My Friend in Grandpa Village

Chapter 12

"That was a long time ago, Na. Don't be yanked."

"Gue's not gouging, Rel. But that's the truth, that's the fact."

"Same aja. It makes no difference."

"Different."

"Either."

"Different."

"Sa-"

"Stop stops. You guys talk about what's different with everything?" cut the Goddess quickly. From then on he just watched. It's like a mosquito. He is alone while his friends like to have a partner. Dena-Fairel, Risty-Dicky, Anna-Rafael.

"That lizard on the wall" replied Fairel.

"Silence is creeping." continued Dena.

"Come with a mosquito."

Plakkk

"Adoiii! Sick, Na."

"Not singing. It's so scary to know."

"Kan lo also connect yes I just connect again so that it is complete."

"Ck! Don't make that fuss. It fits you guys." exclaimed Dewi while shaking her head.

"No!" the two are in unison.

"That's right, together. Fix, fits!" said Dewi point no debate anyway.

"You're eating hopefully yet? Continue again." the finished Rafael.

"Yes, yeah. Short of it, I drink first." continued Dicky quickly sipped his remaining iced tea in half.

"Lo, Rails?"

"My body. Yaudah, go ahead."

The boys are now starting to struggle again to make a tree house. Not too small and not too big. The point is that it's just for fun. Maybe if for a payload of 7 people is enough.

"Would it fit if we all went inside?" muttered Dena while researching.

"Let's do it, Na. Hahaaa." reply Goddess laughed.

"Gee! Will collapse if forced."

"Not forced. Let's replace it if it doesn't fit."

"Weh! Tumben lo pinter's brain, Ris." chirped Anna praising Risty.

"Gue emang pinter. My nearsightedness can't squirm my brain."

"It's clear, Ris. People have brains inside their heads. If outside, it can still be seen. Or your head is transparent."

"Lo. I don't want to." Risty shuddered back at the thought of a transparent head.

"Maha..."

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For hours they were there at last the tree house was finally so. The girls were quite amazed by the skills of the men. Even if it's naughty but everything can be done with exceptions.

The girls who originally wanted to go to the tea plantation also became forgotten because of keasasi. Now they sit in the grass under the trees.

"Rel, that's the tree house you made when?" ask Dena curiously.

"Udah long. Just now it can only be finished." replied Fairel who replied nod by Dena.

"Great as you guys. The three of them succeeded. I salute." praise Dena blatantly.

"Must dong. Guys should get everything. I can cook, let alone be holy."

"Ah time anyway, Rail. I doubt it?"

"It's up to you to not believe."

"Yes, I believe."

"When do you come back?" fairel asked as she looked up at Dena who was sitting upright while herself lying down with her arms as a cushion.

"Maybe next week. Wh why? Can't wait to see me returning to Jakarta?"

"So. That's not what I meant. I was just that. Wrong huh?"

"Eh! Rail track. Lo... why?" Dena was immediately nervous as Fairel moved. Now his thighs were made into a cushion by the young man.

"My hand is pegel. Numpang brenta huh?"

"D-yes."

The girl's heart was beating faster. He doesn't know what this feels like. Because for the first time the girl was placed quite close together. Dena's dating, yes. However, just a hand grip. But, it felt completely different unlike the current taste.

Holding hands, Dena was immediately caught by the Papa, let alone mess. Maybe he will be locked up in the house or more than that.

Fairel in that position was quite comfortable making her close her eyes. Quite missed with the embrace of a woman. The shadow suddenly appeared in his head.

Both of her parents divorced. Fairel went with her mother and stayed in her village while her Papa, I don't know, Fairel didn't think about the man. Maybe she's married again. Her thought.

For many years Fairel lived with his Mother and Uncle (his mother's sister) and the mother died of cancer which he suffered made him leave the child.

Living with Uncle and his aunt made Fairel grateful. At least there are people who love him so much. Even Fairel called his Uncle Papa.

"Na." call the Goddess.

"Hmmm..."

"Sleep?" tanya Dewi was researching Fairel.

"Don't know."

"Udah wants a night. Turn yuk! Let's get you home."

"Eh! Yes, it turns out it's going to be the night. Wait, I woke him up first."

"okay."

"Rul." Dena shook the young man's arm. His feet tingled because in the position too long let alone there is a Fairel that makes his thigh as a cushion.

"Arels."

"Mmmmm." the young man just muttered.

"Udah wants a night... Fairel." - fairel."

"Wake, Rail. Yuk's home!"

Dena looked at the Goddess expectantly. I hope your friend helps or gives you advice.

"Hold his forehead. Ntar also woke up" said Dewi who already knew the habits of Fairel. Every young man was asleep Dicky and Rafael must have woken up by holding his forehead.

The six of them were pretty close. Moreover, the Goddess who is tied to family relations with Fairel.

Dena according. The girl placed her palm on Fairel's forehead. Not long after that young man opened his eyes.

"Sorry, Na. You must be pegel, right?" said the young man was not good. Intentions want to hitchhike for a while eh kebablasan fall asleep.

"No pa-pa. Just relax. I'm going home tonight, I want to go home."

"Do you want antherin?"

"No need, Rail."

"really? Lagain if they are anterine must go back and forth because it is not in the same direction. I also have a motorbike."

Dena thought about whether to accept Fairel's offer or not. "really? No, no, no, no?"

"No. Just relax, yaudah, let me anterin."

"Gue go home first, huh?" pamit Dena to her friends.

"Yes. Careful, Na. Sometimes we come here again." said the Goddess as well as Anna and Risty.

"Ky, Raf. I'm also home."

"Yes. Be careful with the motor. Banging on that guy's kid." Dicky chirped.

Both say goodbye first. Dena got on the Fairel bike as soon as the young man was ready. Fairel drove the bike slowly.

It did not feel that the motor driven by Fairel had arrived in front of Grandpa Hari's house. It turned out that Grandpa was sitting on the porch of the house reading the newspaper. Maybe waiting for the grandchild to come home.

"I'm sorry, Keys, my Grandpa's granddaughter's nagging night."

"No pa-pa. Thank you for bringing Grandpa's granddaughter. Grandpa's worried about coming home tonight."

"Yes, Cake. If so Arel went home, Cake. Dahh Grandpa... Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

The young man was polite. Then go home.

"Sir, Papa was calling Nanyain Grandpa. Trus Dena said Grandpa doesn't exist."

"Judek. Huh! you take a shower ready for the mosque."

"Yes, Cake."