Mas, I'm with you

Part 2

A message came in. From the new number. Contains a P doang hurup. I confused to reply. Finally buried. Back I continued cooking noodles at the mejicom. The fate of the kost.

'It's Jani.' The second time the new number sent a chat.

What should I reply to? With a little expensive selling, I ignored his message. Though I was eager to reply in a matter of seconds, but I still maintained my prestige.

Either annoyed or corked (read: lonely) Rinjani sent another message.

This time successfully made me put instant noodles that are still hot in the mouth.

'Have a mas number from bang Joko.'

Continues to? Should I be notified? Kan, no?! I cursed in my heart.

My tongue feels hot. Until I took water many times.

'Oh.'

I first have Joko Jani's number. They look familiar (like) have exchanged mobile numbers. Even this morning the road.

Hmmmm .. I reflect. Seeing my face.

Ah, I'm not so ugly.

I'm looking for a picture of Joko in the gallery. I turned my eyes, one second to Joko's photo, five minutes to my face.

Still holding me!

I leaned my back against the bed. Joko's words at that time.

"Lo handsome, anyway, Ta. Not just humorous."

What is the humorous definition like? My prints are like this. Wherever it is like this. Hasn't changed.

How do I deal with girls?

Is that Joko? Which are unclear? Ah, I don't think it's necessary. Everyone has their own way of showing their feelings.

I have to be creative. Not following Joko in the girls' business. I have my own way. Although maybe, girls will run away first because I can't be romantic.

'Main yuk, ma'am, where the fuck is.'

I stared at the message on the phone screen many times. Ignoring the noodles that have lost their sauce.

I was confused what to reply. Until Jani sends a message back.

'Eater, nih.'

'Now?'

'yes. Not going anywhere, right?'

'No.'

'I'm going there now, yeah.'

Huh huh? How's it?

I was still using a color and a soccer jersey when I heard the door knock. I looked first from the window.

Well, Jani's coming. It's so cute (indulgent). Wearing a knit jacket and letting her hair droop.

While me?

I glanced at the clothes I was wearing? Ah, really shabby and shabby.

The door was knocked again. This time he called my name.

"Mas ... Mas Genta." Rinjani dyed in front of the door.

"Mas ... There's a nyariin, no." I heard Nur's voice saying. "Genta, there's his girlfriend, here."

Before Nur's gawking came in, I opened the door and smiled at the girl in front of me.

"So the road, right, Mas?" tanyanya gently.

"Yes .. yeah, a minute."

Rinjani nodded and sat down on the rattan chair.

"You want to go in first?" My head is out behind the door.

"Not anything?"

"What the hell, anyway."

"Ih, mas Genta," replied the spoiled Rinjani. "But I'm going in!"

Pimply. Whynot? I nyesel already nawarin him so.

Rinjani just walked in when I didn't answer. He saw the contents of my contract. Nothing, just gallons, mejicoms, bookshelves, dirty laundry baskets and acoustic guitars, my financial source.

He seemed interested to see the photos on the wall. Then his hand went through the bookshelf.

Ouch. Why, anyway?

He turned to look at me who had changed clothes, rather neat (in my opinion).

"We're here, yes, Mas."

"Not going?" My question immediately got a nod from Rinjani. "Why?"

"We're eating boiled noodles here. I want to read these books" he said, pointing to the book in hand.

"Nice with the neighbors. Two-age in the room malem-malem,"

Rinjani sat down, then opened the page of the book.

"Envin' it!"

Idiho. It could be that relaxed. If it is raided, I get sprayed, Neng. Lu mah no. Bloons.

"So cook no noodles?"

"What noodles do you want?"

Fucking chick. Just want to make it good. I ended up working alone in the kitchen.

I heard Rinjani approaching. He stood behind me, slightly on his tiptoes to find out what I was doing.

"Said bang Joko, mas singer in the cafe, huh?"

"Lied him." I answered while putting noodles in boiling water.

"I want to hear dong singing," he said right on the side of the ear.

Woy, can you go all the way? Your perfume stings. Disturb my smell.

But .. pretty soon. Fragrant.

"can't. It's been said."

"Oh, judes."

Rinjani sat on the plastic chair I ate in. I don't know the initiative from where he entered the bathroom.

"Well?" I'm a little jolted.

Danger. Danger. My panties are there.

"Thin."

I'm pinching the temple. Nih, baby girl too. The nyebelin oath.

Selanang-selonong entered without regard to the owner of the house who behaved judes.

We finally enjoyed the instant noodles in silence. The stock of instant noodles at the end of my month was reduced by one, because of this creature.

Why, the hell, is he here?

Why do I care about him? It should be reminished.

Ah, suck!

"Tomorrow I'll go to college, huh, Mas?" Rinjani grinning horse.

