Love Estafet
12
"For practice be blind." The sound made Isz Tarlonjak startled and screamed. When opening the matany, Isz immediately hit the embrace of Amir who was sitting in front of the TV.
While crying he rained down on Amir with a small punch.
"Evil, evil," Only that word went out along with his sobbing.
"Evil from it. It is even evil. Yehadah, go home" said Amir, trying to stand up. But restrained by Isz who increasingly tightened his embrace.
"Huaaaaa evil" Isz still whining his face in the field of Amir. Just like a child whining to his father.
"Eh uh, what is this. Main hug hug. Not muhrim." Suddenly Vian appeared.
Isz turned his head and loosened his wound from Amir. "Where are you from?" ask Isz.
"From beol's. Aunty whined while hugging amir anyway. Aunty sin, sinaaa." Vian lectures imitate the style of Mr. Kuntjoro beloved teacher of all students.
Instead of answering, Isz asked back.
"When are you here?" while descending from the lap Amir sat down and wiped his tears and snot.
"Yes from earlier. Aunt in room. That's why we come."
Isz also stared intently at Amir who had returned to hold his guitar. For a moment Isz remained. Remembering her fear with those voices. Then I looked back at Vian.
"Tante why cry?" ask Vian again while sitting next to Isz.
"Father. There was a bad guy in me. I'm going to bed. You guys don't go." Isz glanced at Amir and went back to the room, stomping his feet on the floor.
"The girls' basis is unclear." Gerrick Vian.
"I'm horrified, Vian." Shouted Isz who had not yet entered his room.
_Met bobo dear. Sweet dreams yes 😘_ message from Alex
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This afternoon children-ank gathers fully. Alex, Amir, Vian, Benny and Gerry of course. They were singing along with guitars and skinks. Their favorite Javanese dangdut koplo song does not stop accompanying Isz cooking activities this afternoon.
Father who just returned from work was immediately joined by the lovers of Javanese koplo dangdut. Sing and sing while lying down.
_Rino lan wengi moto iki angel dieremake mung lem Leman esem lan manise
When did I meet sak kepeeing moto
Wes marem atiku
If only I loved it, I would like to stuff ono ning kene
We will always love
Bungahe atiku sepine atiku only in a dream._
2 Dear songs sung they successfully make isz also kamit kamit singing.
"Maaasss bantuuu..." Shouted Isz from the kitchen. But none of them heard and continued to play their koplo music while singing.
"Woy.... Help..." Shouted Isz while carrying a tray containing rice there is fish, pete, and vegetable vegetables on the edge around the rice. "Bring sambel oseng the same crackers." Continue Isz.
Instantly they stopped their activities. Then, Gerry and Vian help Isz.
"Look, everybody eat first." Take father then.
They enjoy eating together. One tray for the rame-rame. They talk and sometimes they joke.
"Hahhhhhhhhhhh" Suddenly Vian with a crimson face sighed uneasily breathing right before Gerry's face.
"Peteeeeeee mix onion njiiiiimmmmm" Spontan Gerry also menoyor Vian's head until Vian fell.
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