Love Two Colors
chapter 1
“healah, this pack motor broke down again.” Mutters
a handsome 21-year-old white male. He sighed with rage
lowered the standard of his motorbike which arrived broke down on the road. He got off the motor
and open the motor seat. Check if he forgot to refuel
his vehicle.
“huh, the gasoline is full again. Clearly I don't know what this is
disease.” His murmuring was frustrating. He tried to turn on his motor matic
with crank. Still the motor matic the hen does not show
life signs.
“ya Allah is this. Hixes. Where does it add daylight
again.” Mumbled again. Then he took out a flat object from his pants pocket.
“Assalamualaikum ris.” Sweepings.
“wa alaikum salam, ham. Where are you ? it's not noon yet
dateng ?” there was a friendly man on the other end of the phone.
“my motorbike broke down on the way to the office. Someone can help
susulin not ?” Ask inspiration while occasionally rubbing sweat on the face because
scorching sun.
“walah ham, ham who wants nyusulin at this hour. This is you know
it's 9 o'clock. In half an hour we'll have a meeting.” Reply aris, the man who
the ilham phone.
“ya already so please permit me yes, I am late, I
musti to the workshop first. Where around here there is no workshop anymore. “ complained
ilham breathed a rough breath many times.
“oke. Sorry, very sorry, ham.” Answer Aris
“iya is okay. Yes, Assalam mualaikum.” Brainstorm
ended phone. He tried to turn the bike back on. Several times
It looked like life before it finally died again. The sweat is now
wet his white shirt.
“why the motor ?” a girl arrived with
the hair in the brown paint came down from the motor matic as well. He got off his bike while
approaching the inspiration that wants to push the motor.
Ilham glanced at a glance. “lah, once there is even a nanya
chick. Shucks.” His heart was upset.
“strike mbak.” Answer the brief inspiration.
“can I help ?” Ask the girl again. Direct inspiration
look at that girl. Her stature was slim with yellow skin
langsat typical of java. Her hair was on her back with bright brown highlights.
With a black t-shirt and short blue jeans and a sling bag
black colored. Very simple plus plain black flip-flops stick in
his feet.
“motor I broke down. Can you help ?” Ask ilham then.
He was doubtful about the girl in front of him.
“lo doubt me ?” the girl's circus is lifting her chin
nya.
“bentar deh.” Ilham scrunched his forehead while pointing
the girl in front of him. The one that shows even a smile smile.
“you're Alisa right ?! rohis boy at High School hopes filial first ?
who likes to read that book, right?!” exclamation ilham. The girl laughed.
“hahaha yes I'm Alisa. Still interested in lo.” Answer alisa. It
then I pat the back of inspiration. Spontaneous inspiration dodging
“eehhhh not muhrim.” Sahut ilham while smiling clumsy.
Alisa shook her head while smiling “liat me without sin as well
zina eyes know. Can you now say no muhrim.” Alisa chuckles.
“ya already here lo motor let me check first.” Alisa then
passing ilham. He crouched down near the inspiration motor. Watching networks
the engine in front of him. Then stand up trying to turn on it a few times. However
flunked. Then crouch again. He tried to check the motor plugs.
Fuck for a moment and then stand up again.
“lo no backup spark plug ? same spark plug lock ?” Ask alisa
In Tanya so direct inspiration grin horse “ I don't know
spark plug lock. If the spark plugs know only there is no backup also.” Answer her
Alisa takes a breath and smiles. “but you have a key key right ? motor built-in
at least.” Ask alisa again.
“ada heck in the trunk seat motor.” Answer ilham.
“ya has already come out. I'll get a spare spark plug first.
I think it's still in the trunk of my motorcycle seat.” Alisa then stepped into rah
the bike is not far from the motor. He took the spark plug that was in
motorcycle seat luggage.
Alisa squatted down again looking for the key to the spark plug to be in
use it. “ada who missed in the dalem nih?” Ask alisa.
“no damn. I was out all.” Answer inspiration
again. “besok I studied workshop deh. Shame to swear I know more girls
than me.” Inner inspiration
“ck this no spark plug key. The key to my spark plug was also missed
at home temen.” Alisa muttered.
