My Lovely Neighbour (My Beloved Neighbor)

Part 1 - My name is Dina

point of view Dina

"hoooam.nahtuk.."

I got off the bed. Yes , it is Sunday. I have to hurry the bath because my girlfriend will meet me today . me and Gaddafi will go to the tea garden.well.just healing and drinking coffee together , while those stories are. I turn on my shower.. "shoorrrr... blebeg.." shower dies "anjirrr.." I immediately went out of the bathroom even though I only wore a towel that I wrapped around my body. Sure enough, his water machine had been turned off by someone else. I already know who it is. Gito, he's my naughty neighbor who always bullies me. I hate him. Really. He peeked out of the window of his room (our house is only 2 meters away) he saw me upset out of the bathroom and turned on the water pump engine. She laughs.

"hahaha. why do you Din. handukan kayak so make your own shame. I see loh. your body is very sexy din. deserve your girlfriend at home. lah you koyo Spanish guitar" he said in his java medhok.

"what the hell Git..do not jail-jail anymore with me! You're the one who killed the pump? damn you! look out for you next time!"

I immediately went into the bathroom again. (just now I went to the back well of the house.outside the well .fitting facing Gito's room) I quickly took a shower and ran to the room. I take my long hem shirt, and my boyfriend jeans. I wear and then I decorate in front of the glass closet. I sweep my marina powder . I like cheap products and fortunately just fit my smooth mature brown skin. I wear red liptint with thin. use lotion, then I wear perfume. I comb my hair softly, and well, I'm so pretty... I ran to the well to turn off the water pump. I lyrically towards Gito's room. he's gone. Just go to the kitchen and eat some fresh bread with pineapple jam this morning....

Looks like Gaddafi's motorbike has been in front of the house. I rushed to him. then bonceng in the back seat. I have not had time to drink. drag . but it's okay. I'm tired of dealing with Gito. that's why I want to leave quickly.

"i wasn't told to go in first? I'm kaaaaa..." haven't had time to continue the talk I've hit his shoulder "ayo leave.. hurry" Gaddafi's gas-gas motor fast. Maybe he's afraid I'm angry and upset.

Along the way I kept nagging about Gito's fad earlier. Gaddafi just smiles.

"maybe Gito likes you who. but you are careful well.he has naughty thoughts like.I don't want you later in diabusin . let alone to do anything with him! "

Only Gaddafi can say the same to me, because I am his girlfriend. He's overprotective if he's already mentioned about Gito.

bress......

The rain suddenly fell. Shit. plan failed to get to the tea garden. Gaddafi and I took shelter on the porch of someone's house.

"sit down here! " Gaddafi allowed me to sit on the porch of the house where we were sheltering.

"Aissh I again enjoy the rain fi. seems a long time yes berentinya. haduh. failed totally"

I grumbled while sitting next to Gaddafi. He's stroking my shoulder.

"very cute cup of this girl.. "

Suddenly he held the corner of my lips..

I closed my eyes, maybe he'll kiss me . Looks gelagatnya.

"what the heck is it.hahah.this is pineapple jam on your lips." he said while rubbing pineapple jam on the corner of my lips.

Goddamnit! I was stupid to get too carried away! Anyhow he'll probably kiss me on the porch of someone's house.

"well sorry fi. I thought you would.. ah already... the rain stayed drizzling tuh. bentar again subsided.. so to the tea garden right?"

I did call Gaddafi not with affectionate calls like him. I was clumsy and ashamed to call him that. Fortunately he did not protest, I called him Dafi.

Sure enough, until the location was a small drizzle.and we also only drank tea and coffee in a small warkop while eating fried bananas.

We went home disappointed.

Even to my house, the rain still rolling . Gaddafi hurriedly said goodbye.

"Honey I go home first, grandma home alone.I'm afraid grandma shocked by the sound of lightning.I'm sorry.next time I stop by deh. promise..dah!! " he said as he turned and gassed his motor matic.

Hufffttt.. whereas I miss Gaddafi very much. just miss his warm embrace I could not get.

I strip off my clothes one by one. I wear hot pants and my batik rayon t-shirt.

tock-tok-tok...

Someone knocked on my door. "Yes a minute ."

I opened the door and I found Gito carrying a plate of warm fried bananas, visible from the smoke still billowing.

"this is from Din's mother.he said to you. wong was a fried mother a lot anyway. has gone home to you? " said Gito

"say your mother thank you very much. Yes, it has come home because of the rain.Fearnya increasingly heavy Git. Yes, I've been to the back of Git.kamu if you want to go home can. "said I was lazy to argue again with Gito. let him go home soon, I thought.

I entered the room and when I wanted to close the door, it turned out that Gito was following me.

" Why Git? you've just come home." I said. I'm afraid Gito is following me. Till the room anyway...

"no papa Din. I'm just worried you're cold." the Gito hugged me tight. Fucking Gito! what the hell!

"Take off me Gito! or I am not shouting!! "

Gito smiled grimacingly.

" It's not that easy, Din! " Gito took off my clothes and...

Holy jeez!! I don't know what's going to happen next. I screamed all my might but I just kept quiet. Oh, my God, what should I do? Shall? Should I tell budhe (mother Gito) about her son's behavior to me? i'm limp. My body was broken into bed and Gito covered my body with a pink blanket that I still folded on the table.

Gito then left. I cried so much. I regret why I let Gito in. when I myself know that Gito is ignorant. I found myself in the mirror, as if I were worthless, after what Gito had done to me.

Gito. wait for my revenge..

Seriate..