Maidatul Khan's

Chapter 55: Let's Go Home

From the board that reads Malioboro street, Datul moved the pose to the middle of the sidewalk. Among the many people milling about he posed candid style. Pretend to be walking too with the view not facing the camera.

Hewww..great style!

Anyway Mas Hamam is not willing if Datul exposed in a picture frame with such clothes.

This time Mas Hamam was even stronger. Instead of taking good pictures, take pictures of Datul's nostrils from below. Horrified, thankfully there were no upil sightings. The shuttle!!! Datul doesn't know yet...

"Here we have to see"

Hamam hastily pocketed his phone. "Ughh.. later I send files, hunting buy souvenirs"

Datul entrusted his photos to Mas Hamam. After all, Mas Hamam looks really photographing. "Oii... Come on, which way are we going?"

"There! there!"

They stopped by the souvenir center. Beringharjo Market. Hamam has been there several times. Various kinds of handicrafts such as, rope bracelets, necklaces, rings and even kinds of pottery and home knickknacks can be found there. Bidable too. For Datul, this was the first time.

Datul can't wait to buy souvenirs. The first step he went to was a bakpia shop. After getting three dus bakpia he moved to the knickknacks.

"Hamam's good not this?" Datul chose a bracelet from a wood material of solid brown.

"Good" Hamam replied briefly. There are also many tul in Semarang. Inner Hamam. Because he was lazy to argue he let Datul buy. Datul took ten bracelets. Maybe sell it again. That girl is weird. Do what try.

"For money dong Mas"

And Mas Hamam will have to pay again. It's okay, Mas Hamam royal luckily.

"Aren't you taking Inul's pencil?"

Datul just clucked. "Ckk!"

Mas Hamam thinks Datul's a son of SD.

"Yok yok!"

"I haven't bought the T-shirt that Jogja Mas wrote,"

"Oh.. almost forgot , you have to change clothes" Mata Mas Hamam combed the batik shop. Instead of wearing clothes like that, better Datul bought negligence all at once.

"We go there first"

The next moment they stormed again. Datul chose a batik dress, but the sales word should buy a pair because it's a sarimbit model. While know yourself Datul singles acute. So the affair he was broken up.

"This time is not over, thirty minutes we must have reached the terminal Datul"

"Mas Hamam don't be crazy, this is Mas's negligee! did Mas Hamam want me to sleep? cook yes I was told to wear a negligee"

"This kid likes ngaco! what if the other person's whimper, they will think macem-macem"

"The end of Mas Hamam Rempong, when I thought it was one of a kind"

"You promised me you'd wear my clothes of choice"

"Yes but not negligent as well dong Mas"

"WHAT? the sarimbit is also the same, surely your thighs everywhere, this bagusan try, below the knee is safer"

Sellers who have since witnessed their own debates are dizzy.

"Eh Mas and Mbak if you do not want to buy mending go ajalah! twitching my eyes I saw the unstable husband and wife quarreling from earlier"

Mas Hamam and Datul immediately kicep. He thought the fierce seller only existed in the Johar market turned out to be here as well. They both throw glances at each other. Just give the code to escape.

"SO BUY NO!!!?" The salesman had already come out smoke billowing.

"Not being Mom, her mother is fierce!"

"MUM RABBIT!!!"

Mas Hamam glared. Datul crazy fix. Where to use ngatain the seller fierce as well. They ran away with their hands together. While the mother looks to hold her hands high. By misuh for sure.

The wind hit the bodies of those who continued to run not knowing the direction. Not infrequently their shoulders nudge the shoulders of others. This crazy thing that Datul did, he will never forget. Especially this hand. Datul really hopes not to let go.

Their breaths gasped as they stopped at the end of a fairly quiet road. Datul laughs endlessly.

"Hahahaha..this is amazing Mas, only this time I dare to do people, huh huh... wkwkwkwkwk..."

"Fiyuhh..don't repeat your madness kayak earlier, now we get away tomorrow-tomorrow can-can we in the gorok people if meme-menye"

"Hahaha...natural exclaim this much" They do not realize that their hands are still holding.

Until suddenly their eyes locked onto each other. Mas Hamam was stunned with Datul's face full of sweat. Unknowingly his hand moved touching Datul's hair strands that covered the girl's eyes. Then tuck it behind Datul's ear. Datul. Will the second session of kissing happen? Datul closed his eyes involuntarily. Her lips are ready to be kissed...

Krank!!!

Mas Hamam nudged Datul's eel.

"You why rummage, huh? flickering?"

Oh.. don't get kissed anyway...

"Well, what the hell is Mas Hamam! just keep going until my seat is hollow"

"Yes, I sold your brains that were mostly perverted"

Aihhh. kog Mas Hamam knows...

"Long again.. ckkk! don't buy clothes for you"

"Hihi.. It's not what Mas, I'm comfortable also wear this,"

"Hahhhh... Win you Tul! The road again, I pesen aja online taxi to the terminal let's spit"

Datul mumbled softly. The feeling from earlier was not a toy, why did he feel defeated. You freak!

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It was almost dark when they reached the terminal. Bus Nusantara majors Semarang moving to leave the parking area. Mas Hamam and Datul did not buy tickets.

"Don't it's the last bus, intercept Tul megat!"

Datul waved his hand. I feel like a bad girl like this.

The bus stopped. The bus driver opened the front door. Datul and Mas Hamam hurriedly entered. When rising Datul's view was hit with the view of the driver.

Hih, he's not a busway driver who forgot to close his bird cage?

Gas station girl? sweet too if you wear that shirt

Datul refused to say hello first. Only the seat behind the driver was empty. They both sat there. Bus attendants approached to withdraw tickets. But the driver who did not know what his name was suddenly made a sound.

"Not to attract them my friend!"

The flight attendant retreated back to his place. While Mas Hamam gawked at his own confusion. Even more confused because Datul chimed in on the driver.

"Eh.. What the hell, pay Mas"

"That's okay Ma'am, relax"

"How will you be angry with the supervisor?"

The driver smiled thinly. Datul see from the middle spy. Then the smile is so sweet too. Batin Datul's.

Hamam listened to the interaction of two people of different sexes.

"Bak still knows me, right?"

"Still, the busway driver who forgot to open the solar tank lid and forgot to close the aviary as well"

"Haha...." The driver chuckled to himself. Hamam started to pierce.

"stttt.... who?" mas Hamam kepo whiskey.

"The driver's father" replied the plain Datul, but he also did not know his name.

"Emm.. What answer is Datul!" Not very intent.

"Udah Mas do not be noisy, the important thing is that we can be free, decent, later until Semarang we can buy fried rice, which in front of the pom where I work is good" he said"

Mas Hamam really wants to prank Datul's head again. His mind ate only.

The next second Datul fell asleep. The whole day of walking was exhausting. Hamam is just as tired. Datul's head hit several times the glass backrest next to him. Datul did not wake up. Basic kebo. The kind-hearted Mas Hamam did not have the heart, finally bringing Datul's head to lean on his shoulder. Datul just squirms a little.

Kog's hennya if it's rem, Datul's base...

At that time, Mas Hamam's gaze caught the driver's gaze on them. I don't know why Mas Hamam's feelings don't match that of the man. He looks like he's stealing a look.

Holy hooch! skirt Datul...just right from earlier his eyes are beautiful!

Hamam hastily opened his backpack. Take out the sarong cloth and directly wrap the lower body of Datul.

This is safer! This girl also ngeyel from earlier if told.

Hamam was forced to fall asleep.

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