My Secret Bodyguard's

Section 84 Chases

Wherever we go, going home will still be a very calming thing.

Andrea opened her eyes, her nap this time was very comfortable. He was happy, finding again the distinctive fragrance of his room, which existed only when it came, then disappeared.

He was also happy, meeting again with the lizards on the walls, who inhabited the slits of the ceiling of his room, and definitely knew everything when he was not around.

Upload his musty dirty clothes, move his fan that spreads the wind in all directions.

He was still laying down, his eyes staring at the ceiling of the room. He was already home, Dale had been free, but Bite disappeared.

There were so many events that he went through, and they all involved Bite, the guy he knew for just a matter of days.

He had not fully known about Bite, other than the second grade State High School kid in his town. The rest don't know much. All he knew was that his heart had hoped that the guy would have the same taste as him, but Bite tore his hopes apart.

Where are you, Git?

Andrea covered her face with a pillow. He missed, but was disappointed.

“Dulale, Dulale, westin wergan wesma!” said it.

Dale nangkring in the closet. “What's up, Neng?”

“Hmm ...” Andrea did not want to let go of the pillow on her face.

“What's calling me?”

Andrea opens the pillow. “Why? Can't I call you?”

“By a bang, Neng.”

“Ya already, here only, I need friends.”

“Wings, Neng.” Dale jumped out of the closet. “Neng why, galau?”

Andrea got up, she moved her hand, straightened her veins, then broke her finger joints so that it sounded jarring.

Dale followed along, keeping his hands on his waist, moving his hips in the style of morning gymnastics.

“Who's upset?”

“Neng, lah, my time. I can't be upset, although soon it will be far from Lyla.” Dale kept moving his hips.

“Indeed distance applies in your country?”

“Ngga anyway, far from what I mean is our relationship, which will not be like yesterday.” Dale was on his back, his fingers touching the tips of his feet, alternating.

“I also seem to have lost Bite.”

“Gigit where to go?”

Andrea shook her head. “No idea.” He took the skipping rope from the drawer, then threw it at Dale. “Olah raga gutak-gitek doang, play tuh!”

According to Dale, he started playing skipping in a wider place. Outside window.

“Need me to search, Neng?” exciting Dale.

“Ih, indeed I am a girl what an, look for a guy.” Andrea thunts.

“She's lost, the solution is sought.”

“Again!” Andrea frowned, recalling the words Bite when they were in Bandung.

"That night, it looks like we got carried away. I want to apologize to you."

Those words were still always ringing in his ears, making the entire flavor fall out. Tega!

“Custom times, Neng, say no. Like the hunchback barking only.”

Andrea thunts. He went outside the room. “You don't go anywhere, I'm lazy to have to read the mantra continuously,” the command.

“Wings, Neng.” Dale is back jumping.

“Iya, why, Neng?” Bi Cicih moved towards him. In his hand was a bowl of porridge. Andrea raised both of her eyebrows.

“Eh, Bi, is it for Mom?” He switched the conversation.

“Iya.”

“Yes already, here, I'm the one feeding.”

“Boleh, Aunty wants to water the plants, you see, since after coming from the hospital has not been watered."

“OK, Bi.”

Andrea approached her mother who was watching television.

“Ibuuu ... Eat first,” said Andrea softly.

“Kok, you take it, Ndre. Which father?”

Andrea was silent, her saliva suddenly thick. There was bitter tasting there.

“Already, Mom just eat yes, later Dad comes home.”

“Ooh, yes already.”

“I bribe yes, Bu.”

Yuli nodded.

The sound of the car stopping in front of the fence. Andrea kept the porridge to the table.

To see who is coming. Blood whirring. Aunt Dina comes with Om Azi.

Bi Cicih who was watering the plants immediately welcomed him.

“How's Yuli, Bi?” ask Aunt Dina.

“Good, Mom. Being fed Neng Andrea.”

“Oh, Andrea is home?” looks twinkle on Aunt Dina's face. He smiled at Om Azi.

“Already, Bu.”

“Ya already, we're in yes. Aunt just keep flushing it.”

“Iya, Mum.” Bi Cicih bowed to them.

What else do they want? Andrea grumbled in her heart. He went back to his mother.

“What's up, Ndre?” ask mother.

Andrea approached him with a smile. “It's okay, Mom. Outside there's Aunt Dina.”

“oya? Send in dong!”

“Without being told they're already in.”

I heard the door open.

“Assalamualaikum.”

“Wa Alaikumsalam.” Yuli looks kindly welcoming them.

Next they were pleasantries that now felt annoying to Andrea.

Aunt Dina tries to take over Yuli's feed, Andrea feels like vomiting.

“When do you come home, Ndre? Back home kok did not say anything. Your mother until sad.” Om Azi asked. The middle-aged man actually looked good. His tone was also fatherly. But Andrea did not want him to be his adoptive father, let alone his stepfather.

Andrea was lazy to answer. He just shut up.

“The phone fell, broke, Kang. So Andrea can not contact here.” Yulie answered.

“Oya, would you like to help Om service? Or want to buy a new one?” ask Om Azi.