While I was sculpting. Want to tell him: 'WHY LU NGEREPOTIN?' But all I did was nod.

"God willing if you don't forget,"

Rinjani glared spoiled.

"Don't forget."

"Man, right, the place is wrong."

Checkmate. Rinjani nodded and stirred up the instant noodles. ******!

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I rubbed my eyes when I heard Nur's screams. What's up, anyway? I had no intention of shouting, just sitting on the side of the bed and still sleepy.

My eyes woke up when I heard the door slam.

"Mas ... anterin me, yes ...." The sound filled my ears.

Rinjaniiiiiiiiiii, why are you here?

I was misbehaving. I could have heart disease for a long time.

"Can't we be here?" I'm hissing.

Rinjani grinning horse.

"There's a door!" Rinjani replied with her eyes turning around glaring at me.

"Anterin me, Mas." Rinjani's gaze was clear. I didn't answer, just put on flip-flops, then walked to the bathroom.

Rinjani pulled the back of my shirt, so I had trouble moving.

"Yes, right?"

I clucked and nodded.

"Thank you, Mom." Rinjani is hysterical, she hugs me from behind. "Ih, smell."

"I didn't ask to be hugged."

"Yes, sorry," he muttered with a grin.

I came back after showering and changing clothes. He did not glance, busy staring. Upon hearing my deheman, the clear-eyed girl turned her eyes away.

Shortly after arriving at Rinjani campus, I dyed. Rinjani smiled and thanked me. I returned his smile with a forced.

Then before I actually left, I heard the chattering of some of Rinjani's comrades who were looking at me with narrowed eyes.

"Kok wants to, Jan, be accompanied by the mas-mas" he commented.

I'm termangu. Ready to hear the babbling of the girls.

Rinjani asked back, "What's wrong?"

"The motor, right, matic!"

"What's important, isn't it stuck."

I felt defended by that annoying girl, a smile of victory emanated from my face.

'Thank you, Jan!" I said in my heart. He hummed and left the campus.

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In addition to working as a cafe singer, I was also entrusted to teach private lessons.

After the afternoon, I hurriedly locked the door. I saw that Gita was in a hurry to get to my hostel.

"Well if you want Adrian's nitipin!" Just now I was hissing, there was already a cry of his cry.

"Mas .. mas Genta. Titip Adrian, yes."

I squeezed the old paper in my hand. So, approaching to the front.

Ma'am Gita wears a veil in a hurry. He pointed to his son who was playing a bicycle with another child.

"Why not take it, anyway, Ma'am?"

Ma'am Gita replied while gliding .

"Ribet, Mom. Si Rian if you want to snack continue not bought, like to cry roll-cross."

"What do you want to buy, anyway, ma'am?" Eva's mom who just returned from college said hello.

"That's chocolate with toys. Chocolate's a seuprit,"

"What chocolate, huh?"

"Who likes to be placed near the cashier's table. Haduuuh, ah, hunt my son see, nih." As fast as lightning, Gita blurred in front of both of us.

Eva's sister joked as I watched Adrian running around.

"Nice, yes, pinned mulu?"

I just answered through a growl.

"Everything has kids so it can be nitipin too."

When I want to answer the chatter, mpok Nur keburu nyamber from the side. He had finished picking up clothesline, suddenly joined in.

I raised my eyebrows watching the two of them.

"Don't go far away, child. Wife first. Uh, girlfriend, what kind of girlfriend. Any?" With a mocking laugh, Nur's voice sped up his pace. It seemed like he knew that I would respond with widened eyes.

I approached Adrian who had fallen because of Tasya's push. The three-year-old boy was still smiling even though his slightly bloody knee was rubbed off on the asphalt.

Soon my card he's. I nagged him, and as I sat Adrian in the chair, the boy pointed to the road.

I look at it lazily.

"What, the hell, you?" My question was answered after seeing Rinjani in Joko's bell. They looked sticky, even chuckling occasionally.

I treated the wound on Adrian's knee without speaking a word. Then the sound of the soundtrack ftv fish flying from the house mpok Nur.

'Kumenis .. imagine.'

The lyrics match what I feel right now.

Adrian jumped up as soon as he saw his father coming home. Being too enthusiastic, he fell again.

"Rian ... why?" Bang Rapli. He also saw a wound on his son's knee that had been treated. "Thank you, Mom." I'm nodding.

There was a scornful tone as bang Rapli said back, I turned my head after intending to go into the house and shut myself up.

"Want to go back to childhood. When you fall, only your knees hurt. Not heart. Especially the feeling."

"What, Bang?"

Bang Rapli replied as it passed.

"The real sadboy!"

His chin seemed to point towards Rinjani's terrace. The girl was chatting, both of them were even laughing, looking very familiar.

Seeing that, not knowing why, I was upset.

So upset. I want the one in Joko's position to be me.

But this isn't jealousy, huh!