Maidatul Khan's

Chapter 17: The Dove Race

The pigeon racing venue was already crowded when they came. Being on the edge of the rice fields, that place was really no tree that could afford to shelter.

"Ouch!"

Hamam looked at Datul. "Why?"

"My hand feels like it's going to be dislodged" Datul grimaced to feel his hands numb from holding the two bird cages earlier.

"Well seal?"

Still ask, if not for the sake of making history, cih where would I want!

Datul scowled spoiled, maybe Hamam pity continues to massage his arms, quite touchable handsome guy. Hehe...

Uh, Hamam's insensitive, he's instead crooked and focused more on his birds. Datul disappointed dong, replied Datul; it is common!

"I want to fight first, doain to win"

"What if you win the prize?" the money is not much. Batin Datul's.

"Money, ten million..."

"huh???" Datul gawking. It turns out the prize is not tin cans. The tired of the bird, which reaps the human. Basic human!

"Where, not good?" Datul mangosteen with a face still amazed. Ten million dollars, Datul has never held that much money. Even in his pants pocket now there were only ten thousand. The gap is not at all.

"Service, than Lu Manyun!" goda Hamam poking Datul's nose. Hamam laughed loudly before leaving Datul and joining the others.

Astoge, astoge... Datul lemes's. Time seemed to slow down and the movements of the people there were like slow motion in Datul's eyes. The touch of that special finger made Datul's soul fly up to the seventh sky.

Oh... Mas Hamam...

The spectators were now seen pulling over to watch the match. There, Hamam looks like a shining star. Too showy. Perhaps it can be likened, Hamam is a diamond among haystacks. And now Datul just realized, it turns out that is the reason many girls are willing to heat up and cheer calling the name Hamam.

"Mas Hamam spirit!"

"Mas Hamam! Mas Hamam!"

"Mas Hamammmm!"

Crazy, Mas Hamam supporters are already similar to supporters of GP motorcycle racing in Mandalika the other day. The girls stood hand in hand under the hot sun. Datul is also a fan of Mas Hamam, but he is lazy if he has to scream. Dry throat. A little proud because Datul was already one step above them. Datul has managed to make history, becoming the first person in Hamam bonceng by holding a bird cage. That was amazing.

Datul surveyed the surroundings, there were four pillars standing upright about 8 meters tall. On it there is a rope in pairs stretched with red colored patchwork. The cloth swayed following the wind. And Haman was already in the middle there as a bird jockey geber.

One bird that had been praised beautiful by Datul had been brought one of Hamam's friends to the star place where the bird was going to start off. It turned out to be a male bird, but Datul praised it as beautiful. Basic Datul!

Datul does not really understand how the rules of this pigeon racing game. He only focused on Hamam who was standing waiting with another bird that he hid behind his body.

Hamam is so cool! Praise Datul in your heart.

As soon as the bird got off the star line, the birds flew away as if they understood they were on fire. Fly fast. Wuss....

While at high altitude, a bird is seen entering under the top and the jury blowing a whistle.

Prittttt......!!!

Hamam bergeber the female bird that was hidden behind his body.

"Wehhh....! wehhhh....!" call Hamam to the male. While the female like to attract the attention of the male by flapping his beautiful wings.

Pigeons will not break promises. As soon as he saw the female pigeon flapping its wings in Hamam's hands. The male pigeon then flew down to hit the ground in front of Hamam. Brakk!

Auchhhhh! Datul is not. Hamam supporters shouted in excitement.

Does that mean Mas Hamam's bird won?

Turns right. Hamam looks satisfied with the performance of his upbringing bird. He even looks very sweet smiling. Datul is grateful to be able to enjoy that smile.

"God shady his smile"

Datul thought the game was over by then. It turned out that it was just the preliminary round. There's still another round. If it continues there that there is battered Datul. His face was burning. In addition, no one said hello or just invited him to chat. Datul was uncomfortable at all. Hamam also looks to be focused on the next game. There's no way Datul's getting close to it. All who huddle there are men.

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At night, Datul stands in front of a mirror. I regretted his stupidity this afternoon.

"I shouldn't have gone to that race, see now I look more like a monster than a human" the monologue Datul.

Perhaps because of the amount of dust that stuck on his face while watching Hamam race, now Datul's acne is inflamed. Not waiting for tomorrow, Datul's extremely sensitive facial skin immediately went crazy. Pimples were all over his face. Though yesterday acne Datul was already mengingan. In the meantime, it's so painful. Datul until grimacing in pain.

Datul's cell phone rang out his lament.

Mas Hamam calling...

Datul's been waiting for half a day, but only now Hamam's calling. Damn indeed.

"Oi Datul! come out for a minute, I'm in front of your house!"

"Huh, what?" The problem is it's eleven o'clock at night. The lights inside Datul's house have even been turned off. Leave the outside lights still on. Datul wonder Hamam is what kind of man, like do not know the ethics of visiting.

"I brought some fried rice to change your hand!"

"So, it's cheap. Don't want to, just take it home! I'm mager already lying in bed"

It's nothing, Datul just wants to avoid. Yes, the face is bad tonight. Datul just doesn't want to disgust Hamam.

"Heh, it's not polite! I've been well hlo remember you when eating fried rice earlier. So I wrapped it for you. Get out for a second!"

"I said I didn't want to!" Datul still insisted on refusing. The mood worsened because of acne, in addition to annoyed because Hamam just remembered it now. Last afternoon, afternoon, anywhere. Datul already feels like Hamam's girlfriend. And you know for yourself.

"Yes, I put it in front of your house! Whether you want to take it or not!"

Hamam closed their chatter with a half-excited feeling as well. His good intentions were simply rejected.

What a hard thing it is to open the door and accept this!

On the other hand Hamam also feels strange, usually Datul the fastest when it comes to food. Tumben is rejected. The idea of jail appears in the mind of Hamam Kinclong.

After putting a pack of fried rice on the front floor of Datul's house, Hamam settles into hiding next to the wall of Mbak Minem's stall.

Meanwhile Datul also settles in the dark of the room. Intentionally not turning on the lights. Then scoop out a few curtains to be able to peek out from there. Also make sure that Hamam is really gone.

See the situation is safe. It turned out to be true, Mas Hamam left the fried rice just like that. Not taken also existing Mubadzir ...

Datul came out, picked up a packet of fried rice from Hamam at the speed of light. Then rush into the house again. Although at a glance, from the distance stood Hamam could see the face of Datul clearly.

What happened to his face? the feeling this afternoon wasn't that bad?

Hamam felt pity and concern, it was likely that Datul was embarrassed to see him because of that. Hamam understands now. Then he turned his heels to go home.

Meanwhile, inside the house, Datul opened a plastic package given by Hamam. Although he knew the contents of fried rice, but Datul did not think that it contained two packs. It could be one that Hamam bought also for his Father.

Earlier Mas Hamam said 'he had eaten, it turns out he understood once, buy two, surely one for Father, thanks Mas...

Datul went to wake Mr. Farkhan to eat together. Datul. Tomorrow he must apologize for being disrespectful. It's not appropriate that he snuggles. They were just friends all along.

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