NEMESIS SWORN BUT MARRIED (JANDaku)

MBTM 12 (Return To Home)

"Tot! Futsal!"

"Wokay!"

I accept Thunder's invitation. Now the five of us are not carrying a private vehicle.

The most violent latitude among us, invites to dismiss an empty open tub car without luggage.

Of the five, it became eleven because there were additional friends who joined the pick-up car that we intercepted.

The school gate still looks crowded. My eyes caught a cute body there looking at me.

"Gatooots! Careful jatuuuh!!!"

"Jiaaa ha haha!!!"

"Si Gatot finally got the hard code from Ratni!!! Weiii, eat-eat kitaaa!"

"Eat big, tax is made! Haha..."

"Fuck all of you!" rutukku with a reddened face.

Only Typhoon and Thunder my friend and neighbor were just indistinct grin. Fortunately, the two of them remained silent.

We got down one by one by jumping from the car when it stopped because the red traffic signs lit up just not far from where we used to play futsal.

"Thank you, Bang!"

We shouted at the driver who was willing to accept us. Could reduce the cost of course.

"Sunday to GOR yok!"

"Well?"

"Sleep in GOR!" ngasal reply.

"Anj*y really is the answer of this cute guy!"

"What's? What do you say?"

"Hahaha.., original today I miss the Alifah call lo 'imuuut, absolute item'. Haha..."

I have become a material for the friends who laugh satisfied amid the hot sun burning the skin.

"Hiks, the more cute the item, Tot! Haha..."

Such is.

In friendship it has become a natural thing to bully. In fact, not infrequently the name of our parents became the material of ridicule as well. But actually it was just a joke. And we're not all really baperan until we have to fight each other because of this joke problem.

I can forget for a moment the feeling of fatigue in my brain because it is with friends.

Besides this is the last day of school in the first week I got married, because tomorrow is Sunday and we moved to live temporarily at my Mom's Dad's house. So, my mind was rather calm as well pleased.

I think Lipah is cleaning up the clothes she wants to bring to my parents' house!

Besides I'm lazy to fuss with him, there's no harm in me having a little fun at the end of school with friends.

We disperse futsal ahead of the Maghrib.

After taking a bath in the toilet in the futsal building we rented, I went back to checking my life.

There's a chat coming in.

Apparently from the farts.

...When home?...

...Undeterred. Mr mang'a?...

Ceklis one. My reply chat hasn't been on Alifah's phone. Maybe the phone's on the charger.

I was busy with my friends to hang out somewhere else. Of course, who would accommodate us, the students who were still wearing school uniforms.

Eight, hanging out at a roadside cafe. Laughing, chattering lacquered while crazy rok*k kretek. Drinking the current coffee he paid was a joint venture. These are the proudest times.

As a result, the time to hang out is getting wider. And coming home can be past 9 p.m. Except for the cafe owner who was angry and half drove us who only bought snacks uprit.

At eight I reached the house of Alifah's parents.

The body was soaked in sweat and the smell of sweat spread from my body.

Tok tok tok tok

"Assynjetoy!"

"Alaikumsalam! Gatot? Just home?"

I smiled shyly. His Mama's welcome Alifah made me step back to step up.

"Alifah was picked up by your mother! Motorcycles are also brought!"

"Oh, is that so Ma? Gatot permission to enter Lifah's room, want to pick up the textbooks that are still missing!"

"Yes, just pretentious! Not locked too! Abis maen futsal, isn't it?"

"L-yes, Ma!"

I immediately tidied up some of the textbooks that were still scattered on Alifah's study table.

Not to forget also a few pieces of my clothes, immediately I put in a black creche bag in the drawer.

Until I unknowingly found a diary book with a lock padlock pink color.

My ignorant brain suddenly seemed to want to re-jure the bullet puntelan fart.

I took his Diary. I put it in my shabby black backpack. That means it wants to be given to the owner if later raging-ngamuk.

"Mama, Gatot said yes!?" I said ask permission from the Mama-in-Law.

"Oiya, Mama put this on?"

"What's this?" I took a white envelope from him.

"Make school fees Alifah Monday tomorrow! Give it to Alifah, Tot?"

"Yes, Ma! Gatot excuse me. Assalamualaikum!"

"Greetings waalaikum!"

I'm relieved. Finally back home after a week of feeling shackled in the beautiful cottage in-laws.

Actually they're all good. I'm the only one who's not used to it.

Plus my age is only 17 years old and shocked to feel now a husband who has to live hitchhiking at the wife's parents' house.

I who used to go back and forth the kitchen can be ten times if at home, even for a little water to the bathroom of Alifah's house it feels so awkward and really try to resist the urge to pee.

Hhh...

My house's deserted. It seems like the house does not exist.

I'm pressing the doorbell.

A middle-aged woman opened the door and smiled widely.

"Mas Gatot! Mama and Papa since five o'clock out, not yet home. Oiya, same Sister Alifah too!" said Bi Minah while opening the door of the house wide.

"Mas Gatot koq kurusan? Don't live in the house of the in-laws?" goda Bi Minah made me pop my tongue.

"I want cocopandaan syrup!!!"

Kumat maning my bad habits are spoiled when at home.

Ck ck!

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