Naughty Child

Long Road for Love

Sunday Saturday camp event. It's a little strange because somehow Mas Faiz can be there to join the committee. Because I never knew that he had been following a scout. This campground is held at one of the Campgrounds. Don't expect it to be like mountains or forests. Naw. His name is also a city boy. But indeed our excursion once a year held a camp to one of the mountains. Usually end of year camp. Because it's a campground for a first-class kid like me well, the tent is here. 

It's kind of funny to see Mas Faiz wearing a scout suit and being sexy busy. Hihahi. But since we were there that night, he had a lot of attention. I am a very good person to me. He just helped me get my stuff. I came here to see him in his car. And during this camp he kept me ohhh.

This campground activity is quite solid actually. There are games, games and stuff. At night there was a bonfire party. Everything started in first class and the organizers gave performances there. The point is, the show was a fun way. After the bonfire was over, Faiz accompanied me in the tent of the committee. We ate a packet of rice Padang both there. 

"Cieee..eat a pack of both..cieeee!" satirize some of the committee.

"You?" ask Mas Faiz to them.

"Oh, enjoy it, we don't want to ruin your happy moments" said another organizer. Suddenly someone took a picture of us, SNAP! The flashlight surprised us. At that time, Faiz and I turned to the direction that was moving.

"Wow, we were photographed, ashamed of me" I said. 

"Got nothing, just calm down. After all, if it is published, it does not matter" said Faiz. 

"But I'm ashamed" I said. 

He's holding my shoulder. "Not to be ashamed. You're my girl, it's official. No need to be ashamed."

"Official text? Kaya' is a married person," I said. 

We laughed. After that dinner. I took my guitar. Mas Faiz, ask me to comfort the organizers. I don't mind anyway. Music has become my life. I picked up a guitar and started singing one of my songs. The melody flows. There's one thing I do when I play. Especially when playing solo. I always close my eyes. I love every poem I play. 

Dark night

My star is with me.....

Grab my hand

Say your love words.....

Duhai the prince 

Dreaming of me in your sleep....

Consider me your sleeping princess

ready for your kiss

To wake up from my dreams

When I finished the song. I opened my eyes. How surprised I was to see the whole tent of the committee full of people. Not only the committee, but all the first-class children. They also applauded me. 

"Hebaat, cool Iskha! Cool!" yell them all. I nodded and bowed my body. 

Mas Faiz smiled and clapped at me. This song I present to you. You are my prince. It was late and I went back to my tent after that. Mas Faiz brought me a blanket. 

"For you!" said. 

"Mas, how?" my many.

"Ah, I'm easy. Most will also sleep in groups with other organizers like kittens," he replied. 

I laugh. "Basic, yes. It should be that way. Guys give her something to be comfortable with."

He coiled my hair. Ih..there is a strange habit ama Mas Faiz this. She likes to mess with my hair when it's rustling. Besides being hugged too. But frankly he's the most honest, humble person I've ever known. I see my friends who already have a guy, usually the guy************* that is, but he doesn't. I think he's the perfect guy. He did kiss me and that was just one time. Hold my hand too never for long. Even so he is the most attentive man. I fell in love with him every day. 

After I received the blanket, I went into the tent with my other friends. The blanket given by Mas Faiz was wide enough that many fit several people. 

Nailul whispered to me, "Duh, Iskha. Yes, you can win Faiz's heart. Ouch.iri me."

"Yes, dong's story, how did he shoot you?" ratna Pinta.

"Must story? Do you guys want to be more interested?" I said.

"News, we're horrifying koq. Think of you again as our fairy tale!" Sulis. 

I then told him how Mas Faiz approached me from the beginning. The beginning of our meeting when I played in the band parade, then also how he started to approach me, always come at the cafe, then kiss me that night until my father came. 

"Aduuuhhhw....Soooo Sweeeett!" exclaim everything. 

"I became envious.hiks.

"Eh, the rumor is that the storm is now his brother's way, right?" chirps Ratna.

