My Neighbor's Young Police

thirty one

"Farhan..."

"What?"

"Hmmm..."

"Why?"

"Hmmm.."

"What the hell is Git?"

"Pinjem hp you dong..?"

"Make what?"

"Pinjem bentaaaaarr."

Ga use a lot of questions again, hp the bocil immediately moved dong's hand to me. Yup.we again sit back alone at one of the food restaurants.

From noon the road muterin nih mall from the top floor until the bottom, back again up the escalator to the third floor, down again to the second floor. At first, he was the one who said he needed a book in Gramed. Start the book mah yes for a moment, only it turns out a lot of frills lately. Dapet book continued nyari sports shoes, one store he entered directly yess the same choice from me, only. he wanted a partner. The problem is, our taste is different. I don't know how many shops we enter and exit again just with the results of endless debate. And don't know why this boy wants more and more, what's wrong with the contents of his head.

With this argument ono and ono, finally, it must be he who gave dong. We get shoes with a white black list. From the shoe store he went to the music store. Hadoh. This one store is a bit less than the others. Just one store but longaaaa gosh gosh.the girl who again nyari daleman also lost the same Farhan who was cool with guitar.

Though mah, from the sound produced is the same yes, but why in view it is so long anyway. Bikin bete's.

Fortunately, the boy sensitized the same signal from me. Without breathing any more, he immediately noleh.did I show the face of the person who overdue waiting. But he just smiles a little, rubs my head while a little ringing, and then goes that way, while pulling one of my hands anyway.. how the same guitar he looked at. Just go away without success.

"Who are you chatting?" Ask Farhan.

"Hum..."

It's not that I don't want to answer, but my mouth is again in the same french fries sumpel that I asked.

So strange.

"Why are you?"

"Hem.."

Every time she nanya, she also enter food into my mouth, so how can I answer.

"Udah hunted Abisin eat it, I want to go to the toilet first."

Again..before he stood up to walk me alone, he still spit his nyumpelin straws drink into my mouth dong. Gee whiz...

And, because it tastes different, just as I saw, it turns out that the drink had him dong, which there is a taste of his coffee coffee.. Eeuuha..

Rese very old boy long, very brave to know his own sister. Watch it later if it comes out.

***

But. plan stay plan.

All of them failed because they were too focused on the phone. If you're wondering who I chatted with Farhan's phone.

Yups. I tried to chat mas Lana make her hp Farhan. And the result.waww surprised shaykale. mas Lana reply gaes.. but when I tried to chat my phone turned out to be zonk. Boro boro in reply, just tick one. How can it be?! My number is not on the block. Turns out oh, turns out, her number changed genks...

Where have I been all this time??! Why is this new way of thinking now anyway? This is also Susan who gave me ideas. Ngedenger I who always grumbled could not stand him for long.. Congratulations Susan. Your idea was brilliant and it worked..

Do not want to base the old stale I immediately say the same mas Lana about the new hp number. Do not want to wait or lie if that chat is Farhan, do not want his business to be crossed where.. The honest way is better genks.

"Let's go, baby." One brief kiss I took at the top of my head, when I saw Farhan was back from the toilet.

"Not yet.that's why I accidentally wiped your head."

"Cliihhh....."

Very amused, the answer makes me shudder. It did not take long dong, a thousand pinch ready to stop by his body this boy.

But he's so cool laughing, like not knowing what, while carrying our shopping bag earlier, he's way outside not knowing the body he who I pinch.

This one boy why? I can make my mood go up and down. Maybe because we are used to it from childhood, already know our habits from the beginning, but still, there are times when I baper the same what he did to me. Even if it's a small thing just a smile or a simple swipe, he can bring my mood that initially plummeted as dropped, again happy even because of his ignorance.

But there are times when he is also nakutin. When he was angry again either because of something that I was not aware of the mistakes I was doing, he did not want to talk. Just from the expressive look in his eyes, it seemed like he was angry again, his eyes were sharper than usual.

And just because of his gaze, I can feel the fear that really brings to the heart. I did not dare to look into his eyes if I knew what I would receive from the consequences of what I did.

"Why did you chat him diem diem?" The voice was slow, but dalem. His gaze was also straight towards my eyes.

We're in basemant, already in the car. It was ready for his car to walk, until finally he opened his cellphone continues to ask his driver mang to go down and go to the mall again, know what to buy. Understandably, he wants to interrogate me without anyone, let alone the closest person he can meet his mother Farhan.

"You can ask me, why do you have to chat diem diem anyway Gita???"

I can do what if Farhan is in serious gini mode. Everything on the tongue cannot come out.

"You're dating Mas Lana you?"

"No" I answered steadily, as if challenging his gaze.

"That love you're the same as him? what about diem gini?"

"No, that's not Farhan."

"Yes, what?"

The tone is still ordinary, low without any snapping, high or urgent tone. But why I can only be over it without knowing what to say for his emotions.

"You're not stupid, are you? Tomorrow I'll take you to Semarang."

So Farhan went out of his phone to call his personal driver.

This cannot be said, he who has made a decision without asking or agreeing from me, more terrible than he who insists on arguing.

"It's just a trivial matter, come on. Don't be big."

Farhan who had initially sat leaning against the window next to him, immediately looked hard to read.

"Sepele?? Trivial you say? If you think you take a trivial, which is a big problem like how? You know who knows you have established a relationship with your Lana behind my back?? Is that it??"

"Is that not Far?"

"Keep me, what do you think Git is?"

His two fingers clamped my chin, to look him in the eye.

"I have to get to where you used to say it was a big deal?"

"I'm sorry.."

That's all I can say before the driver's man has gone back in behind his wheel.

And we can only be silent. With Farhan leaning back preferring to face the window next to him.

And I. well, I can only look at him with a million sentences that I have difficulty saying.