Prince Gesrek

PROPRIETARY

The uniform was already adhering sweetly to the still sleepy girl's body, how not? He probably only fell asleep for three hours last night. Key stood in front of the gate of his house waiting for the online motorcycle he ordered, Arkan had already left first using an angkot.

Today, Key does not want to use public transportation, he is afraid of falling asleep and even missed his school.

The sound of the motor slowly approached, stopping right in front of Key. The driver of the red ninja motorcycle unlocked his helmet, throwing a sweet smile at Key.

"Morning, Princess," said Deden resting on a helmet on his motorcycle.

"Mischained, lo?" tanya Key distracts her from the phone.

"Get the girlfriend." Deden was still smiling, tidying up his slightly messy hair.

"Gue has taken an ojek online."

Long life seems like an online motorcycle taxi driver, just now Key talked about it, he came and stopped close to them.

"With, Mba Keyara Valentia?" bang Ojol asked with a sweet smile.

"Cocky?" Deden did not accept, he saw the face of an online motorcycle taxi driver who looked like Justin Bieber.

"Mas Arga, huh?" Key smiled back, not caring about Deden's words. "Yes, I ordered it."

"Please, mba, his helmet," said Arga again smiling, thrusting a black helmet.

Deden immediately got off his bike, his face looking annoyed. He rarely gets a smile from Key, easily the bully gets it. Deden forcibly retrieves the helmet proffered before Key receives it.

"Tas maneh, Key," pinta Deden.

"Bag?"

Deden opened the bag that Key was wearing, put the original bag on the helmet. Strange indeed, the time of the bag wearing a helmet. The student placed the Key bag on the front of the driver as well as the bag.

"Anterin, Bang." Deden pointed at the bags of the two of them. "SMA Bhayangkara, in front of the gate there will be a take. His face was like a lizard" Deden said flatly expressionlessly.

"Well, no?" ask Arga to be confused.

"Gue naek ojol aja deh, Den," said Key was ready to go up.

Deden blocked Key's movement. "No, Bang. Maanya uses a special motorcycle. Don't put the bag in, it's just paper."

The taxi driver just nodded. "Will not, Mom. I'm the one in charge."

Deden pulled Key's hand closer to his bike, wearing the helmet he had been preparing since.

"Lo why, anyway?" Key was puzzled looking at Deden's face which looked very upset.

Deden went back first to the online motorcycle taxi driver. "Why be a motorcycle taxi driver, anyway? So that model, cake, or artist."

"What's the matter, Mom?"

"No." Deden gave a fifty thousand piece of money. "Anterin just the bag, Bang. Girlfriend don't, change take it."

Deden turned back to his motorbike, the driver of the online motorcycle had already left first. He pulled out a cell phone and sent a message to a person by the contact name 'Flying Dragon'.

[Vin, please pick up Key's same gap bag in front of the gate!]

[T4s loeh j4l4n itself to the coil?]

[Aish, sudden eye blur. Habits of maneh when picking alay. Hes, lah. The ojol mamang nganterin.]

[Em4ng m0t0r how about kem4n4?]

[So, the story is complicated. Very nice urang. His ojol mom who has the face of a former mold of Justin Bieber.]

[Yes ... Justin Bieber is a bully?]

[Tumben normal maneh keyboard.]

[Yups, dung!]

[Jyjyq, loeh]

[Wooy! Keyboard is dipake.]

[Sabodo! (No matter!)]

Deden turned off his phone, put it in his pants pocket.

"Yuk, Key, go!" said Deden on his bike.

"Keep my bag."

"It's quiet."

Key sits in the back seat of the Deden bike, positioning himself as comfortably as possible.

"When I want to naek ojol."

Deden frowned, looking back. "Why is that? Because his mamang ojol is handsome?"

"Well, why, anyway?"

"No."

"Lo PMS, huh?"

"The guy, Key."

"Keep why?"

"Jealous! So why? Can you, right?" Deden turned on his motorbike, started riding Pinky at moderate speed.

Key looked down, hiding his red face. "Cowok's crazy! Can't, yes, just a day make me not stubborn," Inner Key.

"Sleep, Key," said Deden, standing behind his fullface helmet.

"Jatoh my dong. Sleep period fitting naek motor."

"Eat him a handle."

"This is me again grip, you think your bike is good to make in naekin? Mending the same mas earlier, the motor is straight not nukik," Key smiled thinly at the back, teasing the jealous Deden was exciting too. It could be Key's new hobby.

"Because of the motor or because of the handsome ojol mamang?" deden said sounding cold and flat.

"still jealous?" tanya Key giggled slowly.

"So. Urang is still breathing."

Key wrapped his hands around Deden's waist tightly. "When the ojek that nganterin I now more handsome."

Deden pulled the brakes suddenly, until their helmets stumbled hard enough. Fortunately, he was still able to control and continue the journey.

"Be careful dong!" maki Key is upset.

"I mean whenever I want to talk, permission first. 'Excuse me. 'I want to talk first, yes'. Is that?"

"Yes .. not that either."

"Den, you just gave the fare to the ojolnya mostly, deh. Though the cost is only 20 grand."

