Love Mita

Pulang Kampung's

Adits

After traveling for more than 70km in almost four hours including rest and buying fruit, they finally arrived at one of the districts located in the Cianjur Regency area at 12:30.

The simple house area of less than 100m is dominated by pandan green. In front of the house there is a room that is used as a stall and also a little yard that is used to grow vegetables with a system of tabulapot.

"Mas, it's kind of hard to let go."

He who was looking at the surrounding environment automatically looked at Mita who had difficulty removing the helmet which was slightly rusty.

"Here I help." he lowered his head to open Mita's helmet. Mita's height is only 155cm and her height is 22cm making it a little difficult.

"It's been kind of rusty because it's rarely made. I'm sorry, you tried his neck up a little upright."

Their eyes met, his heart rippled finely, his heart beating fast. He immediately threw away his worried face as Mita heard his heartbeat and could not control his expression.

"Thank You."

"Assalamualaikum Mr. Sir..." Mita turned her face towards the house.

"Huufft" he tidied back his messy hair bangs, as if understanding his heartbeat just now wasn't okay.

Mita was half screaming, only this time she heard Mita's loud voice. Perhaps as an expression of his happiness.

"Neng is here?"

Out of the stall of a young mother who still looks beautiful, typical of village mothers. Most likely Mita's mother.

"Who is Neng?"

He nodded respectfully as I realized his presence. He respectfully reached out intending to kiss her hand.

"It's Mas Adit, Mita's kosan brother."

"You're boarding in a place where mixed-up female men are Neng?" Her mother seemed to be frowning.

"No ma'am, I have a cost that Mita occupies. So like his boarding sister. I'm a princess." She's worried Mita's mother misunderstood me.

"Oh that's it. go in or in. This father Eneng nyampe." looks the mother embraces her son into the house. He smiled, waiting on the porch of a spacious house complete with one table and two plastic chairs.

He remembered something, the souvenirs that he could not find in the motorcycle hook almost forgotten.

"Mas get in here." Mita looked at her face from behind the door.

"Who is this?" it looks like the fathers in their 50s asked curiously. He also gave a parcel that he thought was not that much because he was confused what to bring. While asking Mita's opinion, he just said "whatever".

"Sister kosan Neng Pak. Who has a cost."

For the second time he bent his body.

"Ngerepotin. This is what's all about." I saw the plastic he was carrying.

"No sir, I happen to want to go to the top. All passing by." he smiled a little awkwardly.

You go back, maybe you're working on something.

"Mas Adit Ma'am." Mita who was sitting on her side made a sound.

"Already enough." he bent down feeling awkward.

"Oh yes, be more polite."

"What can I do." he smiled shyly.

"Ambilin drinks the same cake in the stall, I cook first. Don't you have anything to stay?" Mom talked to Mita

"Please, don't bother me for long." he tried as decently as possible.

"Not troublesome. Yoga where yes tea boy." I look like I'm looking for someone

"Ga, take care of the stall for a while I'm going to the kitchen." Mother called for someone half yelling towards the room behind her body.

Come the boy under his age with a cell phone and an airphone that is still attached to the ear. The boy smiled, and he replied.

He also pulled out his phone, looking back at the story he had posted while in Warpat earlier. As he was looking at his instagram notifications, he saw one of his followers that he had just seen a few days ago. The name is always on the seen list that sees his instagram story.

He does observe anyone who follows his story because he sometimes do Q&A sessions. So he memorized the new followers who followed him, even though he was not familiar in the real world.

After he checked it turned out to be just a fake account that is usually used to spy on someone, because there are no posts on the instagram feed. When he checked the list of accounts that followed, he smiled again because there were only two names there, namely himself and Mita's account.

It turns out that someone is monitoring their activity. The future will be more exciting, because surely he will be more often with the woman.

"Drinked, sorry for what it is."

Since the incident took off the helmet earlier, somehow his heart continues to beat unreasonably if he sees Mita. Their visibility was so close, it was like they were out of breath.

"What should be it? That's enough, thank you. I'm getting nerepotin."

Which was answered with a head-butt, "N upgga ngerepotin anything Mas."

Mr. Mita came back to the living room, with wet hair. Maybe just finished a shower. The man sat on the other side of the living room in the shape of the letter "U.

"You know Neng's coming home?" he looked at his little girl who looked like him. But the color of his skin and height like his mother.

"Which mother is she referring to?" he asked in his heart.

"Tau, yesterday Neng told Mom."

"Know did you get Adit?" looking at Mita, Mita looked at her. Even my father looked towards him.

He now understood, the mother in question was Rama's mother.

Mita was silent for a while, she noticed Mita clingy.

"Sister Rama to America. I think today I'm leaving."

It turns out that his father already knew Mita's relationship with the man.

He improved his sitting position, "Weight" when the name Rama was already mentioned in this family.