Maidatul Khan's

Chapter 60: Kayak Sama Who

Seonggok Maidatul Khan will not fall awake riding a motorcycle. His days he used to ride around the motorbike after work. Like a little boy who has just been smart to ride a bike, the girl has a new hobby now, motorcycles.

That means Datul is having fun riding a motorcycle without a purpose. And even more absurdly his cousin named Zida helped piggyback on Datul's ability to leave.

Zida is not afraid, but they may fall.

"Mbak Datul, this afternoon is a little far away from dong riding his motorbike" The girl who had sat on the high school bench whined, like a Kindergarten boy who asked to ride odong-odong but his mother had no money.

"What route would you like to try?"

"The afternoon market Mbak, which is crowded, let Mbak Datul add pinter ride his motorbike, already there are many snacks, maybe Brother Datul want to jujanin me, hehe. Ngarep dot com!"

Datul thought while imagining his way to the winding afternoon market. Like his way of life. Passing through the sharp rolling, the bridge is damaged because it is still in the repair stage, then the intersection is always crowded like the busiest road in New York. Not to mention the row of five-foot swords whose wagon disrupts the road, until sometimes it used to be right when Datul cycled until his bike handlebar nenggol butt semok mothers who were queuing to buy sweet martabak. Datul remembered, he was furious. So horrified now.

"No dare I Da, very rame there, across the crossroad I was also confused later on nyalain seinnya right or left"

Zida keeps clapping Datul's arm. "That's all made dizzy Ma'am, turn on the left turn on the lights to keep it safe. We are not behind us if we want to overtake. Oh, what makes writing, studying! I think it's you learning to drive a car, hehe..."

Datul grimaced, the generation below him was no less complicated with him alone. Even worse, it makes sense if someone calls the current generation of children the micin generation. Zida.

"Yuk ah Ma'am, don't think for long Datul's mom will be a pinter hlo!"

Kan, right, so pinter kog is scared, you bull-head micin!

"really this? I'm afraid of ndaa,"

"And there I Ma'am, if at least Datul Mbak at least there is his friend, wkekekwkkwkw..."

Finally Datul got hijacked as well, uh persuaded his point. He slowly drove his bike through the banana garden, where he had decided to break off Zaen brekele. Datul melengos, because of that he became hated every time he saw a banana tree. The banana tree had nothing wrong with him. Poor thing.

Huh! Masalu....

Down the crowded alley, Datul started groggy himself. Unfortunately the groggy vibe did not reach the person sitting behind him. Zida even smiled, especially when there was a handsome guy passing by.

"Mak Datul, subhanallah there's a cogan"

"Hush! don't disturb my concentration, diem!"

Zida pout. "Mbak Datul kalem anyway, not in the mulu gas, I cry hlo Mbak"

Datul screeched, how beautiful Zida made Datul increasingly broken concentration. His chest was pounding even more as the end of the crossroads he feared was already in sight.

"Da, how is this? Duh!"

"Kayak nyebrang use a bicycle ajalah brother, usually how about crossing? in his bicycle carrier?" Long-time Zida gemes himself with Brother Datul. If Zida can mending him in front

Grew up, Datul mamang. The hesitation stopped first.

"Hlo Mbak kog quit anyway?"

"Down Da! I really don't dare to cross"

"Hlah continues?" Instantly Zida was worried.

"We're just guiding the bike, it's safer, hehehe..."

Want it to feel Zida cry, or if you want to evil mending pretend not to know the girl in his pangil Mbak-mbek, mbak-mbek it. But because here he is kind and diligent in saving, so Zida according.

Two girls of different ages slowly pushed the bike. Zida is in charge of waving, looking for the road and giving cues. The people who passed by saw wonder. They think maybe the bike broke down or ran out of gas. It's okay, it's good that they think that way. But this new bike is still coming in as well. Cook strike?

"Snack Ma'am, let's push more flat!"

Until now, Datul only asked Zida to go up again.

"We succeeded Da!" it was like Dora who completed her mission of finding a treasure. Datul looks amazing.

"Tow Da, what to snack on"

Behind Datul, Zida still held back the embarrassment. But also do not refuse if you want to be in the vagina.

Datul glanced from the rearview mirror of his motorcycle, "You're missing all the snacks here?"

"No Ma'am, I want it all, do not want to know, Datul's mother has made me ashamed of half a century, if not yes already, then I will go home alone aja ojek"

Datul snorted annoyedly. Usually in the bark, even now in the palak.

"This is called blackmail!"

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The following month, Datul successfully had a SIM. Driving Permit is not a Loving Permit. This time it was Ali. Don't look for Mas Hamam just yet, he's still busy point.

Datul is also good at riding his bike. Even have dared to ucul handlebars. The track is also far away. Dare to muter-muter Semarang city now. Yes, even though it is just Ngaliyan. The fringes. If in the middle of the city to visit Simpang Lima. The rest have not dared because there are too many red lights and direct roads that make mumet.

That afternoon Mas Ali approached Datul to SPBU. Datul who has finished packing to go home of course flowering to see the lover already standing in the parking lot close to his motorbike.

"Over long is it waiting?"

"Euummm, no problem. We're leaving now?"

"Come on!"

Datul handed me the keys to the bike. He let his lover be in front. While he's stuck in the back. Surprisingly, when dating like that, trivial things can feel original sweat. Or Datul who is already bucin? Hem, try asking the pennants that sway.

"Eat first or buy a helmet first?"

Datul is happy because it will be bought a new helmet by Mas Ali. Yesterday he quite complained of being uncomfortable with the bonus helems from the purchase of his new bike. And the grown man immediately asked her to buy.

"Whatever..follow you only Mas"

"Yes, you must be hungry to go home from work"

"Can"

The next minute their rice plate was empty. Cassava leaf rice and rendang have moved into the stomach. Datul restrains the burp, jaim is bitten in front of the lover.

"Wait a minute I'll pay you first"

Datul rushed to open the bag and then the wallet. "Pay with my money only"

The pleasantries are necessary. Although the original is more fun in payin. You guys aren't that? hehe...

"There's this kog"

"No matter what Mas, wear this, it's my replacement count that tract"

Mas Ali nampang. "Is it okay to use your money?"

"Hmm, like who"

Starting from the same kayak as anyone, Datul does not know how the universe will play tricks tomorrow.

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Cieee. Wear the universe in carry.

A little bit first...

Kayak ordinary👍