Not Planned Love (R3)

.55-We're Friends?

📚.55-We're Friends?

"If I haven't been able to reach you for something special, then. Someday I will come and again ask you for that special right." - Naraess AlGean Hazka Dwiarga

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"Where's this boss?"

"Warehouse."

"His warehouse, where's the boss?"

"Em, you ask me the same. He must know." Show the handsome man in the white shop.

"Owh, okay. Ready to do the boss." Said his two best friends, lifting two boxes.

Geman and the gang, still in the funeral home. At the residence of Radityan, where they have been helping here and there since noon. After the deceased was buried, the families and relatives who came began to flock to defend the condolences. Later that night, a live study event on the degree. Although nobody in the Radityan family, Gean did not feel good to just leave. As a result, he was stuck here because of his own wishes.

"Den, can you help me?" A pat on his shoulder, made Gean turn his head.

"What help sir?"

"Help this tides den. Can you?"

Gean nodded without a second thought. While following the instructions of one of the workers in the Radityan mansion, he helped roll out a blue tarp to make a semi-permanent tent so that mourners do not overheat or rain when they want to go home. So many mourners, the middle room and the part that is used as a waiting place until full. Be tents set up, including semi-permanent tents for mourners waiting outside the room. Bouquets of flowers also line up from the entrance of the mansion to the front of the funeral home. Not infrequently, there are some people in TNI uniforms who also come to worship.

"Left den,"

"Here sir?"

"Yes. Iket who fasten den."

"Asiaapp sir." Said Gean, who is now standing on a folding ladder. Help tie the rope on the pole for those additional semi-permanent tents.

"Eh, how are the stairs rocking sir?" Ask Gean waswas.

"Sir?" Gean looked down, but no one was referring.

"Eh, anjir. Don't shake the cing." Tell him, when he saw a cat playing his hand on one of the steps of the stairs.

"Eh, cing. I'm gonna jatoh if, uh uh-"

Pile

"Anjir?!" Be loved, ulam arrived. True to his words, he actually fell to the ground unethically.

"Oh Allah?" Shocked the father. "Aden why did it fall like this?"

"God, my hand." Lirih Gean, when his hands felt pain.

"Oh Allah, Aden fell because I took the rope?" Ask the father, feeling guilty.

Gean shook his head, "No sir. It's because of the bad cat." Kekeh Gean's. "I don't know either, sir."

"Is this really his hand?"

"The ant!" Gean reflexes when his left hand is touched.

"Den's sick?"

"Hehe, little sir."

"Yes Aloh, bossque how come you sit on that ground?" Ask Sagara who just came with Horizon.

"Gue fell into a dick, not just sitting down." Ketus Gean's.

"Jathn?" Repeated both.

"Udah, here. Help me stand up."

Sagara and Cakrawala manut, help their boss stand up. Bring Gean to sit on one of the available chairs.

"Well, don't you boss?"

"No papa, no papa. Don't see, my hands are like asuuu."

"Misache? Oemmjii, where's the boss?"

"That." Show Gean on his left hand.

"Try, I touch." Cakrawala.

"The gobleg?! Atuh pain!" Upset Gean.

"Sorry boss." Kekeh Horizons.

"Like it's a sprain, there's a vein that shifts. I took the oil to massage first ya den." Pamit the father, hastily passed.

"Lo si, you're a super hiro boss. That's it, gini, right?" Sindir Sagara's.

"Gue the intention is good, want nolongin ya. How do you know it's gonna hurt."

"Yes the boss. But you are the son of the sultan, eat only live pangil bi, bibiii. Want to really something also stay call mang, mamangg. It's a sokan." Imbuh Horizon.

"Teross, my ugly. I just found out your taste!"

Sagara and Horizon frowned thinly, while raising their hands. Don't want to look for any more.

"Why lo?" Asked Arsen, who appeared from behind the three.

"Have no eyes?" Sewot.

"Have, why?"

"Have eyes. You see, I'm falling."

"Owh."

"O doang?"

"Yes on, what should I do?" Arsen cuek.

