MAY

8. The Miss and the Jealous

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Really, Intan does not lie if his heart beats very fast. By the time school was over, all of his friends were out of class. But he was busy with matters of the heart.

And Mia was very well aware of the condition of her old heart.

At that time also the figure of Enggar appeared from outside the classroom with his style that is cool.

And in the end, both of them have been on the bike seat. But Enggar still did not run the motor.

"Ngapain anyway?" Tanya Intan was upset because the motor had not been run.

"No."

"Continue?"

"Not the cake."

"Seriously Brother Enggar!"

"Yes, uh don't be seriously serious about the entara that we're in the dong guarantee."

Intan snorted strongly, "that's not so good."

"Digger?"

"The package is bego, I'm so begging. Let's be polite to the upperclassman."

"Oh, it's got a lot of customs."

"It's mandatory."

"Same camer cake is also polite. Okay if I go to my house, who?"

"She!?"

Enggar chuckles a little, before he really runs his motorbike, he justifies a little left rearview so that he can see Intan's face through the rearview mirror.

"No grip?" Half the mode.

Intan extended her hand towards Enggar's black bag. Then his hand held tightly to the Enggar bag.

"Udah!" Intan said half-screaming against the sound of the motor engine.

"Well, that's a lot to hold."

"How do you want?"

"On my waist!"

"Oh, aren't you tickled?"

"It's not the same with you."

"Jude."

"Judah what?"

"Gue hold it in a bag."

Enggar sighed resignedly, is Intan less sensitive huh? And what he did was run his motorbike. "Tan."

"Hm?" Answer slowly.

"So busy?"

"Yes, busy. Many tasks."

"Busy definition is a lot of work, and your job misses me?"

After saying so, Enggar gave a smile. Seeing the face of Intan from the rearview makes him want to mesem mesem himself.

Intan held back his bad taste to Enggar, why is there such a shitty species of guy in front of him?

"Start deh nyebelin. If the definition of busy cake is that, then I will never be busy." Intan said strongly, he then threw a glance at the clouds that formed like a full circle.

"Gapapa, girl is a hobby of lying, luckily I'm a great psychic. So I know if you're lying and saying otherwise," this time, the guy kept staring at Intan through the left rearview mirror.

"Basic shaman!" Maki Intan glared at the left rearview.

The motor stops at the intersection of the red light. The reverse timer starts from the 60th second.

Enggar in a haughty style and pura threatened later."Yep I'm a shaman. Ready to be ready for me to fall in love with me!"

"So, I've fallen in love!" Intan immediately glared and patted his mouth 2 times.

"Whatwas? What did you say?" Enggar hurriedly looked straight at the image of Intan in the mirror.

Being stared like that makes Intan inevitably wave himself. How did her little mouth slip with the sweetness?

"Continent?" Call Enggar, but there is no word from the one who has a name. While running his motorbike he occasionally stared at Intan from the rearview mirror.

"Darling? Beb's? By? Mama?"

"Huh what! Disgust that call! What is my boyfriend!?" Intan then puffed his cheek.

Enggar smiled thinly and put on his plain face. "Loh, Dedek Intan feels called dear? Though I call the father of selling mango loh!" point it at a street vendor on the sidewalk of a shop.

Intan grimaced and then patted Enggar's shoulder as tightly as possible. "Shame on!"

"Duh, um, jealous, do I love other people?"

"Gr lo! Amit amit! Treat, read it all." He said while shuddering in horror.

"But seriously," said Enggar, turning his face into a serious one, "So really speaking?"

"What?" Tanya Intan pura innocen.

"That one. The shaman the shaman."

"Oh you shaman? Can exorcise the spirit of jah-"

"Not Intan, my dear. You really don't need to be in the den? Are you in love with me?" Enggar tried to hold dead his smile. Especially his heartbeat.

"Eh?" Intan bit her lower lip, she then looked at Enggar bag which she had rematted due to salting.

"Natep's pocket to the bag anyway? Your boyfriend Enggar loh, not the bag."

"Anu! Is this your bag dirty? There's dust a little bit." Intan pointed at Enggar's bag which was slightly exposed to the powder for some reason. He automatically patted the bag slowly.

"So this is a story you pay more attention to my bag?" Ask in a sulking tone.

"But seriously there was a dirty cake." Her voice moved on to just pat the black thing.

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Yes, although it is dirty little, but it is Intan's strategy to just divert the complicated conversation with this guy who is driving.

"Okay the fix, you can close your ear right away Tan? I want a meeting with my bag again."

Intan looked at Enggar through the rearview. He raised an eyebrow sign of lack of understanding. "Huh?"

"I'm talking to the same bag again. Okay, you know, you've been the same me since 2nd grade Junior High. That means we're almost 3 years old. And well, every week I clean you up. And this is balesan lo? Lo nikung me?"

Intan held back his laughter, while Enggar showed his serious pretentious face. "Oh good's. Why should you be in the hold of Intan? Why don't I try?"

"I'm holding you, not a muhrim!" Reply Intan half-cried.

"Keep the bag?" Enggar asked in the same tone.

"He has no gender." Little smiling Intan answered him.

"Do I need to lose gender so I can hug? A hum?"

"Hush!"

The two chuckled softly later. Then Enggar continued. "Bag, come on tuker place huh? You drive me in the middle."

"Eh no! What do I hold?" Prevent Intan before Enggar really does.

"Know there, stomach there. Belts exist. Please choose neng." Enggar stared at the street and stopped to move the bag to his chest.

"So, put on a kalii bag!" Intan grumbled slowly accompanied by bulging cheeks.

"Got ah! I'm gasuka! Can type in the bag and guenya." Enggar pura rambek then as if nagging on the bag.

His heart suddenly warmed, what sentence Enggar was an implied jealous sentence?

"Basic of jealousy!"

"Eh, right? It was fitting I nyapa dear pemerang sell mango lo ngambek!"

Intan patted Enggar's shoulders strongly, as an impingement material.

"No!"

Intan was about to go long again but was restrained because he realized he had arrived in front of the fence of the house.

"Well, our journey is over Tan. Didn't expect to talk that way just as you're out of time." Enggar showed his disappointed face.

While getting off the motor Intan frowned, "lo say what?"

"Then...."

"Oh yes! I didn't tell you what the hell it was about the way to my house, how do you know my house?" Intan asked suspiciously. Afraid that Enggar was always stalking her.

"I also know when your birthday is. I also know who your God is."

"PLAGIAR DILAN!!"

"Liken?"

"Tomorrow I'll buy a big mirror, okay? The rearview mirror still isn't enough." Half frustrated Intan at least offers services to cure PD si Enggar disease.

"Oh okay, so you take me on the road? Hmmm, sip's okay. Bye Baby Tatan's. Oh yeah, greetings to your mama I'm gabisa stop by, there's business. Bye dear."

After saying so the guy running the motor raises a thin smoke that accompanies the heartbeat of an Intan.

Yeah, at least he remembered. Tuesday, August. He's very happy. Happy, then feel how the feeling of the heart pounding as fast as it tight.

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