Prince Gesrek

Prince Gesrek
Friend Room



Deden laughed out loud, and so did Key. It's ridiculous, his friends. Gibran brought a bucket, Juna followed with a dipper, Bagas had soaked himself with water until it was soaked, and finally Vino who hid under the bed.


"Hahaha ... how come you hide down, Vin?" ask Deden with his laughter. "Fire comes out not hiding, there is maneh mateng if really fire."


Vino came out from under the bed while displaying his pouting face. They stared at the ferocious Deden, standing in a row with an unfounded appearance.


"Sister Bagas since when is it all wet?" tanya Key held back her laughter.


Bagas throw a face of shame, he was immediately wet himself so that if there really was a fire the wound he got was not so severe.


"I follow the fire protocol" Bagas said upsetly.


Key laughed at the faces of the victims of Deden. "Yaudah .. I'm going to the hospital canteen. What do you want to buy?" key asked still with the rest of the laughter.


"I'm coming!" pinta Bagas's.


"No mode!" said Deden. "Key belongs to urang!"


Key's face glowed red when Deden said that Key belonged to him. He moved clumsy, the atmosphere turned awkward.


"B-y your clothes are wet, brother," Key reminded.


Bagas let out a long breath, right too. Bagas' clothes are wet, he can't just come out. This is because of the PHP fire alarm from Deden. It seems, once the mouth of Deden must be served so as not to sound at will.


"Would you like it, Key?" Deden was getting ready to get out of his bed. A moment later, he again grimaced holding his stomach.


"Diem .. The sick person cannot move much. Later the connection is off," said Key while clicking.


"Kok, danger maneh sentence, urang feels like a natural abis, huh?" timpal Deden scratched his non-itchy head.


Key laughed at hearing that. His laughter grew louder when he remembered the sentence earlier.


"My same?" juna asked enthusiastically pointing at himself.


"No! Must be the intention of the planned mode if maneh," timpal Deden firmly gave a sharp look.


"Gue alone, anyways I want to buy special," said Key smiled gently. "Just like, yes, the food. Bc ...." Key stepped away, leaving the room just like that.


"Be careful, Key!" shouted Deden waving with excitement. "Are you not at school?" Deden turned to his bewildered friends.


"Red date," replied Gibran flatly.


"Eh, is that it? Urang just found out," said Deden nodded.


"I'm going home, huh. I will return again. Hope it heals, Den. Let's ...." Bagas nodded, intending to leave.


"Thank you for helping" said Deden sincerely. Bagas just smiled nodding.


After Bagas' departure, the atmosphere was suddenly quiet. Deden furrowed his brows as his three companions whispered in front of him.


"Ghibahin what are you guys? How hot are your ears?" tanya Deden held onto her ear which was indeed hot.


Gibran cleared slowly. "To Vino's doctor, Doctor Juna, what are we doing to patients?" Gibran approached Deden, followed by Vino and Juna.


Deden's feeling was bad, he gulped his saliva rough. The atmosphere turned gripping, it felt like Deden would be mutilated.


"Please lie down, patient" said Juna politely.


Somehow, maybe because so afraid of Deden just follow orders and sleep lying on the bed.


"How's the condition?" Juna glued a dipper to Deden's chest as if it were a stethoscope.


"The heart rate is 100% by the night train. Pulse 80/120 liters of road motion, but do not use respect. Blood pressure, unpredictable seems too depressed and requires a lot of entertainment. Breathing smoothly, occasionally gas smelling carrion from below." Vino explained seriously, while Deden had laughed since then. What kind of explanation is that?


Gibran put Deden's head into the bucket, making it look like a helmet.


"Woy dark! Who turned the lights on!" deden shouted half in panic.


"Ready! Peer-enhancing operations will begin, plus revenge operations for deceiving people" Gibran explained, for what reason.


"One ... two ... three!" let's say Juna gave a cue.


They tickle Deden together, Deden who is not strong amused to move unbecoming. His head occasionally hit the bucket used, he also grimaced because the wound back was painful.


