Maidatul Khan's

Chapter 3: Brekele

Ashar's new Adhan reverberated when Datul finished bathing. Still wrapped in a towel, Datul stood in front of the mirror and applied afternoon cream on his face. Patting slowly so that the cream really permeates perfectly.

Zaen isn't the image of a handsome, climsy man. Moreover, a handsome man who looks like a Korean artist who has a sweet face and smooth cheeks. Far from it. Jauuuuh once! His face is wide, with a slightly tomingse mouth shape, meaning please look a little. Her delicate verbs, she's a bit mrongos! Uh, it was rough Thor times, okay maap.

Zaen has a hair that is crebo, irregular curls, so Datul often call it brekele. His hobbies that climb the mountain make Zaen closer and faster in blasphemy. He rarely took a bath, and the bad habit was brought when he came home and lived in the village. For others Zaen the image of a very young man, not worthy of admiration in any way let alone loved, no interest other than Datul. Datul can calmly establish relationships with men who model soan, actors will not be anyone who glances, it is safe anyway.

Datul accepts Zaen with all his flaws, less handsome, less established, less slang, even less money. Datul is in love with Zaen because when he is with Zaen, Datul can see butterflies flying or the moon that looks big and bright around him. Roman picisan is. Zaen filled the void of Datul's heart, then it would not be wrong if Datul could be this crazy.

Finished with cream, Datul applied the powder of the Martian sprinkle with his sacred leopard. Then polish her secretly sexy lips with a pink lip tint. Her lips now bristled like a pink-colored Gempol ice cendol. The earlop mask is white as usual, Datul needs it. Not bad, the acne is partially disguised. She looks a little beautiful because only her eyes and eyebrows are visible. Although on the forehead there is also still acne anyway, but wes quite good.

Datul walked lightly. He almost hummed his happy crotch. It didn't take long, Datul had already arrived at their place of study. On the road near the ademic banana garden. Datul dyed, looking for his brekele girlfriend.

Huh ngaret's habit!

Datul stands under a fairly shady jackfruit tree, still in the banana garden area earlier. As he was about to contact Zaen, the man appeared with his noisy motorbike. Duck motor that is modified in such a way that it is not formless and uncivilized because it knows the pot is really deafening.

The face of Zaen glowing oily flashes, if the village mothers look for sure they are on the queue buying oil in Zaen rather than scrambling in Mamamart. Moreover, the price of cooking oil is now expensive audzubillah.

"Oi brekele! not shower yet?" datul asked at the same time Zaen turned off the engine.

"Mandi? make what?"

Ngeselin indeed, Datul plenary for the sake of meeting him, he already looks like a bum. Datul breathed a rough breath. Moreover, Zaen's skin is increasingly charred. Half as late as Datul, his girlfriend is getting worse with every return from the mountain.

"Let it be more humane, that's it,"

Zaen just pulled the edge of his lips slightly.

"What did you say? why don't you stop by the house, you can't make coffee even though"

Rumah Zaen is only different from the village with Datul, still a village. But even Zaen never wanted to if invited to stop by. Shame on Datul he said. Self-conscious enough.

"I want us to break up!" shoot Zaen with a flat face.

Datul gaped, even he had not had time to say if in Zaen's nostril there is a bulging. But Datul's heart has been hit hard just like that. Datul. Even though his feet don't limp. But he managed to cosplay so bego.

"Hlo what's up?" datul asked with a trembling voice. Datul cengeng, his eyes were already glazed.

"We don't fight, I haven't been angry because you said it this week, showed up asking to break up? where am I wrong?" lirih Datul's. Lucky the road was empty. There were no motorbikes or people passing by.

"Bosen same you, I think three months of acne on your face will disappear, has gone up and down the mountain any number of times it was still the same. You said you just changed skincare, but where did it go. It's the same!" Datul silent, that's the most painful sentence actually, if you ask to break up anyway not how much but in addition insult. Nyesek!

"Udah no drama, do not cry here, we can't be together, I've no sense, if you meet in the street you don't want to cry too papa, consider me a stranger"

"I'll go back, wash the tent"

After that Zaen actually left without looking over. Leave a puff of motor smoke that makes Datul cough. Datul crouched down holding both knees.