“ya already if can not also pa pa kok.” Inspiration smiled
“easy. Where are you going?” Ask alisa while
take out her cell phone.
Alisa is still typing on the phone screen. Shortly thereafter the tone
the incoming message rang on his phone.
“check check message received. Wait in place. I am the same
aan.” Sound message on alisa's phone
“ya have been waiting. I'll take you to work, you,
motorbikes are brought to my house. If I really did, I was anter to
work place lo.” Said alisa again.
“who brought whom ?” brainstormed
“ada my theme. I asked you to come here earlier. Quietest
let me take responsibility. I will share my address. Simpen aja no lo di
here.” Alisa explained then thrust her phone to save the contact
brainwave.
They waited for alisa's friend under a shady tree on the edge
the road that is there. They are equally silent. Alisa is busy with her gadgets
and inspiration doesn't know where to start talking. The sound of passing vehicles
back their sound for now.
“alisa.” Call inspiration to break the silence. alisa turned her head
“ya.” Answer
“hmmmm Not be so. Inspiration smiled awkwardly. Alisa
back to playing mobile while waiting for his friend
“you...”.
“woy ! which one would you like to bring ?” arrived ardi and aan friend alisa who was about to
help is near them.
“tuh matic blue. Have my friend, ilham.take it to
my house, let me work on it at home. I want to nganter him gawe first.” replied
alisa's.
Ardi reached out to ilham “Ardi bang. Which has
region.” Ardi introduced himself in his somplak style.
“ilham” replied ilham shook ardi's hand while laughing.
“aan.” Aan shook the hand of inspiration.
After the introduction, they separated. Alisa
ushering inspiration to his workplace ardi and aan bring the inspired motor home
alisa's.
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“lo work where ?” Alisa asked a little loudly
“in Sharia bank city limits.” Answer inspiration
“brenti deh.” Said alisa again making a surprise inspiration.
“brenti ? meaning ??” mind inspiration raging. “new also road.” His inner.
Inspiration also stopped the motor on the side of the road.
“tukeran.” Said alisa gesturing with her hand to
switch positions
“hah ?” ilham gawking
“ya tuker. You work there far away
half an hour's drive. It's 10 o'clock past almost half 11. Ye
want to get there in the afternoon to go home people.” Alisa. Inspiration also according
now the position of his inspiration is at the back while alisa brings the bike in
fore.
“inget yes ham. We are not muhrim.” Said alisa
tie his hair.
“ALISAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE YET!” shouts ilham
panics. His hands no longer held the back of the bike but hugged
alisa was so tight that alisa had to hit the hand of inspiration several times in order to
a little more slack.
“tightness ham, can't breath me. If I were the gini
die not elo !” alisa shouted again because her voice had to compete with the wind
and the sound of the engine exhaust has been modified.
“astaghfirullah aladzim's. Astaghfirullah aladzim.” Brainstorm
repeating his istighfar continuously until alisa braked her motor right in
parker courtyard of a multi-storey building that is used as an inspiration workplace.
“hoy, already bye nih.” Alisa patted nepuk softly
the inspiration that is still attached to the slim waist of alisa. Even now the hands
it is trembling. Inspiration descends with limp feet and limp hands
tremors. Alisa helped her stand up after lowering the standard of the motor.
“eh uh. Here see.” Alisa thrusts the phone towards the inspiration.
the time shows at 10:45. the time should be 30 minutes
successfully pruned for 15 minutes.
Silent inspiration. His face still looks pale. “ham new ham 80km
udah pucket.” Canda alisa .he laughs at the guy who is now crouching in the
in front of him while calming his heartbeat. His face was so messy and
alisa looked at him as if it was a funny look. Slowly inspired
calm back. He stood up, slightly adjusting his appearance
messed up. Then I looked at alisa coldly
“makasih.” He stayed cold and then walked away. Alisa
the one who just opened his mouth was about to reply immediately fell silent. He's confused. “ilham is angry
?” Ask her in your heart. Think for a moment squinting and then sniffing
the shoulders don't care. He put his helmet back on and headed straight home.
