Maidatul Khan's

Chapter 67: Visiting

This time Datul. Ali completely forgot his birthday. There was no congratulation or a gift that Datul actually hoped for.

He had even dared to block Mas Ali's number. Let it be, Mas Ali occasionally must be taught a lesson.

Elsewhere, Mas Ali is confused. Cigarette and lunch subsidies have not been heard yet. The man also tried to contact Datul. But he just realized that it was blocked. Confused himself, what's wrong.

Ckk! I'll have to see him later...

Mas Ali came to Datul's house that night. He borrowed a motorbike from his friend. Fyp, he was originally hooked but dagger. Datul was a bit surprised when he opened the door.

"Hi, good night.. I'm not bothering you, am I?"

"What do you need Mas Ali here for?"

"Can I come in first?"

Datul is still kind enough to let Mas Ali in. Seeing the face of Datul who snatched and ugly, Mas Ali guessed this girl was sulking.

"Which father?" ask Mas Ali who is now sitting sweetly in the guest chair.

"Mushaola"

"Oh..."

"Your own house?"

"Regular as gini"

"Ekhem"

"Emang from earlier playing angklung?!" jutek Datul's

Mas Ali's face was wrapped in confusion. Originally Datul pity that Mas Ali has melas so. A truly starving kayak face.

"I have something wrong with you? why block all numbers?"

Mas Ali began to devise a strategy to conquer Datul again. This girl should not rebel for too long, the prosperity of my canteen could be threatened.

"Are you the same as me?"

A few seconds Datul was stunned. He wants to be persuaded, in seduction, in puja by Mas Ali. If Mas Ali asked that, Datul became afraid to leave.

"No, not so..."

"Then?"

"Mas Ali forgot one thing, and it made me angry"

"And think that actually Mas Ali doesn't really love me"

"I forgot what?"

"Mas Ali is still unconscious?" The man nodded steadily. Datul pouted disappointed.

"Aghhh... A week ago I had Mas's birthday! Mas Ali doesn't know what pretend not to know huh!?"

"Oh, Jesus!" Ali looks sorry. Of course it's pretend. Besides, he doesn't really care.

"Sorry, I forgot, seriously..July sixteen huh?"

Mas Ali grabbed Datul's hand for him to hold. His gaze focused on the netra Datul who was still sulking. "Sori, tell me what you want, let me make amends, please don't let me down, I can't"

And Datul easily collapsed again. Mas Ali seemed sincerely begging, after all Datul did not want to part with Mas Ali. Nehi, that's the bad thing Datul desperately avoids. Datul wants their relationship to be up to the guarantee.

"Take me to Mas Ali's house, I want to know Mas Ali's house"

"That's it?" Datul nodded.

Hah, of course Datul, let's play at my house.

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The next day, Mas Ali took Datul to his house. A tenement house in one of the housing in Jalan Sudirman area. Since they are on holiday, Mas Ali asked Datul to accompany him all day. He intends to give good memories to Datul.

Mas Ali deliberately invited Datul to shop for vegetables and fish before. Mas Ali said he wanted to taste Datul's cooking. Or they can cook together. Romantic style of Korean drama.

"Let's go in..." Ali opened the door for Datul. Datul was a bit awkward because the house was so quiet.

"Kog deserted Mas?"

"Who else do I want to be, I told you that if I live alone, my mother goes with my sister in Solo, you forget?"

"Hmmm..." Datul scanned every corner of the house. The walls are empty, without family photos. Only the wall clock hangs, and the needle dies.

"I will not be rude to you, most asked to kiss doang" seduced Mas Ali. Datul's face flushed. Embarrassed. And somehow even the shadow of her kiss with Mas Hamam just flashed.

"What the hell Mas,"

"Hahaha..why drink? make it yourself, make it for me"

"Hmmm.. here I become a girlfriend or made a maid anyway" replied Datul who replaced in reply to the cruelty by Mas Ali.

"Watch your own house, Ms. Ali..."

"Ckkk!!!"

