My Neighbor's Young Police

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"Hallo, Ta.." Farhan's first greeting as soon as my call is connected.

I really rested her, even though our age is two years different but there are no frills at the beginning of my name. Severer.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer me briefly. Still sprained.

"What's wrong?"

"There is a goiter in the heart."

"Why?" Not very sensitive. It is often

"You are not conscious".

"Oh." Geez? That short? He knows for sure.

Strongly I hold the taste of this sprain, for tomorrow can walk with special friends. "Tomorrow to pick me up."

"Yes." Yeah." Ha's?

"What time?"

"How much time is up to you." Very good sometimes.

"OKAY. It's nine o'clock. I wait, don't pack ngaret please."

"Yes. Did you eat the belom?"

"Who?"

"Mother Ira?"

"Well, how is he the same as me? Ask sono's own mother." Intersection. Don't take much longer, I'm going to die.

He is so, even though I have tried very patiently, but he is always relaxed without that burden. It feels good to be him.

I have not finished breathing after holding my patience, there has been a message from him.

*I asked you, I said the same to you.*

*No need to go to bales, just go to bed.*

Try it, he called my mother. That's how he is, he usually follows me doang. Call dad to follow dad. He is a man, he should be able to follow his own heart, not even follow this matchmaking with his leisure..

Bodo is very, mending sleep, for a happy tomorrow.

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"Gitaaaa..." Mother's voice was loud even though it was blocked by doors and walls.

"Gita. cepet out, Farhan has come." Shouted again.

"Yes bun. I'm horrified, wait a minute." Ah. that's a boy that can really be in andelin. At nine o'clock less he was nyampe.

I did not just wake up, had already woken up from dawn, because my father was very firm in applying the rules at home.

He said, following the rules of mbah putri in the village, the girl had to wake up early despite the holiday. Have to take a morning shower, do religious obligations, help mom, have breakfast together, wait for dad to go to work, help mom again, if it's finished all new can rest, but not mean can sleep. Huhf.. really long right.so is my morning routine on holidays.

It's different in the omah place again. Omah wake up for breakfast together, chat on the go free to say anything.

Since everything is ready, let's meet the boy to be a shield in front of the mother.

"Mother, I'm leaving right away." Don't talk to Farhan Mah. Let me take your right hand, I kiss the back of her hand.

Farhan immediately got up from his seat, following my movements.

"Bun road first yes." Pamit Farhan, uh really, his hand was held that same mother.

"Farhan, inget ya, always report to me where you go. Let no one be missed. Don't be so desperate for the Gita..." Ah later.

"Look Farhan." I pulled his free hand.

"Don't go home too late.be careful.." Shouted mother, waving her hands.

For whatever sake our mother is already on big. Farhan is also using a driver. Then go home again. Why did we see the mothers again on the nyuapin their children.

I used to be like that, in bribes while toys outside. While nemenin mother hump??

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