"Woy y'all .. hahaha .. ticklish! Hahaha .. buset .. ticklish. Ouch .. duh, sick. Woy! Anj(one)ir .. haha brekresek! Hahaha .. to(four)rat!"


Deden ceaselessly laughed, slurs and strange swearing he let out. Fortunately, he was in the VIP room prepared by Dirga so as not to disturb other patients. 


"Woy loose! Ouch .. duh. Forgive ... forgive .. hahaha .. urang apologise," Deden said grimacingly. Tears came out because Deden was not strong and kept laughing.


Gibran, Vino, and Juna stopped their actions, after all Deden had apologized.


"Aduh ... stitches are sore," said Deden still grimacing. "May not be torn."


"Who told us to do our pengejahilin?" timpal Vino was satisfied, he patted the bucket on Deden's head and opened it.


"Now why do you know, don't you? Pake the censored swear word!" cerca Deden won't.


"Why on the sensor?" Gibran looks confused.


"Fear not to pass the review with the authorities! May be scolded by minister Susi Pudjiastuti," Deden said withholding his laughter.


"Well, isn't Susi the minister of marine and fisheries? What connection?" Juna's brows furrowed further in confusion by Deden's words.


"Aren't you a dolphin-like creature and a porpoise? Be ... fit!" Deden's laughter grew louder, he was satisfied to see the faces of his friends who looked ridiculous.


"Prepare for a second operation!" vino looked furious.


"Eh .. don't-don't! Don't be kelitikin anymore!" Deden timidly looked at his three best friends.


The result is nil, the three friends do not care about the words of Deden and even closer. Vino even went back to dressing Deden's head in a bucket.


"Dark Woy! Haha ..heh! Later the laughing box runs out" said Deden in between his laughter.


"Quietly, the Vino will be the donor" Gibran said.


"Hahaha .. as-toge, bayem, kale, chickpeas. Stop, Woy!" Deden's raving is unclear.


"What are you guys?" ask Key who has not been in the room since when. He was carrying a large bag of crackles.


"No, it's okay," replied Juna clumsily, taking a dipper on Deden's chest.


"Key, pleasein .. urang tortured," said Deden both hands raised upwards.


Gibran hurriedly picked up the bucket on Deden's head when Key glanced at him. They all fell silent, waiting for a response from Key.


"Eat, yuk?" tawar Key showed the parcel he was carrying.


The duo cunguk and Juna breathed a sigh of relief, they thought Key would prey on them, apparently not.


"Porridge?" Vino stared at the food-filled sterophome in front of him, "the only one who is sick is Deden. Why do we eat porridge too?" he continued asking, but still eaten.


Gibran, Vino, and Juna sat on the floor, while Key sat on the bedside of Deden.


"Hehe .. I only have a porridge," said Key honestly.


They eat quietly. Key became more silent, the porridge in front of him untouched.


"Babouts!" pinta Deden who sat down, thrusting his porridge at Key, his mouth was open.


"Lo, right, can eat alone, which hurts your stomach not your hands" said Key flat.


Deden was confused to see Key's attitude change. He opened the package of food, scooped it and thrust it towards Key's mouth.


"Aircraft coming! Aaaf ...." Deden ordered Key to open his mouth.


"Gue can eat alone." Cold-tested key.


Deden changed his position against Key. He rubbed his girl's head gently.


"Why? Something's wrong, huh?" ask Deden with a sweet smile.


"Gue wants to go home." Key got up from his seat, turned around and left.


"Where, Key?" ask Bagas who just arrived.


"home."


Everyone in the room stared at Bagas, Gibran remained focused on paying attention while feeding the porridge into his mouth.


"Why?" tanya Bagas asked without a sound. They all shook their heads, no one knew.


"Wait on! I anter you, Key," said Bagas turned around, about to catch up with Key. "This is some food from Devi's mother." Bagas kept the parcel next to Juna who was near the door.


"Key what's up, Den?" Juna looked curious.


"The people don't know."


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