"Means the maneh who has to pay!"

"What's that?"

The motorbike entered the school parking area, Deden placed it between the rows of motorcycles he knew belonged to the duo Cunguk and Juna.

Key got off the bike, took off his helmet, followed by Deden.

Key's phone notification reads, Key sees a message and replies to it for a moment.

"Who?" tanya Deden.

"Abang ojol that was."

"Well?!" Deden was shocked excessively. "Maneh chattan is with him? No like it, yeah."

"There can be times .. don't be jealous. His brother only asked for a five-star rate, really." Key laughed, pinched both cheeks of an exasperated Deden.

"A- aw .. Who is jealous? U-less not, tuh," said Deden holding back his smile, he stroked his cheek slowly, pretending to be in pain.

"Yes, deh. I went to class first, yeah. Going to bed before the exam" Key said, asking permission. Key also did not understand why he reflexively spoke.

Deden clasped Key's hand tightly and pulled it. "Bareng" he said slowly.

"Appaan, anyway. Take it off, I'm ashamed. It's at school." Key took Deden's hand off him.

"People are ashamed of the same old man?"

"It's not that ...."

Deden walked ahead of Key, took a quick step.

"Deden!" Key called out half-screaming.

Deden kept going, Key followed behind. Deliberately Deden clasped the hand of a schoolgirl with wavy hair, it seemed like he was the younger brother of the class. Deden smiled looking at the student.

"K-sister Deden, I-this is really? K-kak Deden, kok, p-have Sesha's hand," said the student stammering, his eyes sparkling.

"It's okay, isn't it? Hold a maneh's hand?" tanya Deden raised next to her eyebrows, displaying the sweetest smile.

"That's all right, brother!" the student replied clumsy, suddenly shouting. "Huwa .. I was moved. Short of breath, the heart will be dislodged! Dream what Sesha semalem sampe in deketin cogan bhayangkara!"

Deden smiled in response to the student next to him. "Maneh the underclassman, huh? Whose name was that? Sesha?"

"Mother! Sesha is not strong! Big brother class no morals, so cute!" The schoolgirl was increasingly hysterically asked by Deden.

Deden laughed loosely, the students who passed by just came, some were curious glances.

"There's no need to yell, Sesha, how about what you're talking about."

"Please, artificial breath! You want to be Sesha's girlfriend?"

"Eh?" Deden was surprised to hear that.

Someone forcibly removed the link between Deden and Sesha's hands, his face flushed withstanding emotions.

Key held Deden's hand tightly, hiding Deden's body behind it. He was like a child hiding a toy, afraid of being taken by his peers.

"D-he belongs to me. J-don't be whizzing," said Key inexplicably stammering.

Deden held back his laughter, feeling funny because of Key's newfound behavior.

"Loh, Brother Key .. I think Kak Deden gave up on brother so want to find a new betrothed," said Sesha looked disappointed.

Key glanced at Deden for a moment, it felt so bad to see the face of Deden who smiled triumphantly.

"No! He's mine .. completely!" answer Key firmly.

"Sorry, Brother. Sesha doesn't know." Sesha felt guilty.

"Eh, it's okay, really," Key said, feeling guilty.

"Jude, Brother. I'm clearance to class." Sesha smiled at the two people in front of her.

"Wait!" Deden stops Sesha's steps, Key looks at Deden with a look of death. "Pinjem pen," continued Deden showed his distinctive grin.

Sesha opened her bag for a moment and gave her a pen branded 'Community' aka stan*ard to Deden. "Take it, brother. Make Brother Deden," said Sesha smiling.

Deden accepted it, winking one eye at Sesha. "Thank you, yeah."

Sesha nodded softly, her face blushing red. "Huwa .. mother! Sesha melts .. but she already has someone else!" sesha ran away.

"Gue hates it the same, lo!" key was upset.

"Maneh jealous, yes ...."

"No, tuh."

"Well .. there's a pretty upperclassman, huh."

Key kicked the shin to the left of Deden, until the leg grimaced in pain.

"Yes, I'm jealous! Pleased, lo!"

"Urang is also jealous, Key, because of his lack of joy. Almost a year more trying to get attention maneh, finally succeeded. Urang Seneng Key ...." Deden smiled, very charming. "Maybe I thought less than more, but I'm actually happy, thank you, yeah, Key."

Deden pulled Key's hand into it for a moment, looking at Key's white, clean right palm.

Deden opened the pen he got from Sesha, scratched the ink on the palm of Key's hand. 'MILIK DEDEN', with a signature.

"Whoever is evil, point this out. No one is guaranteed to dare. Unfortunately, there's no stamp duty, let's be more official." Deden laughed, he really felt happy.

"Lo I think I'm a contract! All the stamp duty!"

Key took the pen in Deden's hand, he also did the same thing in Deden's right palm. 'BUY KEY! NO ONE CAN GRAB IT, DOT!', by signature.

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Hello, Gaes! How's things? Dimohin constructive criticism and advice, yes. The author was wrong, so I was angry.

Urang \= Me

Maneh \= You

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