My Neighbor's Young Police

twenty-six

It was sad that this day Farhan had to go back. Huhuhu. I feel like there is less. Even though he didn't sleep here all day, but he's been nongol back and forth here. Kayak.

Yes. abis how yes, he is including a junior who likes a lot of kakel, let alone beautiful, which is a lot of men who nelfonin continue, nge-spam chat, lah, what is it anyway, confused deh, as wide as what the hell is the association of the boy, until the group on his mobile phone is really buanyak. Deh mother arisan mother plus socialites. Yassalam´s.

"The road first yuk, make bekel until we meet again." Take Farhan.

"What? A bek? What bekel?" Confused it feels the same Farhan sometimes.

"Yes, how many days we won't see each other. Yes bekel I make nahan kangen with you."

"Yahuwuuu...." Chirps om Rendi. "Less eyebrow woy. Must have learned a lot you're a boy." Om Rendi's palm patted Farhan's cheek several times. Yes, I just laugh at Farhan ngeliatin just like the om.

"Makanya ajarin dong om. Don't be able to nyela doang. Don't you think it's the same with me?"

"Great stuff. Your own efforts, do not want to be helped mulu."

"When did he help you try?"

"Well, from you are not born yet, have been helped by your mother and your mother, so there is a chance to continue with the Gita. Still less than grateful for you."

"God. That's what mothers? There isn't one, is there? Belom was once." Farhan started to rent.

"Entar om bantu."

"When?"

"Later, if Gita has left you."

"Damf. If you say it."

Ngeliat Farhan who had sprained the same words just now, instead of apologizing, but the om was cool laughing laughs no doubt, abis nistain the Farhan who had mengedumel alone. Even go to the kitchen. Why nuh ngerecokin momma cook for sure.

"Udah is Far. Do not take ribet. Come on, it's a little afternoon." Mending directly in drag aja nih boy, if in the morning more and more daunt.

"Denger is not the Git that you said it was." While misuh he went up and began to turn on the motor matic had his feathers. "That's the same as me other than you who are bad know. Amit amit deh."

"Judah anyway, if you are not a macem macem too, we will be ordinary."

"Those people don't macem macem. I'll go home, you'll be..."

"What then? You're the one whose boyfriend is there a lot. All I'm made an excuse. You spit it home is because the little girl is the one who spam you tell me to go home."

"Silter." Farhan so madep to the back, more precisely look me in the eye, but before he matainin again motorbike.

"You read the chat yesterday, futsal wants a tournament."

"I just found out there's a cheers kid futsal." Face ajalah males ngeliatin the boy.

"Yes, I have to stop them from coming along. Can I tuh Gita, that's like it's obviously can't."

"So what road would make a fuss. If there is no intention to walk the way of jaudah."

Males really ngadepin nature Farhan this one. If the badmood again out, yes kayak gini, long. Mending down and in again kedalem.

"Gita!" Calling him, while holding onto some of my fingers, I was directly put on the spot, but my eyes briefly glimpsed at the boy's face.

"I was wrong. I'm sorry, yeah.."

It was so soft the way his thumb sniffed the back of my hand. Bijin heart follow meanders grimly.

"Yuk road. What are we buying? Have you eaten the belom?" Ask her while starting her motorcycle engine again. And now we really are the way. The boy took the bike slowly. I think he was reluctant to speed up time.

"Have you eaten yet?" Ask her again. Yes. It's only nine in the morning, this new boy comes straight on the road.

"Breakfast, though. The snack that hasn't."

I love the atmosphere of Farhan again kayak gini. He is calm, calm do not change his mind, so his voice tuh feel dalem but cool. So how do I get him to come home. Hug first ah mumpung again deserted.

Ja. Slender. The house of the mbah I was including the village. Yes emang in the village anyway, but from the highway to nyampe to his house, still deep into, there is only a road that fits for one car more little. Keep right left of her still rice fields all. Along the way also grew the same tree. You didn't? That's a kapok tree. You didn't? If you don't know, try to go to my father's village.

Yeah, because this kid took the bike very slowly, so it's good. The wind is cool, right left is still a rice field that is not ready to harvest anyway so green, really good in view of the eyes, there is a mountain that looks like from a distance, but I don't know what a mountain is called. Not quite the same father, ever mother. Mother also did not know. So you can only see the mountain in the cloud cover because you see it from far away let alone the hot sun at this hour is still warm. Not including the heat.. uh, so at home, very reluctant to let the boy go home. Kangen would be sure. No one wants to be invited here, can not be horrified by the storm he is the same mas Lana. Eh? Lana Mas.

About Lana, where are the people. Last saw him yesterday during a storm with Farhan about prayer dzuhur, the abis who returned home only Farhan doang. Lana is not there. Semalem studies also he is not present, not staying up too at home for njai. I just realized, where are people.

"Fars.." Ask me not to be curious.

"Hm?" Saut him, we are still on the road, even though the bike is slow, but the wind is still tight.

"Where's your mom? How come Semalem isn't njai?"

"Hem.do not know, again to his cottage first he said."

"Away?"

"No. About two hours from home."

"Owh.."

"What clock do you want at this time?"

Yeah, yeah, really, what's the snack at this hour? Meatballs are open yet yes, there are also most that make breakfast.

"What a Far. is confused."

"We muter first. Who knows what we'll see."

"Heem is real."

Also, I really like Farhan again gini adult fashion. Nice to talk to.

"Far. later often tidakin me yes, feel sad if you go home first."

Not feeling, my chin is already leaning comfortably on the shoulder of this one boy. He just paje a plain black t-shirt the same short joger pants, but it looks like he is not a native here cool.

"Hem.I'm gonna miss you for sure." Again. The touch of his hand that was on the back of my hand that was again curled at him. I really like it, even though it is only for a moment but feel really if he is really the same as he said.

I may not go home and I will be lonely.