Old Love Early

PUPPETS

In addition to the shop Mr. Kirsan who was a subscription for us to eat (now a little distance away) there is a pecel shop in front of our new boarding house. Mamake Dawn pecel warung so people around said. Yes pecel kecombrang and threatened, pecel vegetables regular with sauces nuts plus a decoction of flowers kecombrang on it. Early eating pecel is willing to vomit I am not strong with the taste of the fragrance of flowers kecombrang in the mouth.

"Observe the dead to eat flowers" I murmured. But now it's becoming addicted to her sense of smell.

If the trancam is sliced cucumber, raw toge, basil leaves, and coconut sauce seasoning. Sort of anointing but all raw.

"Enak Ma'am?" I heard someone ask, I looked.

"Eh Mas Ario, yes. Let's eat" I bargained. Mas Ario sat next to me while nyomot bakwan corn and cayenne pepper handful.

"Not mules?" my stomach feels hot see how I eat it. One bite of bakwan followed by a bite of chili that is not counted.

"Obviously, Mak pecel petis yes" really do not pesesesan him, speaking still smoothly. If I eat chili two water can be gallons.

I saw Mamake Dawn taking red cayenne pepper without counting to make the seasoning. Fortunately I had finished eating, semlengenren (stunned) I saw Mas Ario eating pecel petisnya. Seasoning that should be black petis color so reddish brown because the most cabenya rather than petisnya.

"Din, ntar afternoon lorenzo play you know in Italy" after the Lestari

"We saw it in Mr. Kirsan" he continued.

"Well, do you like to see the race?" ask Mas Ario.

I'm nodding.

"Here Mas, he's a race maniac" Lestari replied.

"Oh yeah? Look at the house just to do far away" he took a drink and wipe his lips with the back of his hand.

"Hc ... Ha ... Ha.... no noise with me Din" Mas Ario laughed.

"Woooo siyyaappp Mas" I said quickly.

"Helehh dapet bolo (friends ) tuhh" ledek Lestari.

"Sirik aja" my manyun, Lestari just laugh.

After coming home from work, I've been mocking in Mr. Poer's TV room. And unfortunately Mr. Poer again see the news broadcast, the clock is about to approach the race broadcast hours but the sign of Mr. Poer is finished with the broadcast is not there yet. I was restless in my seat, where Mas Ario was not home anymore. I'd like to change channel. I should have used Lestari's advice earlier yes, my mind. I scratched my head that was not itchy with a huff that was almost ten minutes from the hour of the motor racing Pak Poer had not finished as well. Yes wes ran to Mr. Kirsan I thought. Just wanted me to gnaw my ass from Mas Wayang's chair uh ... Mas Ario walked into the TV room from the side door.

"Sir, the TV is dong. Then until I wait for you to finish seeing the news" Mas Ario cengengesan. It turned out that he had noticed my behavior earlier.

"Wooo yes anyway, I didn't say to. Lha yo Pak rak ngerti. Nyoohh ki remote" Mr. Poer handed the remote to me. I feel bad hi hi hi hi.

"Maturnuwun sir" I got clumsy but I'm happy.

The live TV channel I changed and in the next minute I was excited myself see my hero Mas Jorge Lorenzo bulldozing his laugh. Lestari, Mas Ario, and Mr. Poer finally joined because they were interested in my excitement.

"Walahhh ndak kesengen you nduk, watch yo watch ning ojo sampe koyo ngono ah. Ki is on the porch" Bu Poer reminded me while putting the fried cassava.

"Sweep Ma'am" I smiled shyly and my hands stretched out to take the cassava.

"Hishh Mr. Poer and the balloons took the kok, Monggo Pak" Lestari patted my hand and thrust the cassava plate into Mr. Poer.

"Wes there eaten together with casual wae" replied Mr. Poer crispy.