Old Love Early

Old Love Early
DEPARTURE 2



Kledung Pass Resto where We had lunch. It was a little quiet because it was not lunch hour, because we left a little earlier and the road was smooth.


" Here's the good oxtail soup, you've been here?" ask me macho


I shook my head while smiling.


" No, I've never been anywhere. In rumaaahhhh aja, if the most out of town to Yogya it is also the same family"


" I'm Mas's house child, Mami's child exactly" I replied.


" Oohh, you try the oxtail soup" said mas macho while mangosteen.


" Yes"


For Rice and some side dishes system buffet alias take it yourself, while for certain items based on the order like oxtail soup or meatballs.


Take rice and stir-fry papaya leaves plus fried tempeh.


" Mom, oxtail soup 1 yes" my order is the same as maids.


Macho eat rice gudeg plus meatballs.


After getting the food we queued at the cashier.


" Count both of these yes Mas" Mas macho showed me my food tray with the cashier (yes ..


" Mas Prast, I pay myself to eat is not borne by the company" I said.


"That's you, huh.. mbok watch my gang with napa? moso take a girl to eat tell her to pay for herself" replied Mas macho passing by with his dinner tray. We ate quietly, there was no conversation between us. Sometimes I see macho watching me. And I'd be getting down if we happened to meet.


When I scoop my soup and taste it mmmmmmm.. sepap pol, do not realize my eyes until it melek h h h h h.


" We join ya Non-tails sopnya" without permission Mas macho nyendok sop-ku transferred to the plate in part.


" It's got my mouth in the first place"


" No pa pa, even more savory" he replied cuek. I laughed hearing that.


Finished eating We went out to the Dieng mountain restaurant to greet us.


"Brrrrr, cold" I said while rubbing my hand.


" It's cold? We sit there waiting for the rice to sag" the macho smile grabbed my hand and held it tightly. My cheeks were flushed instantly, but my lips were a shy smile.


We still enjoy each other quietly together, making martyrdom in the heart. I who usually can not be silent this time made mute with Mas macho just because it is grasped aja. hiks .. happy to mean 😄.


" Mm ... Mas ... I mo go to the toilet right away" actually I still want to keep gini just not hold mo pee.


Mas macho looked at me for a moment and nodded his head, removing his grip reluctantly.


" Bentar ya Mas "I immediately went to the toilet afraid of getting wet.


I finished getting back to the gazebo.


" Mother .. Ma'am "the voice of a man calling. I looked at who he was calling. There's no one but me here.


" I'm Mas?" I asked while pointing at my chest.


" Yes "he nodded his head.


" Daddy Mas?" ask again.


" Mom knows this address is not" he said, opening a small fold of paper. He held the paper in such a way that if I wanted to see it had to be close to him. This feeling people are looking for trouble, my inner self.


" Well, I'm sorry, I don't know" I stepped away. I had no time to take my hand further and she tried to reach out to my chest and kiss me. My reflex immediately shouted


" Heh, what the hell is this". I twisted his hand like I was taught in my dojang. It turned out that he could dodge my twisting and still try to touch me.


Bugh .. brakk....


Macho suddenly hit and gripped the man's neck and then pushed it until it fell on the trash can. Macho came forward to the man but I held his arm.


" I'm Prast, I'm" I said. I cuddle Mas macho's burly arm. I pulled his arm away from the man.


" We continue on Mas's path" I said again


" You're not pa pa, are you Non?" he asked while holding my shoulder and scrutinizing my body from top to bottom. Hiii .... goosebumps .. fluffy feathers on my body stand up all beware macho guys who somehow because of what today do not wave.


" No Mas, still intact" I said while grinning.


" Huufftt "Mas macho breathed a sigh of relief.


After we had calmed our emotions, we continued on our way. We were silent with each other with our own thoughts. Long ago my eyes were not strong and I fell asleep in the rest of the journey.