Bored of?

Disappointed because the pimples on my face do not disappear?

Think he's a stranger?

Shit brekele! He said he was bored like he was a classy man, complaining about my acne even though he did not give me the slightest amount of money to buy my skincare, consider him a stranger? of course, Pas passing by, just look I will definitely throw his head using a sickle. Let her brekele hair get off her head!

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Datul wants to curse his ex-girlfriend. But what power, there he is for a broken heart. Similar to a mummy, Datul was not willing to eat these three days. It was that bad until Maktun came over out of worry.

"You're still alive?"

Datul naps are not dead. Hearing Maktun's crisp voice he then ngesot open the door of the room. Fractional hair, puffy eyes and inflamed pimples. At the tip of his nose there was even one big pimple that was ripe, staying in the harvest.

"O Tul God, what is this? when was the last time you were out?"

"What's? I'm not in the mood for a fight!" replied Datul with a manyun lip.

"For brekele you're this ruined? Hah, loss of know the hell!"

"Makkkkkkkk.. comfort me... huaaaaa...."

"I feel like I want to die, he's really mean to me, he says bored because of my acne that is not cross-legged, even though I've been desperately looking at the face, he said, I thought he could accept me and my pimples, it turned out that the sweet talk was just fake! Huaaaa..."

Datul did not get up from sitting on the floor.

"Mboh ah, I've got no appetite, just opened my mouth to the hair that brekele, his face kayak that appears everywhere, on the wall, on tv, on television, even the flame fan was a whimper I thought he was, huaaaa..."

Maktun let Datul finish his crying. Without bothering to entertain. Until Datul returned to venting by itself.

"He was ugly but could make me comfortable, often dreadful, invite me to ride his motorbike, not to mention the good memories of my time at Dieng with him"

"Well hill Sikunir, he carried me on his back, we laughed together, I felt he was really sincere and it was the most romantic thing I've ever felt in my whole life" Maktun this time.

"Well... in gendong doang already happy? Monkey if you have a monkey child is also carried on his back kali Tul, his son is ordinary! Even in a cradle while jumping hanging"

"That's their custom Makkkk!"

"Ah Free story with you, singles who never feel love that is, how to know it feels!"

"Eitsss.. At least I didn't waste tears on that jerk guy, I was wasting, eman-eman!"

"It's so hot, the heat of the fan is dong Tul!" Friends do not know themselves indeed, already mastered mattresses still ask for other comfort. Datul ngesot again to turn on the fan in the corner of the room.

"I haven't washed a shirt in days, look at a basket,"

"In loundry only if lazy anyway"

"Ga got the money, you forgot I'm unemployed?"

"Hahaha. safe, I'm with you. Btw rather than tired of nangisi ex-kampret mending focus looking for work again, I just got info there is a locker in the garment, want to join ga?" When the test at the manufacturing plant yesterday it turns out that Datul's friend also did not qualify.

"Ga can sew!"

"Sama, I also can't, but there you don't have to be sewing, there are other parts, maybe the pay, the salary is big, can make wholesale skincare, how?"

"Up first, I'm in mourning"

Maktun bobbing head. Datul as weak as it is, dating three months may only be able to move on wait for the next three centuries.

"Inalillahi wa innailaihi rojiun"

"Who's dead?" ask Datul who was surprised.

"Zaen brekele!"

"Hishe!" Datul mengplak thighs of his friend, still do not accept, if the former camp is sworn to death like that. Though he was hurt.

"That alone said mourning earlier..." Cibir Maktun who this time rose from the fall.

"Where are you going?"

"Ice agent in Mbak Minem, from earlier met you not in love to drink"

Datul grimaced, busy lamenting his heartbreak, he forgot his duty of glorifying guests.

"I want an ice good day, same as regular boiled noodle pesenin kayak, broken heart was also made tired..." Samar sounds Maktun asserting Datul's order.

"Well, damnnnnnnn!" Datul Umpat. On a small bridge, "Belih O Allah..."

Datul held onto his nose, that ripe pimple erupted as well. Fucking heartbreak!

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