus.Iiihh really not.

"Alright mas mas Arya, ngga papa let mas Pras alone take me", I said to mas Arya.

As soon as I heard my sentence of approval, immediately mas Pras grabbed my bag and put it in the car mas Pras.

After saying goodbye, I immediately stepped into the car, at first I wanted to sit in the back seat, but mas Pras had already opened the passenger door next to the steering bench.

With a fake smile I finally got into his car.During the trip no one opened his voice between us.The atmosphere turned awkward.Thus I finally dared myself to start the conversation.

"Mas!", I cried

"Yes", he answered briefly as short as my call.Tsk

"Ngantar Anit keterminal aja yes!", I asked mas Pras.

"What, what do you mean?", asked Mas Pras.

"Yes, please take between Anit aja.Anit want to go back by bus only" I replied.

"Who can, I have to ask you.Mas must answer what later if Arya asks", replied Mas Pras.

"Jawab just what it is, that's just a bother" I replied.

"Gga can deck, mass must be between you.Don't get rich gini deck.Okay mas admit mas wrong, but please don't stay away and ignore mas!", replied Mas Pras.

"Why should that be??Indeed there is a relationship between Anit and mas Pras?", I asked."Isn't our relationship just a charade?", I asked again.

"Everything if you do not want to go between, mendingan you do not need to go home!", cried Mas Pras.

"Rather than going home on the bus, I take you home to my parents.Dinikahin is much better than I lost Anit", my inner man.

Then I stepped on the gas pedal and drove my car at high speed.

"Where are we going?", I asked when I saw the Prambanan bus terminal passed by mas Pras just like that.

"Don't - don't I want to be taken home this village", my inner heart when I see mas Pras continue to drive his car eastward.

"Mas stop the car, or I jump!", threatened me so that mas Pras immediately stop the speed of the car.

"Ngga, mas will not stop.You want to bring it back to Tulung Agung" he said.

Hearing his words, I was desperate to get out of the car that was speeding up with his fast.Kubuka car door lock and ready to open the car, but suddenly mas Pras stopped.

"What are you doing deck!", cried mas Pras while tapping my arm."All right my way between you to the terminal, but please do not repeat again get out of the car that drove, it is very dangerous, you know it!", he said again.

I also undo my intention to get out of the car.After my lips lifted.

"Who told to mess with Anit.Dikira I don't know what if mas Pras would take me to his village.Dasar Phitekantropus", I muttered in my heart.

Shortly thereafter we arrived at the Prambanan bus terminal.I immediately got out of the car and immediately got on the bus.

I saw Pras talking for a while with the driver, whatever they were talking about.After I sat on the bus, Mas Pras did not leave the terminal immediately.

He was still sitting on his car stamp watching me, but I ignored his gaze.

Ten minutes later the bus started to drive away from the terminal.But I looked back, Pras still looked at the bus.

I still look back until Mas Pras is no longer visible.

"Truthfully I'm actually starting to fall in love with you Phitekantropus", I muttered.

The bus was traveling at a speed heading to my hometown, Bejiharjo.Where tomorrow will be held a clean ceremony of the hamlet or in my village called rasulan.

There will be many activities later.Among them the afternoon is usually filled with volleyball matches and also ball feet.

In the evening there will be a lecture, which previously also held prayers for Christians.

The highlight of the event is usually held a traditional ceremony filled with traditional arts in the form of klenengan and reog dance.

And every two years always held a cultural parade.This march is followed by all levels of society, ranging from children to adults.And coincidentally this year will be held a parade.

I was quite enthusiastic just by imagining it.Shadowed how lively the apostolic tradition this time.

An hour later, the bus I was on reached my village.I immediately went down and rushed to find a motorcycle taxi driver.

Access to my village is most easily mocked by ojek.But because the terrain is difficult, but because there is no transportation that reaches my hometown.

After getting a motorcycle taxi driver, Akunoun immediately hitchhiked and the driver pack glided to my village, precisely arranged Grogol V.

It took about a quarter of an hour to get to my house using a medium-speed motor.

After a quarter of an hour passed, I also reached the front porch of my house.Kubayar service ojek, then I stepped my feet towards the door of my house.

"Assalamu'alaikum!", I cried at the house.

From inside the house came my greeting, then someone opened the door.

"Wa'alaikumsalam", answered the occupants of the house and took me inside.

"You died rene jam piro nduk (since leaving here at what time nduk)", asked my mother.

"Mak ngapunten, you're at pinten (at what time)," I answered while kissing the back of my mother's hand."Healthy mom?" my many.

"Alhandulillah healthy!", answered mamak.

"Thank God, if that's the case", I replied.

"Yo wes kono lek break.Ngko bengi ration ngisi sholawatan to(yes already rest there.Later night ration sholawatan right?)", asked mamak.

"Sign mak.Nggih mpun Anit tilem riyen nggih mak (iya mak.Ya already Anit sleep first yes mak)!", I answered, then I walked to the room and immediately lay down.

Just about to be closed, suddenly the shadow of mas Pras when stealing my kiss was imagined.

"Astaghfirullah.!", I cried while neutralizing my heartbeat."I can be a shameful thing like that", my grumbling.

I also immediately recited that my dirty thoughts soon disappeared.And finally I fell asleep.

TB

Rasulan\=custom event to celebrate the harvest.

Klenengan\=traditional art in the form of music sprinkled from a set of gamelan.

*Reo's dance*g*\= is a dance performed by several men or women with accompanied by bende music and drumming.

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