"Yes, Vira. That XII class kid. They used to call him. But Faiz's wealth is losing" Sulis said. 

"Vira, XII's class? Senior dong," I said.

"Yes, she's pretty cute. Primadona at this school" Nailul said. 

I don't know why I'm jealous. Jealous of Faiz's past. Faiz has also told about the storm that was captured by Pandu. Has he forgotten Vira? Is approaching me this one of her escapes? Butno. He was very honest with me. He loves me so much. 

"Udah ah, sleep. Sleepy!" I said.

"Cieee.happy yee," taunted Nailul.

"Ah y'all, ah don't want to be horrified" I said as I covered my ears. 

Everything ngikik. We also tried to sleep until morning.

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FAIZ'S NARRATIVE

The camp is over. We're back to normal life. Cieh, normal. What anyway? It means we go in the morning, go home in the afternoon, enjoy the class. My relationship with Iskha is smooth. The photo of us eating at the camp was a hot topic. Even got into the gossip news. I understood and realized, my status as the son of a conglomerate is still attached, and Iskha as a musician, of course, also glimpsed.

Iskha and I are getting closer. He is also not ashamed to walk with me. He did not care if there were journalists who stole photos when we joined hands or went together. The news was pretty good when he and I joined hands in the park. Up in the paper there is the title "ANAK CONGLOMERAT DATING MUSICIANS" I and Iskha ignored the writing of the teen tabloid. There are many heartbreaks, of course. I also remember how it was the love letters I read them all. Yup everyone. There were 345 letters I read. Everyone says they like me. But I'm so sorry I chose Iskha.

Today I want to play at his house. Of course, at once get to know his family. 

If you use a car it feels too much. I was just idle the day when we went to his house on my bike. All sport. I saw a little boy with his waist on the fence. I got off my bike.

"At first, is your brother there?" my many.

"Sister Iskha is not to be disturbed, what do you want young?" said this little boy. Anjrit, so arrogant. Use the puppet again. But funny too. 

From the door appeared Iskha. He was wearing a t-shirt and leggings. He carries a tub on his waist. Oh, it's being washed. 

"Udah deck, play there!" iskha's orders to his sister. 

"Ready princess!" brother said. He immediately ran out of the fence. His other friends were playing ball. The road in front of Iskha's house is indeed quiet if the Sunday like this. Seeing me who came Iskha immediately welcomed. 

"Come in, I'm sorry I'm in holiness" he said. 

"Your house is deserted?" my many.

"There's only a mother. I'm a machinist," he said.

"Oh yeah, your dad's a machinist?"

"Sit down, I'll make you a drink!"

"No need to bother!" 

I then went into his yard. I parked my bike in the yard. Iskha put the tub containing the washed clothes in the yard. He immediately went into the house. I sat down on the chair on the terrace. 

A middle-aged mother appeared. 

"Ehh.there are guests," these mothers I salami. "Iskha's victory?"

"Yes, ma'am" I said. Yes, the time' his little adek? Uh, he already knows that I went to his house yesterday to pick up Iskha in a car, masa' forgot?

"Temen or girlfriend?" wuih, straight to the point.

"Both," I replied.

His mother then whispered, "Koq don't bring a car, son? Did you bring a car like that yesterday?"

"With sports mom, any complicated if you have to bring an all-car," I replied. 

Iskha also brought back a tray containing Nutrisari drinks. He then put it on a small table in the foyer. Iskha sat down in an empty chair. While his mother stood.

"Diminum mas!" iskha. 

Then I drank it.

"When did Iskha go to bed?" ask his mother suddenly while grinning whether he is joking or not.

I also sprayed and choked. Uhukk!!

"Ih, ibuuu...koq ask that? Mom has a lot of work. Ntar customers on the escape seams are not finished," said Iskha who was a little embarrassed his mother asked so.

"Yes, yes" his mother went back into the house.

"Well, is it okay?" ask Iskha. "I'm sorry mom!"

"Ah, it's okay koq, maybe your mother is just kidding," I said.