Andrea grew increasingly distasteful of the middle-aged man. I love to associate anything with money. Tajir, but Andrea did not like everything that was seen and heard from the man.

“No need, Om, I can fix it myself. Aunt, Om, excuse me, I want a break.” Andrea went to her room.

“You're not just up, Ndre?” ask mother.

“You're done, Bu.”

“Ooh, yes already.”

“Wild, Yul. Andrea also has privacy, yes joined here, who is already elderly like this.” Om Azi smiled.

Seen at a glance by him, Aunt Dina and Om Azi looked at. Maybe they feel they have been cut off.

In the room, Andrea settles down again on the bed. Groped something in his backpack. The covenant is still there, tangled in wringing.

Why am I still keeping it? I should have burned it, let their covenant disappear. Ah, later I was accused of breaking the law, or it could have been just a copy, while the real one was on them. Andrea spoke inwardly.

Dale sat in the short window. Fatigue play skipping. The skipping rope she wrapped around her hand, which was holding the wooden window.

Andrea goes to the bathroom, wash her face.

“Dal, I'm going yes. You stay here, take care of my mom. While listen to what they talk about when I'm not around.” Andrea

“Neng wants me to be a spy?”

“Lebay, I want you to be ears.”

“Wings, Neng!”

“Neng,” call Bi Cicih, from outside the room door.

“Case, Bi.”

Bi Cicih opened the door, then entered with a basket of clothes. “You take dirty clothes.”

“Bi, do they always come?”

“Who?”

“Tante Dina and Om Azi.”

“Yes, every day they come here. They were also the ones who took Mom home forcibly, because Mom always wanted to go home. Though ...” Bi Cicih did not continue his words.

“What's the time, Bi?”

“Padahan, doctor says Mom still to be treated.”

Andrea swallowed the saliva, there was tightness in her lungs. “Maybe because mom no longer charges, Bi.”

Bi Cicih. “All costs are borne by Bu Dina, Neng.”

“Yes, so I'm talking to them.”

“I'm confused, Bi. How to get money. Never mind for surgery, I don't seem to have any money right now."

Bi Cicih was silent, he could not possibly also say that this month he had not got his salary. He picked up some of Andrea's dirty clothes hanging from the kapstok.

Bi Cicih also picked up the skipping rope hanging on the window. Dale was surprised, because the skipping was still he wrapped in his hand. Bi Cicih had trouble taking it.

“Eh, Bi, let it be while I sunbathe.” Andrea exclaims.

Bi Cicih looked at the rope in surprise. Like hanging in the air, but it can't be pulled.

Andrea took it from Dale's hand.

“That's great, anyway!” muttered.

“She's a prank, Neng, play pull only.”

Aunty Dina and Om Azi laughed, they had the heart to laugh at the suffering of their mother. Andrea stood up, grabbed her jacket.

“Bi, I go first yes,” he said.

“Where, Neng? Shower already?"

“Come out. Easy to take a shower."

Andrea snatched her backpack. Looking for the motor key that his mother used.

Andrea approached her mother. “Bu I'm out for a while ya.”

“Where to?”

“Back phone.”

“Be careful, Ndre!”

“Iya, Mom. Aunt, Om, excuse me.” Andrea glanced at Aunt Dina and Om Azi.

“You ride the motor?” Om Azi saw the helmet Andrea was carrying.

“Iya, Om.”

“Mau Om interracial? It is more convenient to use the car.”

“Not necessary, Om. I want to go directly to a friend's house as well, there is need.”

“Oh, yes already, then, do not speed it, do not forget again always use the sen.” light

Andrea nodded. He passed, carrying a pang of resentment in his heart. Seeing improper attention from them.

At the HP service, Andrea stopped the bike. Someone was looking down inside the store, observing the hardware on the table. Seems like I'm thinking hard.

“Excuse me, want service.” Andrea excuse me from the storefront.

The guy looked at him. Andrea was surprised, it turned out that Akri.

“Ndre?” Akri surprised.

“Lho, what are you doing here, Kri?”

“This is my Om shop, Ndre,” says Akri.

“Oya?” Andrea felt surprised to see Akri there. “Terus, are you what is a cell phone? ” Andrea smiling wroth.

“Gue medium karaoke,” says Akri. “Ya service is,” he continued.

Andrea chuckles. “Awas you know, more damaged HP people.”

“Lu don't believe I can serve, Ndre?”

“Again,” sahut Andrea. “Lu usually ngebully si Zay.”

“Eh, What do you want here? Just log in, Ndre.” Andrea walked into the rather large and well-equipped shop. Some people saw it, maybe employees there.

“Ngga nothing, I'm in?” tanyakanya.

“Ahelahh, this is a store, Ndre, not a room kos.”

Andrea sat on the chair where Akri had been sitting. Take the phone out of his backpack.

“I want this service, about can be fast, Kri? This is HP's service store, right?” Andrea looked around.

Akri checked Andrea's phone.

“Before,” said Akri, he moved, approaching someone inside. Then come back again. “Sedang viewed equally expert.” Akri cengenesan's.

“Good, deh. Do not let you who are real, can be destroyed my phone.”

