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Chapter 63: Mas Hamam Again

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"Darling, eummm.. What should I say? this is a wonderful gift"

"Mas Ali likes it?"

"Very..."

Datul shook as Mas Ali's sturdy hand stroked his face. Added to the gaze of his eyes that were able to sink Datul into the earth's crust. Datul feels very special tonight.

"Thank you, baby"

They continued eating. "Want me a bribe?" The Temptation of Ali.

Datul shook his head slowly. Wanted but. shame. Ali also could not force. Where Datul's face was red because it was in the face of Mas Ali. I don't know, does Mas Ali have a study of mesem stew? Just like that Datul has been klepek-clepek.

Although Datul's tongue felt how delicious the meat steak was, but it was filling. It feels like the food just nudged Datul's intestines not until the stomach was hungry again.

Mas Ali's phone is shaking. The man asked for permission to call outside on the grounds inside too noisy, let alone the sound of local band music that was performing, even glontangan like angry mothers throwing pans and friends.

"Awhile yes..."

No matter who's calling from and what's talking about, Datul doesn't know. When Mas Ali came out to call, Datul was busy grinding ice cubes out of his glass. Every now and then Datul's gaze sweeps guests away from another table. But no one Datul knew.

Mas Ali went back in and immediately grabbed himself beside Datul. Almost squatted. Datul's heart is getting worse.

Is Mas Ali going to propose to me tonight?

Mas Ali's position is like a male actor who is going to propose to his girlfriend.

"Eh... What'd Ali want?"

It is not possible also Mas Ali want to scratch the soles of Datul's feet that itch because of water fleas. Why squat!

"Datul, it's a vow I'm so sorry"

"Sorry?" The look on Datul's face became chaotic, his thoughts far away turned out.

"I. I have to go first. My mom went to the hospital, just recently my sister told me"

Datul could see a worried look on Mas Ali's face. That's vivid. "Oh.. Then Mas Ali must be sparingly,"

"Aren't you what I live here for?"

Eh.. can't ya all in that cangking...

Even so, what came out of Datul's mouth was thirty degrees different. "No, ma-pa Mas, I also finished eating"

"Or do you want me to meet? we're going to the hospital together"

"Eumm.. don't have to, you'll be late in fact, besides the hospital is far from here"

"Sorry baby, we're gonna be gini for a little while"

Though last Datul kepengen came home a little night. He's an adult, gone is also officially farewell to Mr. Farkhan. But want how, emergency condition, Datul must understand the condition.

"Contillate Mas"

Relax my dandruff! Datul in the heart.

Mas Ali grabbed the back of Datul's hand and dipped there twice in turn.

The cup!

The cup!

"I go first, you be careful to go home"

"Let's tell me you'll be there, I hope Mas Ali's mother is all right"

"Amin, thanks"

"I'm going first"

Mas Ali of course did not forget the gift of Datul, which he forgot to pay their dinner bill.

Datul glazed over, because it meant he had to pay for their food.

Naturally Mas Ali forgot to pay this bill, he must be afraid to think about his mother.

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Unbeknownst to Datul, it turns out that Mas Ali did not go to the hospital but met his friends who were karaokean and drinking.

"Wuih, where the new nongol! we've finished three bottles, you just showed up"

Mas Ali joined in, freshly dropping buttocks on the sofa, two women in clothes lacking materials directly flanking Mas Ali. The adult male rubbed one of the smooth thighs of the female on his right side.

"Depart woman"

"Where else?"

"It's a leak, you don't know"

Mas Ali's answer invited the laughter of three other friends. Ali did not want to bother. It is up to them to how. After all, his friends were used to babbling at will.

"Where are you broken?"

"Gue was just messing around, after all, the original lust, melon he was too small for me to touch"

"Hahahaha.he's used to playing basketball as well as Lo's hand"

"That's right, look, cool isn't my watch?"

"Wuiisss.must be the result of a moroti tuh chick"

Mas Ali just raised an eyebrow. After that one woman had already climbed on the lap. They kissed hot as usual.

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Datul misuh-misuh all the way. When he left his phone, he missed at home. The cafe where he had dinner was not too far from his home. But if the road is far away there are about five kilos. Finding the base of the motorcycle is difficult. Datul walk through the sidewalk. Wanted to take off her high heels, but felt uncool. Prestigious, the powder has not faded cooking must be kayak gembel.

