Maidatul Khan's

Chapter 56: Terminal Mangkang

Datul squirmed as his neck felt sore. His eyes began to open. Sleep well and comfortably. Comfortable in the arms of people. Uh...

Sure enough, so I've been sleeping on Mas Hamam's chest? Ughh... go back to sleep again yes, but where is this?

Datul cancel again, fear even kebablasan until Jakarta. Though clearly the last stop of the bus was only until Semarang. At the Mangkang Terminal type A.

Mas Hamam is still drowning in his dreamland, the same as the other passengers who mostly sleep on the neighboring ghibahin appeal. At first glance Datul enjoyed the face of Mas Hamam, without gaps.

His forehead, his eyes, his nose, his lips, his jaw, then down to the jakun on Mas Hamam's neck that looks protruding. Datul likes everything. If Mas Hamam is not his match, may be in love Mas Hamam K.W three.

"Ehem!" that's not Mas Hamam's voice.

But the driver's voice from the front. "Mbak's girlfriend?"

Dihi kepo!

"No, my brother kog" If Mas Hamam was horrified he also admitted I was his sister. What ya Mas, for the sake of my martabak, uh dignity ding.

"Oh I guess..."

Datul thought their chatter would stop there. Apparently not. The driver talked.

"The first thing was very attention, until it enveloped you wearing a sarong cloth, so you did not get cold"

Datul just realized, his thighs from earlier in Mas Haman juleidi covered with a cloth sarong belonging to the man next to him.

Thank you, even something like this you pay attention to. Even though I who have thighs do not nggeh at all.

"L-yes..." Datul is actually uncomfortable in chatting like that. Even though the driver was also on duty, he was afraid not to focus on the road.

"Mom, what's his name?"

Oh so continue to meet. Batin Datul's. Datul weighed, and just kept quiet.

"Yes, when you meet again I call him, Oi Mbak SPBU!!!"

"It's not good..."

Yes no matter what, later I just change the call, Oi also Pak driver who forgot to close the bird cage.

"Hehe... Datul Mas" replied Datul.

"Who? A friday?" Ah scowl him. The original is clear. Datul mentioned his name that short.

"Ma-i-dlatul"

"Hehe... I'm Ali, call Mas Ali"

"Mahammad Ali?"

He shook his head along with the subtle ruckus. His hands are still holding the wheel.

"If it's a boxer, I'm his version of a commoner, so enough Ali"

"Okay, Mas Ali"

"Aren't you asking me why I drive here, or am I still driving on the busway?"

I swear, this is Datul feeling in a conversation. The smell of shrimp behind bakwan.

Again, it seems that most men will not say much if there is no interest or curiosity.

Datul shook his head without a sound. Either the driver named Ali saw Datul's movement not. Seems not, because it's over he looked back.

"I thought you were sleeping again, no sound"

After that, it clinched very hard.

Tiiiinnnnnnn!!!!!

Datul's heart is pounding. Big bus horns like this do have the potential to make a heart attack. Datul asked about the above.

"Have Ali gotten out of the busway?"

"That's dong, my seneng asked" a smile as wide as a banana leaf Mas Ali singggingan.

"I'm still on busway kog, this is a holiday ration so it's good for extras"

"Can it be like that?" Datul seriously tanya, the busway owned by Pemkot and PO Nusantara are two big companies hlo. Kog Mas Ali can jump around his work, like a flea.

"Canada, wong who has PO is still my brother, hehe..."

Smell of arrogance over there. But naturally, anything can be as long as you are a brother, from your relationship important people, from your strong ancestry, this is the beloved country of Indonesia.

"O..."

Mas Hamam began to piqu as if with their blasphemous voice. Whether intentionally or not, his long hand almost punched Datul in the face, as he stretched. The charm of a handsome man who just woke up is different. It's beautiful...

"Hoaayahhh.....! where are we?"

