Mystery of Love

Bonnets

That morning I wasn't ready when Cak Harjo picked me up. He was waiting for me in the living room and I had just finished my breakfast.

My friends are teasing me. Cheih... basic brash friends, could-can plunge me to go home alone with Harjo. But I'm grateful too. because I don't have to ride Len, so this time my stomach is safely controlled free from the smell of the car, uwek.

I also say goodbye to his mother mbak Kum and greet my friends while carrying a crackle filled with pads. I didn't even bring a change of clothes. I didn't know how my body smelled at the time.

" dee-dad!"

"zinc rapet gecolan!"

"prett.." I replied.

I also went to Cak Harjo and was given a helmet by him.

" where's this good?" tanyanya was still standing next to her supra motorcycle.

" Sak kerso kulo mboten as perk as dalane"

"c*** mawon ngggeh?"

"nggoh...."

" pean ndamel a kulo jacket?"

"mgoten..."

" Niki doesn't salape mriki!" he said while asking the crackle I brought to be placed in the cantolan under the handlebar of his motorcycle.

"Mboten.." I replied. I'm sorry if it was found out the contents turned out to be pads. But he pulled it out of my hand and put it on his bicycle cantolan.

"Shem..ehem..." Kumariblek.

I pursed my lips as I climbed onto the bike and we set off. The morning air was very cold especially we passed through the mountains and valleys. actually, Cak Harjo offered me his jacket again but I refused it. Malulah wear a guy's shirt.

I should have received his jacket if I knew it was cold like this, my mind.

My crackle on the cantolan moved to the right and to the left cheerfully because the wind was blowing quite strong. Several times he kept her from falling but I kept quiet about not asking for it.

From the beginning he tried to ask me a lot of things. Herman.

On the trail he stopped. Then give me my crackle.

"Oean beto mawon, kudu miber ae" he said and I accepted. That's why I can't take it, ngeyel the hell, my inner

ceilah. I was wearing a jacket for the first time. Yo wes is more than cold, but the journey is still far away.

I turned to the right and to the left it turned out we were on a path among towering shrubs. There was no other human sight besides us. It seemed like we were still in the forest far from the populated area.I also climbed on his motorcycle and we continued the journey again.

" Niki wau sakjane kulo kajange's sister sareng" he said

" Mboten holiday ta?" I just don't feel good.

"Pramuka an teng Mojokerto"

"Keep the nopo?"

"Buggeh check numpak len" he said like to say that he preferred me and sacrificed his sister's feelings.

My left hand holds the iron grip behind the seat while my right hand holds my crackle. From the beginning of the ride I didn't hold on to him at all. Do not expect as in the pills that hold tight because the man carries his motorbike with above average speed.

" latitude griyane Mbah kulo saget ta?" I asked him to let me down in front of the house so we wouldn't be a conversation . If I was taken to the house my mother could be sure my neighbors would be excited to talk about us.

"No o?" tannya

" in ae," I replied

He carried a bicycle at moderate speed and chose the road that led to my house.

I was grateful when we got home that no one was there and no one saw us.

I got off the bike and took off the jacket and I gave it back to him. Whether it stinks or not what I think is so we have no reason to see each other again.

"When are the ten huts back?"

"Brightness..."

"Kulo don't dulen mriki ngggeh sometime...."

"Lannopo? mboten do" I said

"The suwun nggeh" I said then immediately left him without allowing him to enter first.

Looks like he's disappointed. I hope he doesn't know if I'm just using him