
"Gin, sori nih ntar hold on my jacket, huh? no need to hug. I'm worried, aren't I?" before Gina's bonceng I want to.
"Iyaaaaahhh ah, what a shame! what if I fall?"
"lha what? lha yo if just blisters give me red medicine if it's bad take the hospital"
"Huh, yuk ah keburu added malem" Gina directly nangkring behind me.
Motor speeding is just like a song ndangdut plus plus. That means plus night wind plus spatter.
All the way there was not a word that came out of us. At home, his parents were sitting on the porch.
"Night Om, Auntie" I said, I have both of Gina's parents.
"Night" they said together.
"Cock until the mallem to Gin?" ask mother.
"Yes Mah, we forgot about time"
"Yes, I'm sorry about Auntie's misfortune, Om. I continued to go home first" my saying greeted them back. There was no reply from her saying, I am from Gina's parents.
Usually Mother if there is a party I pay home there is always a message.
"Heart on the road yes" or "Monggo ndereke"
But yes, different people cannot be equated with all.
I headed home, passing in the corner of Mr. Kamso across from a rather quiet boarding house. Maybe because the cold atmosphere and the drizzle of rain make people lazy out of the house.
"Sir, ginger milk is crushed sing piyanis" I said
"Wehh tumben use kepsen all" said Mr. Kamso. I spontaneously ngakak so hard.
"Know kepsen that you know, what kind of kepsen sir" I asked to test.
"That's a description of Mas, who is in IG IG. Does Bimo have IG? gaptek! I have two accounts. One makes the only sale for stolking yayang" cerocosnya.
"Wih know setolking, emang setolking intu who to?" still half amused I teased Mr. Kamso.
"Yooo Mas company secret" he sneered while handing over a glass of ginger milk that billowed the smoke.
"Maturnuwun Pak" my spirit lit up again see the puff of smoke and the fragrance of roasted ginger crushed from my glass. Bhhweee taste sensation of grilled ginger flakes stuck on the tongue and then chewed sisil (like people eating kuaci/chew using the front teeth) can not be described with the word.
"Ora intention njajan sir, just now nganter Gina came home"
"Construction opo boy wedok keblung siji kae? (discuss what an annoying daughter is)"
"I told him to nemenin, pretend to be a girlfriend e until he dapet real girlfriend"
"So good-bye to Bim, let it go"
"I'm going to be puffing sir"
"So pas nganter you met his parents did not?
"Meet Sir"
"Lha piye?"
"Wae's habit, what do you think about sir?
"Wong tuwa ne tu want to have a rich man's daughter-in-law. If the same krembish krembish will not be in the sagep!"
"I'm krembish po sir?"
Mr. Tikno ngakak, asem! Mothers can mosquito children lanang e considered krembish.
"Yo ... iyo sih krembish" hua ha ha ha!
"You didn't get there with you?" ask Mr. Tikno after being satisfied with laughter.
"Ora! is it napa sir?" I'm comot mendoan hot who just came down from the drain. Bend so two dicocolin to soy sauce sauce, delicious beuhhhh. Finished chewed because of the pungency of soft ginger milk, byuuuhhhh delicacy where else do you deny? 😊
"Suk again if to the camer house bring sweet martabak red Velvet premium sing toppingnya nutella, ha. ha. .. ha.." still continue to turn his laughter.
"Paakk opo, wes ah mulih. Shit!" I clapped his shoulders and stood up to pay.
"How much Sir? JaSu, mendoan 1, satay quail 2, tofu bacem 1"
"Add coffee 1, egg indomi 1, same fish crack 2 yes" Mr. Tikno stood up then stepped out of the tent stall and shouted.
"Bim please pay first"
Wekkkkssss old lucky!!