My Neighbor's Young Police

twenty-four

Farhan ya Farhan. Not sure, he will come here. Uh, I don't think so.. He should have, given his possessiveness. But what makes me surprised, he came here so soon. Haha, my good boy.

Only last night he got there, but this morning he was nongol again just in front of the door. Moreover, there is om Rendi here, yeuh. the more fun he becomes, so there are many reasons to sit back while being a free security guard.

Semalem, I don't know what happened and what chat he talked to mas Lana, but not yet run out of the warm tea I brought, we haven't even talked much, we haven't even talked much, but Farhan has been dragged home the same mas. The boy did not want to go home yet.

"Gita.. still angry?" Ask her.

He again sat in the front bale of the house, just now with the same om Rendi, but the om went with the same father who said he wanted to go to the market. Shopping a lot. I don't have to go with him he said. Well alhamdulillah..

"Don't know." I answered casually, sat on her deck and still chatted with Susan.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't surprised when you called last night."

"Yesterday night, right?" I asked while looking at him. "Jude, it's gone too." Back again busy with this smart phone. Pinter really cell phone can help me make nyuekin him.

Farhan breathed his heavy breath, looking very much if he was not satisfied with the same explanation he had prepared - maybe - But I was most lazy to discuss the matter that had passed. Just make more emotions again only there are.

"Well eat?"

"Udah is."

"Well shower?"

"Udah."

"Hem. Did you eat?"

Huhf.. really, he salting it, even make more emotion.

"Udah, I've eaten, I've taken a shower, everything's done. Do you have a belom permit, do you realize you're skipping school?" I asked, I can't relax. My fierce gaze, even in bales is as sad as her eyes.. Uhh so gaggish.

"Udah. My mom's permission to be with me." Farhan's lips pouted. Don't know why else.

Not long, the sound of the motor from yesterday began to feel familiar into the yard of the house.

Yup. Mas Lana came with a break. Get off the bike, keep greeting, keep standing next to bale. Like what the hell he was looking at Farhan.

"What mas?" Farhan asked, after we simultaneously answered his greetings.

"I told you, same old man."

"In cariin same mother. Have you eaten yet?"

Again, Farhan was throwing his breath away. "I've eaten a potion, I've had a bath, it's all.."

Heem. feel de javu deh same answer this boy just now.

"Mas I've been big times.in Jakarta, I'm used to where alone, do not need complicated deh. Just interrupt!"

"Intentionally bothers you. Precisely that, men who are already big, are forbidden to be alone with women. " Dalil mas Lana, he seems to have prepared to go home Farhan deh.

"Yes, the third is Satan. Well.. mas Maul now feels no longer so what?" Ask back Farhan, very successful make mas Lana surprised.

"Udah sana mas puluang first. I still want to get Gita first. He's alone at home. Look at it so quiet." Point Farhan.Arah mas Lana's view is like going through every corner of this house which happens to be the door is open.

"Dad, om Rendi same mother again go to the market, bulek Aini again.do not know where the same husband with the grandpa." I finally spoke, Defend Farhan anyway, kasian also this boy.

Farhan smiled happily, feeling like he won because I defended. While mas Lana kayak again thought, of course without bothering to see my face of course.

"I'm sorry to sit here. Slide over.."

"Eeh. uh. what the fuck is mas. already there go home, napa so come hang out here anyway." Despite his objections, Farhan still shifted his body, giving a place for his mas to sit down.

"Not hanging out, but sitting down. It's diem."

And immediately the bocil who was just about to sound so diem, the time to squirm the mas ngeluarin a small object from the pocket of his cocoa shirt.

His voice was slow, impressed like a mutter, but somehow melodious already so in the denger. So yummy.

Well. which automatically makes us both just diem dengerin he najai. It's not good to talk, but there's a guy next to us, even though he uses his voice slowly.

In that second too, my phone shook, a chat sign came in from Farhan.

"*You're d*demon, but it's njai, so who's dong here?"

"Yes you." My bales.