Me and Yu: Maevino

Eps. 32 'Me2Yu' Realizes Regret

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Zaanse Schans, Netherlands.

Aji arrived somewhere to meet someone.

"Why did they meet here, anyway? Far."

He found the people he was looking for. They've been seen there, Aji's approaching.

Step by step approach them. But the direction is on one person.

Bugh!

"Dadji! Lo what the fuck?!" tyo snapped because Aji suddenly hit Fauzi in the face.

"Fauzi, aren't you papa?" ask Katlyn worried.

Fauzi simply nodded in restraining the pain at the part of his lips.

"That's the first and last blow to you. Because it's been making me a fool all this time" hardik Aji told Fauzi.

And.

Bugh!

Tyo and Katlyn were shocked.

Aji got a blow back from Fauzi. He held a face that hurt from his punch.

"That's my first blow because you're the dumbest man I've ever known" Fauzi's cry made Aji circle his eyes but he realized he had been stupid all along.

Bugh!

"Flame!"

Aji gets a punch back.

"It was the final blow, to represent my twin brother, Fauzan."

At first Aji was a little emotional from getting two punches. But he recoiled hearing the reason he got hit, because the name was spoken. Fauzanis.

"Hey! Mike Tyson vs Roy Jones, huh?! The other one in the ring. You naughty boys." Tyo held Aji's head and Fauzi's head in turn.

Aji frowned annoyedly, she replied to him. "Basic bule kampung." Trying to fuck up Bulyo's best friend.

"Aish! Yes! Yaw! No release! Anjir!" grunts Tyo.

A tense atmosphere becomes a joke and conversely a joke becomes something tense.

"Iewws. Crazy people."

Ketly. He wondered what was the way of peace between men like this? Physical play makes each other hurt their bodies.

"Upin, bullshit bule, and bulb boy."

Suddenly the three men immediately turned to Katlyn's voice with astonished and surprised looks, calling her by a strange name. He calls Fauzi Upin despite his thick hair, not a strand, then he calls Tyo bule who is pretentious when he is handsome, and lastly Aji called a bulb boy? What the fuck?!

Katyln pushed slowly on the three men to sit up sweetly.

"It's delicious. You better talk calmly and casually. Fauzi, you're obviously all the same to him, so he doesn't misunderstand me anymore. And you, Aji. As long as Fauzi is all clear, you're feeling good without emotion."

"... And last." Ketlyn stared at Tyo. "You have to mediate, not make things worse."

Tyo just grunted indifferently.

"So guys, solve your problems. I'll wait there."

Without the three men having not had time to open their mouths to answer, Katlyn had already left.

"Session two start!" shout Tyo.

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Frankfurt, Germany

"Bao. Is this just a one-room?" afra asked a little uneasily to her mentor Dimas.

Dimas. "One one-room university."

Afra sighed in disbelief. Although.

"It is important that there are two mattresses" continued Dimas back.

"But right, hufht ..." Afra was speechless because she was a nobody.

"Gue knows what you think" he said. "Match ..."

"Well, Bang?" With a quick reply Gilang immediately replied.

"Daddy, Bang. Cook me a macem-macem with him." Glancing at Afra. "He's a guy, Bang."

"Lo say what?!" afra stared intently at her friend.

Gilang even cengegesan. "Neither Bang Jago."

Dimas smiled shaking his head at their behavior. "Yaudah, then you rest. If you need anything you call me or I'm not in room 126."

"Bang, if I may sleep in your room. Fear this child is not comfortable," hope Gilang.

"I really want it too. You sleep in my room. But I can't, I'm the same room mentor from another country. Let's just imagine, I'm a two-bedroom for four."

Afra and Gilang were shocked.

"If the kids are from out there, they must share a room and understand. But I know, we're from Indonesia, they think it might be the same as in other countries. Sorry I can't help. Lo maen is safe, yeah," he continued.

Gilang.

"Maen safe what, Bang?" sulkang Afra.

"I-I mean don't macem" Dimas said. "Judah I went back to my room. See you at dinner tonight, guys."

Door closes.

Afra walked first while pulling her suitcase from behind followed by Gilang.

"Mr, Fra. If you're not comfortable, I'm sleeping outside."

"Where outside? Kolong bridge?" decit Afra's. "Or hire a new inn? You bring a lot of money?"

"If that's the case, no. Heheh."

"Jaudah is here. These two beds."

"So seriously?" He asked again to convince.

"But if you're a macem-macem, I'm killing you here too" Afra's timps seriously until Gilang's feathers goosebumps.

"What's my man, a nackal man?" reply Gilang with a coquettish voice like ciwi-ciwi.

"Banky," cried Afra chuckling.

Gilang laughed to see it.

Afra sat on the edge of the mattress while breathing out a moment of rest.

"Mah ..."

"Hem?"

The voice that called out to him was no longer heard.

"Why?" Afra turned to her right side.

"uh? Naw. Not to be hehe."

Afra sighed in annoyance.

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The truth that really made him feel guilty. Guilty like a fool who knows nothing and accuses him for no real reason. So stupid. Explanation of the problem from beginning to end, Aji had already understood it. Fauzan's mistake was not entirely his fault.

Fauzan and Hanna. They both received the ordeal of what they got from the accident. It was not just Hanna who suffered. But also Fauzan suffered because of it. His life was filled with good guilt that he bore the guilt of his friends who were involved from the incident. Depressed and enduring the pain of the disease he suffered from the accident until a new accident that hit him fell into a coma. In such a state, he was still thinking of others. To bring back the happiness of others.

If he is in his position. Maybe Aji himself will not be able to accept it. Aji was wrong.

Fauzi, Aji, Tyo and Katlyn. They were staring at someone's house.

Fauzi knocked on the door. Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok's.

"Wie is dit?" The old woman behind the door opened. "Eh there you guys ..."

Aji's gaze did not blink at all looking at the figure of the woman. His feelings cannot be interpreted.

"This ... who?" tanya the figure of the woman refers to Aji.

"Tante .. This is Aji," he replied with a beating heart.

Diana looked at him deeply. Feel so ...

"Aji my son's little friend Hanna? Mr Sastra's son?"

Aji nodded slowly. Her expression held back the urge to see the figure of Hanna's long-lost mother. Very long.

Miss Diana held back the fun behind it. Slowly her tears trickled considering the boy she used to know was still a child and now has grown up. Friend of his own son.

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