Love is Not Just a Word

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I see Mr. Satpam is still looking for my helmet. Thoroughly inspect one by one from different motors. From the west end to the east end then south and north.

"When the helmet met"

" Sir, this isn't his helmet? There are pictures of horse stickers, right? "

" Mom"

"Mbak?? Here's the helmet I've met''.

" Haa... Whataa Sir? where's my helmet sir?"

" Oh my goodness, Ma'am, Ka". Ask Pak Satpam and Sukma simultaneously.

''Ma ''Ma.. Maafff's. Uh yes sir this is my helmet. But where was the helmet, sir??''

" The gray dimotor is below" he explained as he stepped towards the security guard post and did not forget to shake hands and say thank you. But the security guard said, "Dimotor in ash?". Ah it's probably who has a motor on my mind his friend's motorbike. Positive thinking drops even though new in this complex situation.

''How is it being relieved now? Uhhhh the crybaby of his helmet is gone until it's as excited as it is.... Ckckckck''

''Ngledek persatss, yaudah instead I treat you to eat deh diwarung our favorite meatballs that deket paddy fields yes''.

"Wahhh.... Come on let's just say about eating mah, No responsibility directly grind anyway Hahahaha".

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Duk duk

"What the hell is that noise, don't know what new people enjoy beautiful sleeping flowers?"

I looked at the back yard of my house through my bedroom window. I faintly heard someone calling me. It turns out that the field is full of village children who are sporting none other than and have not been asked anymore sport in my village is voliball sport.

"Who's waste?? I'm confused.

"That's you know, the next village boy gondrong".

"Oalahhhh hahahha, yes my people are not looking for it". Suddenly everyone laughed after I said so, especially laughing because of the child called Sumpah.

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The day passed

Holidays also come that are very long awaited - wait and wait. Stews, eating, sleeping, malesan deh anyway Bossanyaaaa at home, if at home want school. School wants it at home. Huffttt elementary school children today want a good life continues.

Drttt drttt

Who the hell is this hour already disturbed . Curse my cute phone with heart - heart and it turns..

"Assalamualaikum, sorry to disturb, this is me Sewaan who plays volleyball in the field of your house".

I remember - remember again who the hell is the person who inboxed me. But he said that Sewahan maen volleyed?. Oh, my God, that cuddly wasp?.. Still confused and keep me checking again that no other ngestalk hehehe. Ohhh His real name is Eno aji Sutrisno, I saw again photos - status photos and uploads - uploads. It turns out that he did not have the heart because he was waiting for a long reply from me that was written three days ago. Why just go in try?

"iya Wa'alaikumsalam, don't bother me"

"Can you ask for your whatsaap number? Sorry sassy"

"Ohh yeah wait a minute, I don't memorize the problem''. Whattt's? Why is it so easy to give my whatsapp number to him? Usually I do not carelessly this thanks to people who do not know even though it's a girl . Yes, I already said how to do it again. Mumbles

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