Akri cengenesan's. “Lagian, I'll play again, I'll go to work."

“Lahh, what was it?”

“Zinc, hehe. All studying, how to know my father wants a business counter capital." Akri brought a chair to sit on his own.

Andrea looked at Akri, thinking about his classmate's words. The school still has a desire to have a business.

“How is your mother?” ask Akri.

“Good, he's gone home.”

“Gratitude then, already do not be sad just.”

Andrea smiled a little, it turns out that Akri the culprit in the class could also be invited to chat.

“Eh, yes. You guys, skip for days, where the hell? I only went to school in my grandfather. Good thing this week studying again is not bad."

Andrea lowered. “There's business. I didn't want to get Ren and Zellina involved, Kri, but they came.” Andrea propped up her chin on the Akri storefront.

"Gue thumbs up for your friendship."

“Yes, that's it. But, I am also again confused nih.” Somehow, Andrea so intend to confide in Akri.

“Why?”

“Looks like my mom can't work anymore.” Andrea took a deep breath.

"The memory is not as good as it used to be. He often forgets. In a day he can forget the same me several times, confused by his own name, also do not remember that my father is gone.”

Akri was following along propping up his chin. “Mother you want to retire early?”

“What pension, I will work in a private company. Resign yes."

“Continue, what are your plans?”

"It seems like looking for a job, what kind of work?" ask Andrea. Akri's words earlier, reminding him to be independent. Tomorrow is a mystery, even though he thrashed to reject bad destiny, if it has been set above, what can we do. He wants to be independent from now on.

Akri laughed out loud. "Andre Andre ... What can you do?"

Andrea corners Akri's arm. "Don't underestimate me, Kri!"

Akri grimaced, holding his arm.

"Oh yes, really, you can be a pelvic coolie. Tonjokan you just buset dah ...."

Andrea fell silent. Someone called from outside the store, wanted to buy a pulse. Akri. Then I went back to Andrea.

Andrea heard the sound of the Bite.

He finally looked outside the shop.

“What, Ndre?” ask Akri.

“Ngga, kok kayak no motor sound my friend.”

Akri looked outside. “Who?”

“Ah, maybe just my hearing.”

“Which friend? The Power Ranger, huh? The motor is bige.”

“You know?”

“Time in hospital will never meet.”

“Oya?”

“Yes, State High School boy right? That just bought the same pulse motor."

“Ooh.” Andrea's mouth is round. "Pantesan," he continued. Ah, she misses Bite. Just bite no.

“Eh, go, what Lu plan?” Akri repeated the question that the buyer had cut off.

Andrea surprised. “What do you think I'm looking for, seriously, Kri."

Akri laughs again, unthinkable by him, the tomboyish Andrea, willing to work.

“I think being a pelvic coolie, Ndre, Lu is like a guy.” Akri keukeuh's.

“Bby, the origin of Lu that I pelvis, after that was thrown into mount Tangkuban Perahu.”

“Hahaha ... Later I will be Malin Kundang, dong,” kelakar Akri.

“Kok Malin Kundang?”

“To whom?”

“Sangkuriang, dodol!"

Acri scratching ears, “wrong yes?”

“Child SD also know. Therefore, if you are studying the language do not just mollor."

I heard the motor again. Driver's down.

Akri.

“Dek, the pulse is not in.”

“Masa?” Akri re-examined the electronic pulse transfer he gave.

“Iya nih, not yet.”

“Wait a minute, Mr.”

“How about, usually go directly in.”

“Maybe the network is melting, sir. Just be patient!”

The buyer sat in front of the storefront, with his face bent.

Andrea shuffled to see the bike. He was curious, because his voice was the same as the sound of a Bite motor.

“Buy twenty thousand only, without patience,” murmured Akri.

“Eh, consumer is king.” Andrea spoke while observing the motor.

“King is buying twenty thousand.”

He smiled soon, then moved from his seat. "Already, Deck!"

Andrea gasped at the sticker attached to the bike. I'm sure it's a Bite. His motor plate he did not memorize, but the sticker was in the know.

Andrea increasingly convinced that the bike Bite, after seeing the helmet used by the father of the buyer of the pulse earlier. Same with the helmet that is often worn Bite, he also once wore it.

“Yes God,” murmured Andrea, she covered her mouth.

Akri. “Why, Ndre?”

“Kri, please stop that gaffer! Sir, Sir! A minute!” Andrea flailing, calling the father of the motorbike rider.

“What's up, Ndre?” Akri panicked.

Andrea did not reply, he quickly went outside, and chased the motor that started to move.

“Pak!”

“Pak!” Akri shouted.

The father finally stopped the motor.

He looked at the astonished Akri and Andrea who were running towards him.

“In the meantime, my friend there is a need," said Akri.

“Pak, this is Bite motor right?” ask Andrea.

The buyer was surprised, he immediately pulled the gas and left.

"Eehh, even run away," cried Andrea.

Andrea quickly got on the bike.

“Eh, where are you going, Ndre?” Akri went back to panic.

Andrea did not reply, she immediately put on a helmet, and gas chased the father.

Akri rode his bike, following. The three of them were chasing on the highway.

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