Ngumbara Love

The Part 11

Chapter 24

"Straight there continues to be a crossroads later turn left, the house painted light green," the voice from behind had weakened slightly and slightly turned hoarse.

*Why did the voice change? Is he really sick?*

A village far away from the city. But it harbors a sense of peace. Children run to bring the book to the musholla, many also call it 'Langgar' or 'Surau' Andhra occasionally stop because the road they pass is quite narrow.

"Sorry, Mom!" said Andhra almost hit a mother who seemed to also want to go to Mushola. The mother wears a mukena top and a prayer mat on the chest.

"Be careful, if you bring a motorbike!" the mother is spontaneous. Andhra apologized first. "Eh mbak Rossi same girlfriend yes," mother kepo mother when she saw Rossi poking from the back of Andhra, because want to see who screamed.

*Why you should meet this gossip leader seh* Inner Rossi.

"Mom.kan this...!" not perfect answer eh Rossi sneezed.

"Mbak Rossi is sick, yes" asked the mother again despite being dim but could still see Rossi's pale face. Start looking for gossip material.

"Mom, can we pass now?" Andhra began to careless because the mother's mother did not move. The mother went aside, but her mind was compiling sentences after sentences of cool gossip.

Slowly the motor drove again to arrive at a simple house with a green paint as shown by Rossi.

"Thank you, yeah!" said Rossi who just got off the motor while rubbing the nose that began to emit snot.

"Your vote has arrived!" a voice made the two of them take their eyes off. Just then inside the mother heard the sound of a motorbike stopping in her yard. As expected Rossi who came.

"Yes, how's mom doing? And where's dad?" Rossi approached his mother and kissed her hand.

"Your father went with your brother" replied the mother.

"That means you go home too, Mom!" Rossi's mother nodded.

"Who is He, son! Why not get in?" Rossi's mother looked at Andhra who was still in place.

"He's Andhra's mother, Rossi's friend on the way," Rossi explained while sneezing several times.

"You're coming back for the moon?" guess his mother, who was asked just nodded while covering her mouth with both palms still sneezing continuously. It has become a habit of Rossi if the moon comes also the cold.

"Here clean clean first, later I make ginger, honey and turmeric so that your menstrual pain decreases." Rossi nodded, but then remembering Andhra, Rossi turned his head.

"Guided in to Nduk. Poor thing, let him take a break." Rossi shuddered his shoulders indifferently, waltzing off to the room.

"Let's go in first, son! In here!" Mom waved her hand, "Come here. Rossi is that. Don't take heart! A lot of his boyfriends play at home, but that's how Rossi is, too cute." Mother approached Andhra and pulled the young man's arm. To get him ready to stop by. With a slight hesitation Andhra stepped her foot into the house.

The house is suitable for a small family with a minimalist form of paris. The room is arranged so neat and elegant with a monochrome color in modern style.

"Please sit down, son." Mother welcomed, while Rossi was no longer visible stem of his nose.  Andhra sent Farid a message to pick him up. But for a long time the message was not read especially in reply.

*OK, I just borrowed this girl's motor* Inner Andhra.

While in the room Rossi had finished bathing combing his hair slowly. A shower of lightning enough to make him shiver. He would not be able to sleep without a shower. Remembering his guests, he rushed to the living room. Andhra sat quietly while propping up her chin.

A fragrant smell lingered on his nose, making Andhra turn his head. Rossi was wearing a Spongebob T-shirt. *Why Spongebob pictures can be so sexy when in an adult wear yes, Beautiful once* her inner.

"Would you rest first, what's coming home now?" Not a question but like a subtle swipe to leave immediately if according to Andhra's thought.

She should probably go home soon in order to check her work at the office by email. And tomorrow morning he's just going to the grave of Grandpa Sulah. While the girl in front of him seemed to be suspicious.

"No, it's delicious!" put the money back into Andhra's hands. "KTP here" Rossi put his hand. The one in question was astonished at him, looking at Rossi with a frown.

*You know what the hell he is, oh my God. Okay, let it end quickly.* Inner Andhra.

"Well, here!" take the ID in Andhra's hands. "This is a guarantee that you do not want to sell my motorbike," really use your formal designation again. Andhra just sighed to find there was a sign of failure to borrow.

*Yaela this girl yes. Buy a hundred also capable, I.* But that was only said in Andhra's heart. In order to return to the destination, Andhra offered a card requested by Rossi.

"You've got everything you can keep my ID card, do you deliberately let it get closer to me ha." Andhra smiled cynically.

"Idiiih is very ogah yes, do you ngarep yes. It is true that I am beautiful but not really if you have a girlfriend who is kayaking you. O Mr. Angger Andhra Abhimanyu, "call the name Rossi spell KTP in his hand.

"I'm sure you've been tempted by me. The proof is use ask for all ID cards." Andhra said in her cool style.

*Why am I so cornered and lost strategy seh. I just want a guarantee, so that my bike can be made sure it is safe with him. Did I just give you back the ID. Ah no no no! If my bike is sold the same, how is he? Moreover, the credit has not been paid off again.* Rossi shook his head repeatedly.

"Hi, even dumb." Andhra flicked her finger to disperse Rossi's daydream.

"Can't this be a guarantee later if there's anything with my bike." Rossi's firm.

Along with that came two men of different ages to say hello. And answered by two different types of people who argue with each other.

"There's a guest!" greet Rossi's father whose face feels familiar to Andhra.

"Yes dad, he bang Andi, we were leaving together from the first terminal. I also didn't expect that there would be one seat. Our village is also next to each other. So we went home together." Rosssi, while Andhra is still busy remembering.

*Why does his face look familiar huh*

"I Heru Rossi's father and this brother Rossi his name is Rusdi." introduced the young man who was beside him as well. Andhra was stunned for a moment but afterwards also returned their hand.

Andhra was still silently watching the familiar figure in her memories. There were only faint strokes that he managed to obtain from his childhood memories. Same face and name. But Andhra did not want to be rash, it could be that he was the wrong person.

"Where did Andhra come from?" Ask Heru after they are the same sitting.

"From the village of Kembang!" answer Andhra briefly.

"I happen to want to go there too, son! I'll meet sir, Farid, the village chief of Kembang."

"Where is Andhra's son?"

"I happen to be Farid's brother the head of the flower village, sir! If I can get there, sir? You know, I wanted to borrow my father's daughter's motorcycle, but instead my ID card was asked as a guarantee, afraid I would sell the bike, sir."

Rossi glared sharply at Andhra.

Damn it, the people ngadu to the father of all.

To be continued

Basic Andhra nyebelin.