My Neighbor's Young Police

twenty-two

"What did I call him?"

Maulana was silent at Gita's strange question. He instantly fell silent, glanced at Gita's face for a moment, then lowered his head again.

Not that he does not want to answer, but Gita has not got his own answer to the question he was asking earlier. Maulana was confused as to how to answer.

"Mas.shouldn't want to go with me anyway, don't even cuekin me gini."

Well you know.so take people's children.

Gita prefers to enter the clothing store in front of her now. Yes, somehow, and the drama of what happened to his mother, to make Gita and one man created by God, who is sorry, very annoying for Gita.

No questions came out of the mouth of this man. Along the way, Gita talks to the wind. Maybe, he did get answers to some questions from himself, but only muttering or just saying yes and no.

Thank you very much dad.has made Gita nyesel not invited Farhan.

"Mas... Lana here." The man looked up quickly, waking up from his daydream.

Although he has often been ignored by him, Gita is still relaxed and still invites him to talk.

"This is good for Lana.."

Gita shows the sarong that he has noticed since, the motif Gita likes, cotton material with batik images in a combination of gold and brown colors, looks elegant even though the price is standard.

Without an answer, the man simply shook his head and and re-folded the scabbard. Signs he doesn't want it.

"But it's good tau mas. fit deh, buy yes for lebaran later."

"Lebaran?" Gita has successfully responded.

"Yes lebaran lah. if in use for a day too flashy not really? Isn't that mbak?"

"Yes." Yeah." The shopkeeper nodded enthusiastically. His tongue was a bit difficult to explain with Gita using Indonesian, occasionally his Javanese dialect is still mixed when talking with Gita.

"Try the price." Gita relented.

"Make mba.."

Gita. No, not because of the language that the two beings are speaking. But Gita focused on the voice of the gentle-sounding man who seemed friendly. Why has he not received such a response since.

That made Gita a little upset. Not only was his heart turned upside down, but his mind began to speculate badly about the man.

Seeing Maulana take out a few pieces of money, adding to the list of bad lists about him.

"I'm just asking the price. Not asking to be paid. Tell me how much it costs." Gita unzipped a small bag that since last night is still hanging on the side of her body.

"This is your father's money."

A few words, but seem evil? Inaccurate, bitch? Hm.. I don't know, but Gita felt a little incision between the man's tone.

"Supon njih."

Gita only gave a polite smile, as the shopkeeper gave her a plastic package containing several long-sleeved negligees to her bundle.

"I don't want to go home the same, but go home alone." Yep.. Gita the spoiled, used to be spoiled by some adults in the neighborhood, especially if with Farhan.

"I want to go first." Maulana pointed to a meatball shop that seemed simple.

Gita gawking.

Without looking at Gita, he stepped towards the meatballs tavern with his leisurely pace.

Until Maulana entered into it the Gita was still silent on the spot, confused by the current situation. After seeing the man sit down and order, then Gita stepped foot after Lana who was sitting quietly inside waiting for her order.

He chose to sit in front of Lana, rather than next to her.

"I want to..."

Gita's shame has her swallow round. It seems, since it was free with a sense of prestige. Gita seems to lose to this guy. He did not get what he used to feel when at his residence. With this guy, everything seems upside down.

Hearing a weak voice restraining Gita's embarrassment alone, Lana did not reply or smile. He nodded for a while and ordered for the Gita.

Giving up on the current situation, he somehow immediately felt a longing for the boy who used to accompany his daily life.

Gita was looking for her smartphone, but she recalled, that she had last used it to watch with her little cousin.

It felt...

Gita wastes her tired breath. It was a tough, hard day that he faced today. Please remind him later, to be with Farhan wherever he goes.

"Eat first."

Gita is aware of her daydream. In front of him there is already a bowl of egg meatballs with its sauce that has been mixed with sambal as well as its sauce.

Whatisthis? Lana had already helped him add the two topping, even helping Gita mix it up.

Don't you get mixed up in something?

Gita glanced at Lana for a bit, then glanced at her meatball bowl in turn. But the man was cool to stir the sauce that had just been mixed with sauce and sauce.

"Don't forget to read his prayer"

Once again Gita was surprised, with a voice without that friendly tone.

After doing what Lana asked, she slowly tasted the sauce a little. Feel if it feels right with his tongue.

And. voila. It's delicious, there's even a soy sauce inside the gravy. My favorite Gita. The sweet, fitting spicy.

Gita smiled widely, her eyes narrowed because of her.

"Great son. Thanks to Lana."

"Sugary."

Lana's Answer.

Gita refused to care anymore with the man's speech, he prefers to enjoy the meatballs which now add to his favorite list.