Lunaya's... Imaginary Girl
Earphones
Lunaya's move felt heavy to go to the market. The quarrel with aunt Danti this morning made her lose her spirit. Naya walked slowly along the sidewalk. He seems to be thinking of something. Regardless of the traffic.
Suddenly someone pulled Naya's shirt from behind. He woke up from the daydream and the replex looked back. A little boy smiled slightly as he played his eyebrows up and down and pointed towards the front.
“Eeeee,” smile Naya bitter.
“If the road does not daydream, Kak,” said the boy and passed away to go to his friends.
They laughed at Naya. Like mocking him.
Just natural. Right in front of him was a sizable ditch. Taking one more step is over. Smelt and become the laughingstock of people who pass by. Just make it ashamed. Thankfully, there was a boy. So saved.
“Bego.. ****..” said Naya while gently hitting her head, “kok could do it anyway.. Damn it today.”
Naya continued walking. Step by step.
Not how long. Steps ceased. Now he was standing in front of Dito's Workshop. His best friend since High School.
“Kok so come here, will go to the market.”
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Looks like Dito is seriously handling the bike.
“Dito,” greet Naya while patting Dito's shoulder
“Naya, ngagetin only. Spill the oil.”
“Apologies.”
“APologize it's the same brother.”
“Sorry yes.”
“Means if the boyfriend is working again do not disturb Ma'am. If you want alas wait for his work kelar.”
“Yee.. Who is dating?”
“Ya Mbak Equally Mas.”
“Ngasal.”
Dito just smiled.
“But it fits Mbak when dating.”
“Do not call Mbak aah.. still young gini.”
“Wuuuuh.” Dito is the head of Naya.
“If he says young, yes my young again Ma'am. Eighteen years.”
“Busetc.. So whisker thickening alone!” nyengir Naya's.
“Hahahaaaa..” Tawa Dito ticklish.
“My motor holder Mas.”
“It is done now.. once again sorry my friend yes.”
“Ok thank you Mas. Don't forget to make a girlfriend.”
“Yeee..” Naya sewot's.
Naya komat kamit mouth. It was not clear to the young man.
“That's my subscription. But seriously just know the age of eighteen years,” exclaimed Dito.
Randito Son. The second of three children. His brother was a chef at a famous restaurant. Has a high posture, white skin and a handsome face. Dia“Cinta Monkey” Lunaya. While his sister was ten years old. The age of Dito and his sister was quite far away, fourteen years. A cute and cute girl adorable.
After the customer leaves. Dito seemed to tidy up his workshop equipment. It has been five years Dito opened a workshop business. Her dream of continuing higher education had to fade because she chose to take care of her father who was suffering from stroke. As well as taking care of Dan's only sister. Her mother's been gone eight years.
Dito has a high sense of responsibility towards his family. To sacrifice his education. Though his brother repeatedly offered to their father in the care of a nurse. But Dito refused and insisted on taking care of him himself. Until finally he opened a workshop right in front of his house to fill the time and increase income.
“Why are you Nay..? that's the face of what a grapefruit, shriveling so.”
“Custom,” replied Naya briefly.
“Equited again with Aunt Danti,” guess Dito as if he understood what Naya experienced.
“Aparticularly?”
“Use this.”
Dito handed something to his best friend.
“Earphone?”
“Use if Aunt Danti repet not clear anymore. I always wear it to your house. You know your dearest aunt hates me. Not sure why.”
“Pantes invited to talk often do not connect.”
“Sorry.. Forgot to release.”
“To me!”
“What?”
“Earphone.”
“Buy coc. That's what I'll borrow a day.”
“Pelit”
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