My Singles

My Singles
Streets



At 16:45 pm, Bu Ewi's lesson was over, we all left class, Habibullah and I went straight to the boarding house, but if the other friends I don't know? When I got to the boarding house, Habibullah shouted like a madman, or like someone else entering the genie? He vented his frustration because of his group that advanced that day


“ aahhhhhh, perverted, perverted “ he talks like that if he feels annoyed, not nothing but that's the person


I who saw him like that can only handle him “ hahahahaha “


Than I also go crazy to see him like that I better go for a walk, who knows can mate hehehehe. When I want to step out, I'm kasian also if I don't invite him, and his mind again riwet like that, later if dak invited added stress he was alone in the boarding house, or even more reticent, if he was stressed, too, so I decided to invite him


“ than you stress here better follow me streets “


“ to where “


“ I don't know either, the important thing is to come out first “


“ muu brain “


“ yes already if you don't want “


“ eeee, yes, yes, I'm coming, but use your bike yes, because my motor runs out of gas “ while he squeaks


“ yes “


We also went out for a walk, while representing the brain that was again stressed because of this day of learning continues. For us singles, that's all we can do, different from you, who have a partner, when you drill or what is it? You stay call your girlfriend “ which you again where, our streets ayok “ or “ which, I miss this, I came to your boarding yes “ it's you guys! different with us.


“ where niiii? “ ask me to Habibullah while I bring the motor on the highway


“ is up to you “


“ how if we go to beach “


“ ok lahhh, forwarduuuuu “


“ which beach but “ more to Habibullah


“ we sit on the beach Ampenan aja “


“ ok ok “


We headed to Ampenan beach. Shortly thereafter we both arrived at the beach Ampenan, we heard the sound of motor parking guards “ enter here mas, enter here mas “ he directed us into the parking area, his parking lot, I also followed his directions by bringing my bike to the gasket area.


After we parked the bike, we both walked to the beach, with a pretentious walk, until we forgot something? What yaa? How come there is still a masang in our heads, jeez we forgot to put our helms, we who realized that, very embarrassed, we were not so go sit on the beach Ampenan. We go back to get the bike


At that time we felt really embarrassed, I swear, really, you just had a shadow, when you were in the position of both of us how embarrassed it was.


Finished I paid for our parking and hurried away from there, still very embarrassed, bingitttt!


“ where we go, become niii? “ while I was laughing, which is stupid, how could I forget to put a helmet


“ I don't know “ either


“ how if we go to sankareang park aja “


“ ok lahhh forward “


I also run a motorcycle to the park sankareang.


Not long after we arrived at the park sankareang, we also sat there while accompanied by a drink we ordered at the back of the five legs that were there. We sat quietly, like a boss, whose life was smooth and smooth and forgot for a moment, sadness, in our solitude. Although we realize, wherever we go, will always be envious of the people we see, who walk with their partner while holding hands and banging with his lover. While the two of us can only entertain ourselves with what? We confused? We don't know? Both of our lives were unfair, according to both of us. We always question what is the wisdom of what we feel? What lessons can we learn from our destiny?


“ Bibbb, try you see, the same people its partner “


“ what's up “ Habibullah sok dak ngerti mascud me


“ you do not want to like them, if we go for a walk, both streets the same as our partner “


“ nii we go for a walk together “


“ apun dehhh “ while I pat my jidad


“ yes, let us go for a walk together this “


“ is not that I mean Bibbb “


“ keep opoooo “


“ forget “


“ I know what you mean, man, but what do we like, do you want to push them out here? It can't be “


“ emmm, why our natip gini-gini very “ while I bow my head, who resigned to the journey of my life