Suddenly his face appeared again, "I'm not kidding you know, really."

"Yumuuuu!" Iskha screamed with anxiety. The mother went back inside. I laughed seeing that. I am not so awkward in this house. Her mother can take well of me. Iskha smiled at me. He's a little embarrassed anyway. 

"May I help dry her clothes?" my many. 

"No, no need, no need. I can do it myself koq," he said. 

"Have I helped ya?!" I said offer myself.

"Not really, don't do it" he said. 

I stood up and went to the clothesline earlier. Iskha chased after me and held my hand. Okay, this is a moment ehm.actually, his hand holds my hand and his eyes are very close to mine. Well, just think of it like in those soap operas. Though we have been dating for about two weeks, but it is still like just so yesterday. 

"I'm helping you?" ask again. 

"Not for me!" the answer. But there was no rejection. I took a shirt and squeezed it and dried it. Iskha also followed. He can't prevent me. Finally so we both hung up his clothes.

And....., "Eit, that doesn't matter!" iskha said while seizing something from my hand. 

My face was red at that moment. That's her panties. Hehe. I took it again from the tub. 

"That's not okay either! I can do it myself!" he took it back from my hand. A bra. Her bra?

"34 C?" muttered. 

"Ih, you basket-eye!" he said while sticking out his tongue. He then hung his underwear. 

After he finished drying it and accompanied me to sit on the porch. I am still smiling considering the event. 

"Remain a smile, a smile?" tanyakanya. 

"It's funny to remember this one" I replied. 

"This one, ah. I'm ashamed, you know" he said. 

I looked at him again. I just want to look him in the face. This alone makes me happy. I could see Iskha's natural face without make-up. She is beautiful naturally. No powder, no lipstick. He fixed his glasses. 

"What a concern only," he said. 

"Seneng is concerned about you" I said. 

"Udah ah, I'm ashamed to be seen. I live, you know," he threatened. 

I then started talking to the others, "Your sister is funny too yeah."

"Still SD is funny, if you have SMA it is not funny anymore mas. Rich' us-we're this, hehehe."

"Our habits. Trus, how good is it when?"

"What?"

"Your laps."

"Idiiiih, still a school also koq. I am not yet 17. It's still 16 years, next month it's only 17 years" he said. 

"Ah, I see. When?" 

"I'm on September 20."

"Catets. What gift would you like?"

"Gift? I don't know, I've never had a birthday. Must be Mas Faiz often ngerayain birthday."

"Well, just adored by the brothers. Most also practice them, and then they make that sureprise."

"Hihihi, it must be exciting to have so many brothers."

"Maybe's. But the most exciting maybe if my whole brother gathers all, can rame it home. We collect it once a year. Pas lebaran it."

We then shut up. The sound of a sewing machine working inside the house. Iskha's mother started sewing the clothes. Some time we were silent, until Iskha started talking again.

"I was a prank yesterday, looking for a man named Vira" he said. 

The deg! Why is she looking for Vira?

"Why?" manya curious.

"I want to know what kind of woman you liked before me. It turns out that looking at Vira is beautiful, yes, I lost. She's the ideal, perfect, perfect woman. I also know she always gets to rank in class, smart and amazing anyway. I knew Faiz's taste was high. I don't seem to have anything," he said. You know, koq he's so inferior anyway?

"Don't dong. He's the past, you're my future now" I said. I then moved and knelt in front of him. "Iskha, don't think anything weird. I've chosen you and I've been honest with you about how I feel."

"Yes, I know. She was kind, very understanding, and always protected me. It's just that I'm scared!" Iskha put her hands together and clasped her chest. "I'm afraid he'll snatch the mas from me. I'm jealous. I'm jealous I'll be back to him someday."

I then grabbed him. His head rests on my shoulder. "Don't be so Iskha, you are mine now. And so it will be next. You're jealous, which means you love me too."

Iskha returned my embrace. I then put my forehead to his forehead. From what he said, I know now. Our love journey is long.