Happy Datul is that simple. No matter how it is treated, as long as it is not KDRT, Datul can still accept. Want to be in the bonceng using a motor in the tail of hayuk, invited guleg sambel terasi Ok. Even asked to clean the house, Datul did it with a hore.

After struggling, even though the only thing cooked is spinach and fried milkfish. They can finally eat.

"Enak Mas?"

"Ekhem... yummy, the spice mantep" hoekkk..... This fried milkfish what is salted fish anyway? lt's bad!

"Thankful that Mas Ali likes, said the father anyway every time I cook it tastes salty, yes how, I like salty, hehe..."

Severe, could die of your husband's high blood someday!

Mas Ali wanted to vomit, but for the sake of keeping Datul feeling, he was forced to swallow the junk food.

"Flatul..."

"Yes?"

"Next month I want to go home to Solo, want to use the motor just to save"

"But you know my bike is often fussy"

"Hmm, want to use my bike?"

Datul finished his meal, then washed his hands. "Mas Ali, how many times have I told you, like who? just use my bike, I can take the bus to work"

"Oh. Okay, I'll tell you later"

"Ashia!"

After eating they relax, watch tv while lying down. Sometimes Mas Ali teases Datul by putting his head on Datul's thigh.

Okay, it's still safe!

"honey ..."

"Yes?"

"Can you kiss?"

Datul weighed in his heart. One side of his heart refused, the other side whispered. No problem, this is not the first. He's your own girlfriend.

Ask for the adult male version of kiss, where is it possible to kiss the cheek right?

"What the hell Mas! ngacos!"

"She said, honey?" Mas Ali's eyes are already covered with lust. His face that was fixed on Datul's thigh signaled for Datul to approach, doing the same. Datul lowered his head, guided by a gentle swipe that Mas Ali gave to his cheek. Strange spirits began to be felt by Datul. Those two lips almost stuck, until...

Drrrrrrtt....!

Drrrrrrrrtt....!!!!

Datul's phone is vibrating. The name Mas Hamam appeared on the screen.

Shittt! in a minute though!

"Hehe. I'll pick up the phone first"

Ali looks disturbed.

"Hallo, what's wrong?"

"Where?"

"I'm not home anymore, making the phone call"

"Say I want a gift, a turn in samperin not at home"

"That's it, tomorrow again" Datul whispered a little, it's not good that Mas Ali heard.

"Yes, I'm closed"

"Hoh, look at it later if there's something crying again, ogah I've been..."

Tut!

Datul hung up the phone unilaterally. Sure enough, Mas Hamam is there to poke.

"Who's calling?"

Datul turned his back, trying to be reasonable. "Aaa. that's temen,"

"Try here look"

Suddenly Mas Ali took Datul's phone. This time he was so.

"Mas Hamam?" the frown on Mas Ali's forehead is very noticeable.

"My friend Mas, one village"

"You're not lying, are you?"

"What am I lying to?" I'm sorry, I lied, Mas Hamam has his own place in my heart.

"Handsome and young. Sure you don't feel the same way about him?"

Gelagepan. "Where would he want me to? anyway Mas Ali cook forgot, he was the one I used to be with when I came home from Jogja, remember?"

"Hm, I don't like you being close to him, he seems to have a similar taste to you, you know just that I noticed he was very considerate"

"Your husband sleeps, he covers you with his glove, it's not natural that there's no feeling"

"Mas Ali misunderstood. She was very chatty, along the way usually ngomeli skirt that I wear, he said too short, too sexy, so he wrapped me in a sarong"

"Mas Ali trusts me"

"Hmmm..."

"Thank you dear...."

"Udah afternoon, take a shower!"

"Later at the house"

"She's got a change of clothes, and they're delicious"

"That's it?"

"Heem"

"Yes Ali is waiting here"

"Hmmm.. when you want to be invited.. hehe..."

"Gaje!"

"Haha..."

Datul took a bath with a rather stuffy feeling. Little fret. But again the girl convinced her own heart, there was nothing to fear. If there is a ghost though, there is Mas Ali ahead. Just scream.

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