Play your guitar Sophie

Don't float around

“Jalan dong !!!!” shouted some children from behind me who felt the road was blocked because of my bike.

I rarely update Dede on Hardin. But he knows that I'm on the same path now. Dede aja who rarely saw Hardin, so saw Hardin pick me up was already excited.

“Eh ... uh .. yes ... yes .... sorry !” I said as I drove my bike slowly.

Well, it was after I walked with Hardin, I

 “Hai,” says Dede. “I'm Dede, Sophie's friend,” Dede nudged my shoulder.

“Hai,” says Hardin. “Yes, Sophie often stories about you De,” Hardin smiles sweetly and I melt on this cool day.

I didn't know you had a motor,” he said.

“Eh .. not me. This is Sophie's motor,” Dede replied.

“I mean not you. I mean Sophie,”

“Ohhhhh .. sorry. Sorry,” Dede chuckle.

“You want to pick up Sophie ?”

“It was so. But it turns out he brought his own motor,” he replied. I saw his eyes that showed he was disappointed. Just like that time, when he walked brushed – flicked the tall grass to look for a reply from me. I want to make amends for the stupid mistakes I made back then.

“Lagian also want to pick up no announcement,” I told Hardin welcomed his smile again.

“Eh …. Actually, Dede wanted to borrow my bike to go to his grandmother's house. Really khan De ?” I wink – wink at Dede.

“To my Grandma's house ? Which grandmother is Soph ?” tukas Dede was confused.

“Itu De ..... Grandma we just talked about,” I blinked – blink my eyes again. Why this kid. Maybe again an error because it was not picked up Nando. He's not the only one who needs a date, is he? I need it too. Dating is part of health.

Hardin also stood up with a puzzled expression. Maybe he smelled some awkwardness with my and Dede's conversation. Therefore I quickly – quickly add,

“Your ailing grandmother is De,” I give emphasis to this sentence. I took off my helmet and put it on Dede's head. “This STNKnya,”

Still with a confused face about ‘nek’, Dede started my motor then left. Hardin was now standing in front of me.

Hardin was probably about ten centimeters taller than me. His face is not very clean. There were some pimples on his cheeks and he wasn't wearing a jacket ! That means he's not a flirtatious guy who's afraid of being black. But that's what makes her sweet.

He doesn't have a moustache, but he keeps a neatly cut beard. At first glance I could see his strong-looking arms. Like Frans' strong arm because he worked every day in the apple orchard with Fernando. Hardin did help – help his grandfather in the garden. So it's natural that his arm is like that. Award ... grace …  

One plus point because from there I thought he was a hard worker. Maybe helped manage the carrot garden of Pak Yono, his grandfather. Like Frans helped Grandma look after the apple orchard and manage Toebroek, not a guy who was afraid his hands were dirty in the mud or soil. Both Grandma and Frans love Hardin. But the thing is, can he play guitar ? Ih. .. how to stretch like this.

“Why are you the same as Dede?” she asked.

“What's – What. Dede aja who again o’on today. The replay value is bad” I replied.

I don't feel at all guilty about telling the not-so-true thing about my best friend because I know for a fact that he won't be hurt.

“Come on dong,” I said then Hardin gave me one helmet.

“Iya. Just go home or how?”

“Ke Umbrella only yuk?”

“Payung? Wait a minute, I'll tell you about Brother Frans first. Ntar she panics again.”

“Ok”

Some of my friends are still seen pacing – mandir around the gate. Occasionally heard “Suit ... suit ..” or “Ehem ... ahem ..” from some voices I know even though I did not see his face.

“This is noisy. Go the road first. Ntar if the same Kak Frans tell you to go straight back, directly back yah?”

“Wah, not so dating dong?” Hardin said pura – pura disappointed.

“Price aja times. If not dating in Umbrella, we are dating in toebroek only. grandma would be happy there are additional people who help – help there.”

Hardin chuckles.

 “Ayo,” take it firmly. In contrast to a few moments before the time his voice sounded doubtful – doubtful. Maybe this cute creature is starting to show its true nature that I still do not know how.

I rode on his motorcycle. He put forward the cleavage but over time quickly forced me to hold his waist.

“You deliberately well ?” i'm yelling.

“What did you say?!” still looking at the crowded street he was talking.

“What's – what,”

I'm still holding on to her waist. The motor runs quickly through – between cars, trucks and buses that are running on the same track. Moments later, the bike slowed down when we had to stop at a crossroads because of the red light.

Just now I was going to say that he didn't have to walk too fast and make my heart smell like that, when I realized that my hand was still holding on to his waist. Shouldn't I let go ? Yes it should be. Slowly – slowly I release my grip. Despite dating. But there are – things that still feel awkward I do.

“Don't take it off,” he said briefly as I felt his strong hand hold my hand to loose. You can imagine how my heart felt at that moment. Hot, cold and sweaty. Maybe my face was already similar to that of a boiled crab back then. In my heart I pray that he understands that the girl who was first held by his hands is the same cute guy like him, surely his hands will sweat. I hope he understands that this is a reasonable reaction. I also hope he understands that sweaty hands are the green light for him to keep going.

I hope that.

The lights at the crossroads had already turned green. He runs his bike forward then turns left.

Maybe this is how Dede felt when he was piggybacked by Nando. Feels peaceful. Maybe I won't be able to spend my whole life in Hardin's bonds. I don't want this to end.

I checked my HP and saw a reply from Frans. He said it's okay – what, but I have to go home at least five hours, so I can still help – help in toebroek if needed.

At one intersection of the other road, arrived – just arrived a blue color motor that we do not know walking quickly ahead of us from the right. Without giving a sign he then turned left cutting our way so inevitably Hardin had to brake his motor suddenly. Hardin's motor squeaked – squeaked and my chest was like being sucked forward crashing into his back hard.

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