Where the price of meat piece was very expensive. Huh..hit's damn me tonight...

God, send me your angel, please....

Afterwards Datul shuddered in horror. Yes, if the Lord sent a guardian angel, if the angel took away life? Huh!

Datul's scared himself. He didn't realize he was running, and stupidly sprained his leg due to a broken shoe. Understand cheap shoes.

"Auchhhhhh...!!!" Datul grimaced in pain. Surprisingly, no one wanted to help, perhaps not even reaching out.

Datul wakes up alone, this time he's stupid and chooses to go barefoot. Hobble-street.

Why is my fate always this way, happy little, woe mostly.

The crane! the cring! the cring!

Bicycle, two-wheeled bicycle.

Almost even sing.

"Oi, Tulai Khan!"

"Mas Hamam!" Datul sumringah. It turns out that God sent him a real helper angel, not a life-seeking angel. Mas Hamam stopped in front of Datul, still clinging to his mountain bike. The prayer of the persecuted is effective. Tomorrow Datul wants to pray a lot. Get rich quick, for example.

"Nyeker kog? walk anyway?"

"The long story Mas, now Mas Hamam can help me pesen ojek online no?"

"Where's your phone?"

"Lost at home" replied Datul lethargic.

"Keep out of nowhere, kog wear kemayak clothes like that"

"If I answer Mas Hamam's question, I end up telling Mas" Datul was carried away by emotions so a little ketus.

"Did, gaunt! I don't have a cell phone either"

Datul Lumer's shoulder touched the asphalt of the night. Just the same hope in helping Mas Hamam was a zone. "Well..."

"There is no motorcycle taxi base also near here, hunt me bonceng, if you want"

"How do you screw? there's also my skirt in the ruji"

Mas Hamam patted the iron bars of his bicycle. As if the iron is soft and comfortable to make sitting.

"Emang Mas Hamam is strong?"

"Strong Tul, strong! don't underestimate me yes, I'm strong and durable"

"Ecchem...!" your language is Mas, making a Sholihah girl like me a treveloka.

"I mean, this bike is expensive, it must be strong in the butt of your body and your sins at once"

"Truly, isn't this pa-pa?" Datul sat up slashing at the iron crossbar. His heart is amused itself, kog feels romantic yes.

"Hmmm..."

"Tul Handles'

Mas Hamam pedaled his bike, because the beginning so the bike was not balanced.

"Pelan Mas, I don't want to fall again huh"

"Brewle! those are your shoes you're not throwing away, riweh will be"

"No! it can be lem tau"

"Lem-par!" Datul just cut his lips.

"This Mas Hamam bring what the hell, kog smells good?" endus nose Datul.

"Martabak telor, don't ask, it's mom's pesenan"

"Nor shall I dare not, Mas,"

"Well, where did your story end?"

"Hmmm. Original males"

"A story or am I down here?"

"Huh, kog's cuff"

"The bottom line is, I had dinner with Mas Ali, at the cafe by the red light there,"

"Buaakkaka... finished dinner in a cool place, went home on foot, had a fight?"

"No, he's in a hurry, his mom's in the hospital"

"In kibulin you Tul, besides if he's a good guy, should be everywhere well, anterin you go home first to cake, not even in gabur, already like a dove you Tul, want to go in gabur"

"Nye-nye-nye-nye, males nih, if you already love the story must comment negative"

"I told you ngeyel! whatever!"

Mas Hamam drove Datul up the alley safely. Datul said when he got to the front of the house, he did not feel good with the neighbors. Who to go with, who to go home with. Instead of being a ghibah material mending the road.

"Thank you Mas, Mas Hamam cepet finished his duties, if I have to attend graduation"

"What do you want?"

"Your Tul, like your money already a lot, which is important, your motorcycle installments do not wait, can be ashamed I was the same as my friend who worked at the dealer yesterday"

"Yes, I'm orderly kog. Mending not to eat than a deposit wait"

"He's home, man,"

"Bye, Mas Hamam!"

"Hmmm..."

How can I erase Mas Hamam's name, he's always there for me.

You never want to learn from your own experience, Datul base. Later if you have a broken heart must be crying!

to be continue...

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