My Friend in Grandpa Village
Chapter 9
Three rakaat prayers of their pilgrims tuning in the surau. Finished greeting the citizens, Dena went straight out, the girl was waiting for her Grandfather outside.
"Eh! Dena?" when the girl was surprised, she turned her body perfectly, looking at the three girls who had greeted her. Dena just smiled then nodded towards the three of them.
"You're here too?" ask Dena.
"Hehe, yes. Don't you see?"
"likely anyway. I was at the front shat. Don't look back and don't know." replied the girl.
"Damn! Pantesanese. Oh, ja.. Waiting for who? Grandpa lo?" ask Anna.
"Yes, I was with Grandpa. No. The guy's talking to the people."
As they chatted, suddenly came several youths towards them, his coffee still lingering on each head.
"Fairel!" point Risty towards Fairel who came with her two best friends.
"Hi, girls!" greet Dicky with flirtatiousness.
"Jeek! Talk lo, Ky, make me eneg." Risty let out an amused expression, as if wanting to vomit.
"What the hell lo, Ris? Sewot amad, jealous huh??" goda Dicky's.
"Haa??? What.. jealousy? Idiho! Not really."
"That's it, Ris. Si Iky is cute." continued Dewi while mocking.
"Yes, yeah!"
When they quarrel, different again with Dena and also Fairel. They both look at each other.
"Makep lo, Rel, if you use that coffee." praise Dena without shame.
Fairel who was praised was instantly embarrassed, the young man confirmed the location of his coffee.
"Lo is also beautiful with that mukena. So look at it." praise Fairel back.
"Gue is always beautiful." Fairel rolled both his eyes puffed. Just nudged also a little already oling aja.
"Eh, you guys are being fucked!" both of them were surprised to see the Goddess who instantly appeared in their midst.
"No, no. We're not at home, we're talking. Isn't that right, Rail?"
The young man just nodded.
"Eh! I go home first, right? Grandpa already called." said Dena realized.
"Go home." exclaimed Risty and Anna.
"See you tomorrow. Daahhhh.." the girl passed by while waving her hands in prayer. Then he went to see Grandpa, took him home.
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Brummm brummm
There is a thick puff of smoke coming from the motor. A boisterous voice rang out in the quiet streets.
"C!" the clap landed right on the back of Fairel who was watching the race that was about to start.
"Why?" asked the man, instead, sucked a cigarette in his finger slingshot.
"No ah. Again my males, the opponent is not cool." replied the young man.
"Yee, that's exactly it. If you follow it, it'll win."
"How many bets?" the young man bernego.
"habit." Rafael raises both eyebrows. His hand shows the nominal number that will be the bet.
"That's a little. Don't want me."
"Ihh! Still good, Rel, that. Than last night was even a little bit. It's against the village boy next door who snobs it."
"Kayak children need to be annihilated, make people sprain."
"Eat, ayok. Lo lose him."
"Say, the stakes are too small, I don't want to."
"Lo! Haish. okay, I said. Just jerk." Rafael moved away, seen from where Fairel was sitting, he was negotiating with the committee. Not long after, Rafael returned to bring news that was quite bad for Fairel.
"Udah. They want to say, thankfully I was forced plus a little threat. Want to not lo?" talk to the young man again.
Fairel threw away the remaining half of his cigarette, then got up to shake his slightly dirty back pants.
"Gue wants to."
They both smile. Speaking of Dicky, the young man couldn't get together because he wasn't home right now.
Fairel was already in the arena, she was wearing a helmet full of opened glass. Gazing fiercely towards his opponent on the right and left sides, there were some also behind.
Ready's?
All the participants nodded their heads as well as Fairel.
Three
Just the first count, but the smoke of the motorbike was already seen surrounding the arena.
Two
One
...
Gos!
Brummm
In one tap the Fairel motor immediately darted. In the middle of the journey he slowed down the speed of his motorbike to align with the opposing motor.
The young man looked relaxed. A few minutes later he spurred his bike back on, chasing a deliberate lag.
Twice the rounds were finally completed. The winner was announced as Fairel. Who would want to fight that young man?
"Where? Still want your asses on?" asked cynical Fairel.
"Squeals! It's just proud. You see, I will definitely give you that." replied Tino arrogantly. The village boy next door who is famous for his arrogance. To the extent that the news was heard in Fairel et al.
"Please. I'm waiting for that. Hmmmm." Fairel fanned out the betting money he got. The young man sniffled cynically staring hatefully.
Not wanting to see old Tino, Fairel immediately moved away. He approached Rafael who was then filled with a smile of pride.
"Damn! What I said. You'll win, Rel. Yaudah, yuk pull it! It was time to rest" said Rafael, who was nod by Fairel.
