Maidatul Khan's

Chapter 8: The Dating

In the days that followed, the sweet brondong always disturbed the heart of Datul which was never peaceful. Show up to the store just to buy a piece of wound plaster. Or just passing through the horns is not clear. Like at the moment.

Tot...lottt...!

Datul reflexes raised his head, and the sweet brondong just passed by, waving with his sweetest smile. Datul's heart rate is not good. He was misbehaved, intending to ignore the charm of the brondong, Datul turned right and instead hit the medicine rack behind him.

Pork!

Head up!

"Datul, what the hell are you doing? aja anteng shelf you hit" seloroh Mbak Nur, Datul's coworker who holds the title A.Md Farm.

Datul can only grimace while stroking his cramped jaw. Hla fortunately fit into the Jedor not fit his acne that is as big as Teletubbies hill. Crying blood when it hits. Must hurt.

The next day, almost every afternoon Nugroho sent snacks to the pharmacy. Jajanan dimeh but it feels haphazard, because what? Because it is sent with a package of love. Po edan!

Monday seblak, Tuesday cilor dream, Wednesday breakaway, Thursday Leker, and this afternoon meatball sauce. Not real meatballs, but meatballs, that's the target of SD children's buyers, so you can buy two thousand, three thousand or five thousand. Free, the important thing is to pay with money. Do not ask the taste, the wong is just a dough of flour in the round and round continues in love with a lump of the same micin as sagor. Even so Datul likes. He's a lover of soupy food don't forget.

"What is today's blessing?" sindir Mbak Nur who Bejo always splashed snack Nugroho shipment.

"Wkwkwkkx... Meatballs on your broth, take it!"

"Is there a pellet? love pellets...love pellets! love pellets! pellets...." Mbak Nur continued his question by singing the song that was popularized by Soimah. Making Datul directly ngakak bengek.

"Basmalah Ma'am, let the pellets fade!"

"Wakakakak.. understand the number of loving bocil, so this meatballs on the roadside there yes, beware no itunge how many rolls this"

"Wkwkwkwkw. seven Mbak's seeds are not it, the sauce is a lot until they float inside"

"Well, quite a package of seven thousand, although the leak ga stingy, understanding as well anyway, until I always splashed, already bought a teros, at least I have to be fine"

Datul laughed again, since the appearance of Nugroho his life back in color. Every day someone sends a message. Good morning, haven't eaten yet, what else? When going to sleep too, beautiful dreams yes, do not forget to install mosquito repellent! Absurd sometimes brondong sweet.

Although not replying to him at all, Datul smiled as he read the messages.

"Of course, advice yes. We've received his snacks every day, cook yes you still hang him is not clear that.. if you don't want to say you don't want, don't want his people to accept his snacks, cheat it!"

Datul ngakak again. "Get me Ma'am, wong is still in high school, not sure I. The old ones are painful, especially the ones that are still unstable!"

"It's true, too..."

"Some of me also refused, but he who still mengeyel continue"

"One of you also, has a baby face that, thought to be the same age"

"What baby face try mbak, full of boils gini!" datul replied in frustration.

The turn of Mbak Nur. Datul sneered and switched with his gravy meatballs. Directly draw from the end of the plastic do not need to use the event in the move in the bowl. Segerr...!

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"Sir, what else do I have to prove. I like mbak, I'm sure Mbak also likes me, if not I promise to make Mbak like, so let's just date!"

A month passed, Datul confessed his faith as thin as a lingerie shirt. Astoge, in the shoot brondong sweet seriously so. Datul to limp, already similar jelly ngliyutan. And his head suddenly nodded. That's it, they're made.

"Let's ride!"

"Where are you going?" it's been ten and a half hours. Datul scrunched his forehead as his sweet leaning instead pulled him to piggyback. Datul said, although a little anxious, Farkhan must be waiting for his return.

Nugroho drove his motorbike, passing the road that had begun to be quiet. Shops that are usually crowded with all the frenetic was mostly closed. They kept going through the fields. Datul still doesn't know where to go. The sweet brondong instead continues to hum, singing romantic songs.

Then one hand asked Datul's hand to circle around his waist. Hah, Datul's heart rippled incoherently. Let this be called what. Either impingement or pseudo feelings only. Datul is happy like this.

Brondong is sweet, let's just say it's a move on cure from that fucking brekele. Datul can only hope, hopefully his heart will not hurt again.

"We eat here..."

"Huh?" Datul cengo, unaware they were already in front of the fried rice tent.

"Eat first I'll drive you home"

Datul was stunned, if only eating fried rice why go so far?

"Because I want to linger with my new boyfriend"

Damn it. Nugroho could always read the heart of Datul. Datul is fascinated. Datul kept the name of the tent stalls they visited. Fried rice Andalas.

This is a historic place for them, right?

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It is the nature of the heart that is always easy to go back and forth. Datul is happy to spend his days with Nugroho. Even the happiness that was crammed into his heart, brought about a good effect on the hormones in his body.

Datul has not changed the brand of cream he has been wearing for the past six months. And the good thing is, now his face looks radiant and one by one the pimples on his face deflated. Only the traces. It's okay Datul will be patient. He waited patiently for a reply from Nugroho.

Why only tick one? doesn't he have a quotang?

He should have said, I'll definitely buy it for him.

Is he still mad at me?

Not activating the data?

He's torturing me now. ahghhhhh....

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A little first, warm up😁