My Fancy Beloved

Rest

Look out for you, Angga! Wait in bed, I'll answer you! That's a big mouth if you say, make me ashamed half to die! Rutuk Tio in his heart.

"It's okay, Yo. Don't be ashamed! I understand, really." Mr. Yuan chimed. "So, did you come to his house?" continued mr Yuan.

"Not yet, Om, because his house was having a celebration event!" answer Tio. He already felt even more plump after hearing the reply from Mr. Yuan. He is a very good parent and understanding.

"Oh, so?" mr. Yuan hung up the question.

"I want to make sure it's really her house, Om. And I really want to see you," said Tio honestly.

"Who's his parents' name if Om knows!"

"Sir Atmaja, Om!" tio Sahut.

"Oh," Mr. Yuan the mangosteen.

"When are you going there?" keep up Mr. Yuan.

"Tonight, Om!" tio answered enthusiastically.

"Don't!" mr. Yuan's reflexes forbid. Tio instantly fell silent and pursed his lips. He leaned his back against the chair.

"Don't tonight mean it" continued Mr. Yuan.

"Yes, Yo, you're ggeyelan anyway! I told you that too. They must be tired. So, tomorrow only. Promise, huh! I'll keep you," Angga added.

It was like getting a glimmer of light in the middle of the darkness of the forest. Tio's heart was like seeing a dancing firefly. He retracted the speech he would do for Angga later while sleeping. He did not expect, it turns out Angga successfully turned on the green light and blessing from his papa. He is grateful in his heart. His best friend is always ahead. Although his behavior sucks, but his heart is so good like a white god.

"Yes, Om, thank you, Om!" answer Tio.

"Yes, you guys just rest in the room, tomorrow just go to the house of the future in-laws." Said mr. Yuan. He got up from his chair and stepped into the room.

"Your father, Yo, Yo! I have to be the one representing. How to be your dream husband!" ledek Angga's. Then he went into the room leaving Tio in the living room.

"Review you later, Ga. One day you'll know what I'm feeling!" tio Protest. He followed Angga into the room. He saw Angga was summarizing the clothes scattered on the bed of Tio.

"Now, work! I'm the one who finished it too!" sulkan Angga's. Now, the mattress is clean from the clothes. With sinless behavior, Tio immediately threw his body onto the mattress.

Bruggh

"Well, it's convenient,..." Tio spread his hands and closed his eyes enjoying the soft bed linen that wrapped the mattress.

"Bas on luknut's son!" Angga hit Tio's arm with his pillow.

"Hahah, thank you, yes Angga. You are the best friend in the world!" Tio was embracing Angga's shoulder. Just as Angga had climbed onto the bed, Tio immediately embraced him.

"Not sweet-ass! You're just candy!" gerutu Angga's. He shook his shoulders so that Tio would release the embrace on his body.

"Haha! I'm just a twinkle. Finally, after all the full moon, I will meet my bidadar!" said Tio. He re-wrote his body.

Angga and Tio lay down their bodies on the bed. Just like before, the middle of the mattress is roomy and can be occupied for the third person among them.

Angga looked at the ceiling of the room, his mind was wandering thinking about the news of his lover who was in the city. He must be patient to be able to meet the girl of his heart.

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Next day

The house of Atmaja

Pricilia is sweeping the yard. He cleaned up the remnants of garbage scattered after dismantling the truck. He collects garbage into a special hole that has been made to burn garbage next to the house.

"Nando, please Brother, Deck!" pinta Pricil as she watched Nando pass in front of her.

"What, Brother?" ask Nando.

"Get me a match, yes." Pricil ordered.

"Yes, wait a minute, brother!" Nando turned around and entered the house. No need to wait for long, Nando had returned and handed over a small box of matches.

Pricil began to light matches and embroidered into plastic waste and arrange the garbage on it so that the fire evenly. Some time the fire was already burning flat and burning away the collected garbage. No need to wait too long, the garbage runs out leaving smoke flying everywhere.

After cleaning, Pricil helped his mother who was cleaning the kitchen. Put together the equipment that was used yesterday for the celebration. Until everything is neatly arranged in its original place.

"Finally it's done too, Mom!" pricil said full of relief.

"Yes, if you're tired of rest." Said mam Roses.

"Eh! Who's that long wooden barrel, ma'am? Why not go upstairs?" ask Pricil. He saw a wooden barrel that was used yesterday to stir the pot.

"Oh, it's got ma'am, Rina. Later if you've lost tired, please deliver there, Sil." The light of the Rose.

"Now, ma'am," Pricil grabbed his wooden centong, "I'll go first, ma'am!" pamit Pricile.

Pricil went to the house of Rina's mother, Ali's parents, carrying a long wooden barrel that he carried on his shoulder. After about three minutes of walking, Pricil arrived at Ali's house. He went to the side door and called the owner.

"Assalamulaikum!" pricil shouted in front of the door, he knocked on the door while saying hello.

After a while, Ali appeared from inside and welcomed the arrival of Pricil tang carrying a centong.

"Goddessalam,..."

"Eh! You, Sil," said Ali. He opened a door made of wood.

"Yes, Mas. Here, I want to return the centong that was borrowed yesterday with my mother," Pricil handed the centong to Ali.

"Oh, yes, thank you, Sil!" said Ali.

"We are grateful, Mom, I say yes first" Pricil was about to step around.

"Wait!" pinta Ali's. He walked to the terrace and Pricil followed in his footsteps.

"What's up, Mom?" Pricil landed his ass in the front seat of the terrace.

"Yesterday, someone came to the garden, they bought vegetables in the field." Said Ali.

Pricil only listened, he was not surprised if someone who bought vegetables directly came to his field.

"Two teenage boys the same age as you, Sil." Continue Ali.

Deghh

Pricil's heart and mind were immediately contaminated with Ali's speech. He is still waiting for the continuation of his story. Though in his heart he wondered who he meant.

"Say, they're your classmates, Sil," Ali continued.

Pricil knitted his eyebrows. His mind increased branches. Guess who it is. Increasingly curious, he chose to ask directly.

"What's his name, Mum? Did you ask?" sahut Pricile.

"The one I remember, anyway. They say Mr. Yuan's son owns a palm oil plantation near the corner." Terang Ali's.

"Who is Mr Yuan, Mas?" Pricil who did not know asked.

"The townspeople have the widest garden in our village." Obviously Ali.

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Get here first, man friend, while waiting for the author up, yuk! come to my friend's work on this one. The story is really romantic uwu tis tis tis tis

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