My Friend in Grandpa Village

Chapter 6

In the kitchen room there was a sound of laughter from the cool citizens laughing jokingly with Dena. Apparently the girl was easily familiar with all the citizens making her liked by many people.

Apparently there was a somat sir and his wife also in there, the fathers who punished them for the mango.

"Hahaha.I'm sorry, Neng. I don't know if the maning mango father is just the bad boy." said pak somat laughing amusedly.

"Father, I told you that I am not a thief. Time saucy gini spelled maling. Embarrassed it was Grandpa Hari." reply the girl who mingled with the citizens.

"Yaudah, gini gini, as your apology. What if you love mangoes for free. Count on thank you for finding an eel for my wife."

"Where are you, sir? I know the person does not like to ask for a reward, but yes, if you sincerely mahh what I can." reply Dena laughed at the end of her sentence.

"That's the same, Neng. Just tell me you want to. Yaudah, tomorrow morning you take Arel to pick up your mango. But, don't get it?"

"I don't know where Mr. Arel is. Lha wong just yesterday acquaintance."

"Silent. In the morning he must have passed by while leaving school. You just wait in the chair under the mango tree. He usually likes to stay there. The guy likes to be alone but that's it, naughty." somat sir's story.

"It's bad, sir? What the hell is he doing?" asked Dena a little curious.

"Mah many, Neng. But, residents here also like to ask for help with him. The guy's not a nego-nego, we tell him to fuck. Love racing noh same village boy next door too. Nights like to make noise with the sound of the motor."

"A real bad boy, sir. Haha..." Dena laughed at the story of Mr. Somat who told the mischief of the young man.

"Neng, play sometime to my father's house. Now you want to go home first with the wife." pamit pak somat with his wife.

"God willing, sir." replied Dena.

The girl was sitting in a corner of the room, flanked by other mothers. While his grandfather had moved, in the future chatted together with the fathers or elders there.

"Where are you going, Neng?" ask the mothers next to him.

The girl looked. "Me, buk? I live with my Grandpa." replied the girl.

"I mean tea, where did Neng previously live?"

Dena smiled clumsily while scratching her head not itching. "Hehe, sorry, buk. I'm not connected. I am from Jakarta, buk." exclaimed Dena.

"Oh, Jakarta anyway. Still in school?" guess that mother.

"Still, buk."

"What class? Vacation, so play here?"

"I'm new to High School, buk, 11th grade. It just so happened that his first semester break was sent here by my Papa."

"Oh, still young. I thought you were just Junior High."

"Hahaa... My body is small huh, buk? Hehe, understand the heredity, buk."

"It just so happens that my late mother also came from here, but in the village next door. That's what Papa said to my grandfather anyway." continued Dena told me.

"It turns out the same people here. It just so happens that my mother's husband is also from the village next door. If you can find out who your mom's last name is?" ask that mother.

"Dena, buk. Exactly with my name."

"Awhile, I remembered. I've heard his name, but that's it, forget to remember. Understand that my mother is old, my granddaughter already has two."

"No pa-pa, buk." replied Dena chuckling.

"Hehe, thank you, buk." said Dena timidly.

"When do you go to mom's house? The same house this. I have the youngest son, who knows you'll want to meet."

Sapaan ends up acquaintance with his son. Wkwk. Dena did not end up thinking with the mothers of today, a clear look dikit already want nyosor say "I have a boy"

"Hehe, yes, buk." replied Dena cengengesan.

Intermingle, greeting each other and the last meal together. Grandpa Hari seemed to be shoving his head through the kitchen connecting door. He was looking for his grandson.

Dena got up as her Grandfather waved his hand telling her to come closer.

"Why, Cake?" ask Dena.

"Grandfather just wanted to say that Grandpa will be home a little long. You want to come here or go home? Bring Grandpa's bike if you want to go home." Grandpa half-whispered in the crowd.

"Ummm... Dena's coming home, Cake, not pa-pa?"

"Yes, not pa-pa. You go home when you get bored."

"Yaudah, if that's Dena's coming home, Cake. Grandpa don't go home for long" said Dena who finally decided to go home.

"No! Get Grandpa's bike home, let's not get tired of walking."

"No. With a walk home, no pa-la really, Cake. All sports, hehe." the girl was grinning.

"really? Yaudah, be careful when it comes home."

"Dahhh, Grandpa. Dena's home first, huh?" Dena snatched his grandfather's hand salim then after that pamphit. Beware of other villagers.

Dena's out the back door. Walk down the small hallway next to the house and finally get to the front. Apparently there are still many people there, both inside the house and outside.

The girl walked with slow steps, occasionally smilingly greeting the villagers.

Kringg kringg kringg

The girl suddenly turned her body, seeing someone riding an ontel bike with a wow speed.

"Surge woyy! Move over!" shouted the cyclist, he seemed to balance his body.

"Eh! Uh..." Dena pulled over and retreated backwards so that the bike and the man did not hit her.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa.." The two yelled as the bike became uncontrollable. Both fell down, their bodies bouncing into the trench. Luckily the trench was dry, even the ground was cracked. Maybe it has not been inside for a long time so dry, water is not even willing to occupy the trench.

"Yyahakaakkkkkk...!!!! Lo! What the fuck, huh!!!" the girl shouted, her body lying perfectly in the grassy trench and the bushes.

"Ado!!! My waist hurts." he lamented while holding his waist because he hit the handlebar of a bicycle.

"Damn! Why do I have to be killed every time there is a lo anyway, Rel." grumbled the girl.

"Lo is the one who's fighting my way. It was but a narrow street but you took the road." Kilah the young man.

"That's! You know, really, Rail! You have to be self-aware. I already know the small streets but still playing the jockeying." scolding the girl.

The young man remained silent, trying to get up and get his bike out of the ditch.

"Please, Rail. The time you help is just a bicycle." said Dena stretched out both hands.