"Original, why the gelud?"

"Gelud? Not wrong? Your hands are that." Answer Arsen.

"Miss." Upset Gean.

"Here's your hand, I want to see."

"You're not healing?" Ask Arsen.

"What can you do? The boss' hand is a valuable asset for the future. Wrong-wrong ngobatin, if bent how lo?"

"Yes. He's a pilot candidate, a little injury can't be just plain ngobatin." Sergeh Sagara and Cakrawala take turns.

Gean chuckles little, seeing the defense of his two best friends from the zygote age.

"Hyperbola very lo on. He just wants to see my hand this time." Said Gean, mediate.

"Try, what can you do?" Gean stuck out his hand.

"Anjir?!" Gean reflexes, when Arsen puts his hands rough.

"Boss?!" Call Sagara and Cakrawala together, worry.

"Didn't you want to?!" Sewok Horizons.

"Lo don't papa boss?" Ask Sagara.

"Anj*ng."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Arsen said, scratching his nape.

"Fraud. Tell me on purpose!" Sagara.

"Gue not intentionally!"

"Whenever?!"

"Eh, uh, what the hell?" Lerai Aroon, who appeared with Arra.

"Why are you on a gini storm?" Ask Aroon.

"Tuh, ask your best friend. He wants to put my hand on."

"Gue?!" Arsen made an unaccepting voice.

"What the hell are you doing?" Arra mediates. Stand between the two camps.

"Udah Gar, don't make a fuss. I'm not papa." Gean open his voice.

"Udah, we're back boss. Baek you're no use here." Cakrawala.

"Yes. Back sono, you're not invited guests." Davian just showed up.

"Fix, we're behind the boss." Sagara chimed in, turned around and immediately helped Sagara memapah Gean.

"Gue don't papa, don't be happy." Gean.

"Why you?" Ask Arra, open your voice.

"Gue ain't papa, just-"

"Sir papa? If your hand is broken how is the fate of your boss's ideals?"

"Love is love, but don't be a fool too boss!" Comments Sagara and Cakrawala, spicy.

Gean looked at his two friends he didn't like. Before turning to look at Arra, while hiding his hand.

"Gue just fell, didn't papa." He said, smiling thinly.

"Bullshit?!" Sagara and Cakrawala.

Gean glared sharply. "Gue back yak. It's also malem, Jakarta Bandung is quite far." Pamit Gean's.

"Would you like to go home?"

"Hm."

"Turn back, what a hard thing." Davian commented.

"Eh lo, take a stab at it." Kesal Sagara's.

"Lod." Davian doesn't care.

"Lo"

"Udah. We're back, hunt the mallem." Gean mediates. "Titip greetings to Amih the same Apih, sorry can not wait until morning." Gean said, before turning around.

"Wait!" Call Arra.

"What?" Gean asked tampa to turn around.

"We're friends, right?" Arra asked, but Gean did not answer.

"If so, can I help you?"

"What help?" Ask Gean.

"Your hand is hurt, right?"

Gean was about to open his voice, before being interrupted by the soft voice of Radityan's great-grandson.

"May I help, we're friends, right?"

Our buddies? Gean repeated in his heart. He smiled faintly, just because of the status of 'friend' today he almost broke his hand. A valuable asset that he must keep for his noble ideals of becoming a Pilot. And now, he offered his help as a friend. So, what does Gean have to do?

"Just for a minute, first aid. Your hand needs a first hand." Arra.

Gean turned around, staring at Arra. "Ok, just a second. I want you to help me, man." His word.

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TB

Hello, BCT update again. Sorry lamaaa new up🙏

I was sick, so many tasks were modified. Extreme weather is also recent, so there's a power outage. Well, now it's up. Sorry if it's just a little bit🙏

This part only wants to make hareudang aja😅 Hayoo, commentrr yes. The point is, I just want to give you a little. The competition here is not absolute, because Arsen or Gean have their own points to survive.

Ok, do not forget likes, votes, comments, shares and folloe. Ig karism022 can also👐

See you later yo👐

Sukabumi January 30, 2021