"Until hell! Penance, his hands almost nampol my face" Datul plucked Hamam's arm, fierce him.

"Hoamm. pantesan I heard the sound of a noisy female demon, making earache, it turns out I am in hell" said Mas Hamam.

Datul glanced sharply, not accepting the so-called female demon.

"Curl, bummer"

Mas Hamam leaned towards Datul. Datul retreated afraid of being kissed suddenly again. Mas Hamam looked at the window. Make sure themselves where they are. Especially outside the minimal light. Afternoon. Wong at night.

"Oh it's almost there, exit toll"

"Tul's school is ready, your belongings should not be left behind" his retainer Datul said. Datul can only be shaken. Tidying up the old memory sarong cloth in the wear of handsome people praying. Hmmmm... Datul feels special.

While waiting for Mas Hamam, Datul plays his phone, almost forgetting. Mas Hamam hasn't sent me my photos yet...

"The idol!"

"Yes..." Datul looked up, it turned out that Mas Ali who had hugged a black bag, wanted to go straight home like he was.

"Can I borrow your phone?"

"Huh?" Datul was confused once again. Is it possible for him to snatch the borrowing mode? so the driver is just on the side, right?

"Lah's dumb?" Despite his misgivings, Datul's hand was finally outstretched.

Mas Ali was typing something, then pasting Datul's phone into his ear. Like contacting someone. But then the phone in his pocket rang.

"Have entered! thank you" Mas Ali returned Datul's phone, grinned and then confidently said,

"I've saved my number in your phone contact, later until my house calls ya"

"Huh???"

"I go home first, your brother has come, bye..."

Datul did not want to blush embarrassed yes, even though it had made him sweet if again a smile. Nah! Datul did not want to be interested in the driver who stopped by.

Mas Hamam approached Datul. From a distance he had seen the driver who seemed to have finished chatting with Datul.

"Why's the driver?"

Datul shrugged his shoulders. "Just say hello, go home yok, so tired"

Due to not getting more explanation, Mas Hamam can only advise.

"Don't carelessly believe in the same stranger Datul"

"Master Mas"

"Oi Mas Hamam, the photo file in Malioboro has not yet sent Mas Hamam hlo"

"Well, when we get home"

"Let's forget it again, hunt ahh!"

"Rempong, I signed this online taxi first"

Datul stepped in to look at Mas Hamam's phone. "Udah dapet tuh, hunted send photos while waiting"

Lothawat!

"Mas!"

"Yes baffles, cherries, crying, chopping!"

Mas Hamam sent me some awesome photos of his masterpiece. Datul can't wait to open the file.

One, two, three... Mas Hamam counting in heart.

"WHAT A PHOTO!!!!!"

Datul photos only looks his identity, the second only looks nostrils, the third only looks his shoes, and many other photos that none of them are full body portraits Datul.

"What the hell...? that's good, right?"

Datul's herbs are heating up, from the ear comes the smoke of hell. Datul prancing a possessed barongan kayak. Mas Hamam didn't know that Datul could be that scary.

"HHAAAA.... Yoooooo-krauk!"

Datul bit off Mas Hamam's arm mercilessly.

"Aaauuuchhhh! please don't eat me"

Datul doesn't care. He was angry, annoyed at the level of the crown, mbededek if the Javanese say.

Mas Hamam ran to avoid Datul. The people who were there to the head. Datul doesn't care. He kept chasing Mas Hamam.

"For Tul, my goodness!"

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr! no mercy!! auuunk!!!!"

Finish Hamam's chase sprawled on the floor. Datul ngesot as he continued to roar, crying over his photo that none of them were good. Hamam regretted his actions. Then apologize.

"Fiyuhh... sori Tulaikhan, promise someday I will take you there again, okay?"

"Huaaaa...."

"Cup, cup, cup, later in your opinion Mbak Kunti who again cry hlo! this place is horror hlo"

Datul doesn't care. Damn Hamam!

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