Next to Heart

CH 04

MEMORABLE

*POV Author

The metic motorbike driven by Imran is seen entering the school field, arriving at the parking lot, Dinda rushed down from the seat of the iron horse he was riding, letting Imran park his favorite metic.

Just a few steps Dinda walked, she felt something pull her hand, making her stagger back and almost fall if she could not balance her body. The pull automatically surprised him, even more so when he turned back and reflexively hit the chest of the field belonging to a man who had pulled him.

Dinda raised her face to see who the perpetrator of the attraction incident was parked. The other is his own friend. Well, who else is klo not Imran.

"Ehh, goat,,!"pekik Dinda when he knew that the perpetrator was his best friend. "why do you narik my narik,? you think I'm a goat, maen narik aja,!!" he said Dinda was upset.

"Who do you like, then,?" without answering Dinda's question, Imran asked back.

"Emang napa,,?" Linda asked back as well.

"No pa, I'm just curious.!" answer Imran.

Dinda squinted her eyes, trying to look at the look on the face of the friend, while frowning, feeling strange with the attitude of this one friend. He smiled meaningfully soon.

"Who lo, tumben nanya - nanya,?" smirk smile embossed on the little lips of the nosy.

"Don't you loooo," Dinda hung up her line, and,

"What, what, I need to think macem macem, I just nanya" replied Imran ketus.

"Alah, say lo jeles, right." accuse Dinda while pointing the index finger right in front of the friend's nose.

"Buahahaha." Imran's laughter exploded.

"Father you laugh." replied Dinda, feeling unwelcome to be laughed at.

"goel, huh,? ngaca dong, where maybe I jeles ma lo, curly." replied Imran while holding his stomach, which feels cramping because most laugh.

"gue tuh is just as cute as you like," Imran said while occasionally chuckling small with a smile.

"Emang napa,?"dinda asked curiously, frowning.

"Well, kasian lah, klo she had to date samaaaa," Imran hung her words, as her eyes scoured Dinda's body from head to toe.

"Samaaa," Dinda said with curiosity about Imran's words.

Then Imran slightly lowered his head, and whispered in Dinda's ear, "Sama gedebong banana macem lo," said Imran.

Then he laughed again, looking at Dinda the banana-thumped expression.

"Jiaaahahhaha," Imran's voice sounded louder than it had been.

as for Dinda, don't ask again. His face was already flushed red withstanding resentment, what Imran said really made him speechless and speechless.

Disenchanted with Imran who kept laughing at him, Dinda immediately left Imran, but before that she stomped on Imran's feet very hard, making her leg masters squeal in pain.

"Aduuuhhh,," cried Imran.

"Ups, sorri intentionally, hahahahaha,," Shouted Dinda while running leaving Imran grimacing in pain.

"Awas lo, Ting" she cried again.

"Rasain lo, who told me that the lips g synchronized with the brain," murmured Dinda. Feeling annoyed because this morning he was bullied continue ma Imran.

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THE DINDA HOUSE

Mommy is seen cleaning a room, which is usually occupied by used goods, the plan of the room will use Mother to be used as a stall. Well Mother does intend to open a small shop - small, to help Dad's financial problems.

*flashback

"Rim, I love you" said the Imam to Arimbi.

"Hmmm laku.."Arimbi hung his words.

With a pounding heart, the Imam waited for the answer to his declaration of love to his beloved girl whom he had been waiting for.

Imam saputra, a top student at campus X, is also a teaching assistant. A hard life teaches him how to value life, to struggle in the midst of hard circumstances.

His father had died while he was still sitting in Smp's seat, he had a younger brother named Ikhsan saputra. His mother was a laundry worker at a rich man's house.

His hard life after his father's death did not make it easy to despair, because he still has a responsibility that is to send his sister who is still sitting in the elementary school, because he still has a responsibility,plus his old mother.Imam knows very well that When the Father has to leave them, the responsibility of a Father will move to him as the firstborn.

Arimbi Mahesa, a sweet girl, comes from a family of residing, the only daughter of a famous businessman, Ferdi Mahesa.

Mr. Ferdi loved his daughter very much, but that did not make an Arimbi become arrogant, and arbitrarily menace towards people who are not worth it.

Arimbi, is a jolly girl, and generous, even though she was born into a prosperous family and is the only daughter, does not necessarily make her high heart, the nature that she got from her beloved father.

And here they are. Rooftop campus.

The priest is still waiting for Arimbi's answer that does not come out, of course it is very curious.

"I also love you, mas." replied Arimbi softly, because he felt ashamed.

instantly a sweet smile rose in the lecturer's assistant,

"Really,?"tanyanya still could not believe what she heard.

Still embarrassed, Arimbi just nodded to make sure the answer he gave the Imam was correct.

So happy the Imam immediately pulled Arimbi into his arms.

After a while of hugging, the Imam took off his embrace and looked at Arimbi lamat's face, and,

Arimbi, huh,? do not be asked again so shy he just looked down, not want to look at the face of the man who is now his lover.

The priest grabbed Arimbi's chin, raised his face, in order to see the red hue on Arimbi's face, he was very happy to see the red hue, slowly he began to bring his face closer to Arimbi's face. The eyes of the two meet each other, making the heart of the two men who are kasmaran, dancing nari not koruan.

"Oh my God, my heart,"in Arimbi.

"God willing, what a perfect creation Yea Robb."in the Priest.

A moment of silence, with no sound heard from the two.

slowly the Imam brought his face closer in front of Arimbi's face, with a gentle movement, he began to insert a child's hair that covered Arimbi's face.

Cup

a pair of chewy objects landed on Arimbi's tiny lips, the incident suddenly made him round his eyes can not believe what his new lover did, but he was also powerless to refuse.

Slowly but surely, the Imam began******* soft little lips that are in his power, he knew Arimbi still can not keep up with his kiss, this is the first time for a sweet girl - that is, she knew, just like him, this is also the first thing.

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