Prince Gesrek

Prospective In-laws

The sound of the clink of cutlery clashing with plates sounded crowded, Deden who wore a white shirt because he did not have time to go home to dinner with the Key family.

"Sampean sundanese Den? teu aya looks sundanese but her, (You sundanese Den? there's no face-in-face of the bitch huh),"

Mr. Surya, Key's father, started the conversation. Key's father, who was also a Sundanese, seemed interested in the presence of Deden.

"Please deh well, enough Deden aja who spoke sundanese, father do not need. Later the readers are getting dizzy," said Key commenting on his father.

Deden laughed at Key's words, the Key family was so warm, everyone gathered for dinner. They were also friendly to Deden, except for Key of course.

"The father of the Americans om, the new mother of the Sundanese, so my face print is a mixture between two continents," said Deden chuckled to explain, Mr. Surya and Mother Devi who heard it also seemed to laugh.

"This is Deden sane again what? what's the log of the bitch?" key's inner confusion, he's the only one who doesn't laugh.

"Kak Deden is sakep loh not much different from me, if playing tok-tok once can also directly Viral. But his name is a face-to-face, brother. His face is saucy in time his name is Deden" Arkan said commenting on the sidelines of his meal.

Arkano Gefa Prayoga, Key's 14-year-old sister, has confidence as high as the eiffel tower. The Key family all seemed friendly and humble to the presence of Deden, inexplicably only Key who could not be invited to joke. Sometimes Key also thinks his nature and his other family are much different, is this Key actually a levy?

"Face up like a teapot handle just be proud." Key has reflexes.

Deden and Arkan knit their eyebrows in confusion, who Key actually thought looked like the handle of a pan between them. Mother Devi and Mr. Surya just laughed to hear it.

"The real name is actually Rakafa Dean Farizi, when he was a child, he was called Kafa. But grandma, pas urang born really want to name her grandson Deden Supriyanto let the same name as the name of a porridge maker. He said the porridge maker is good .. pake really because often give extra free crackers, so grandma also wants her granddaughter good as a porridgeist. Therefore now Pake name Deden as a stage name, " said Deden explained at length.

The Key family listened seriously, in contrast to Key who was now being broken. Don't you... Who is Key's son? Though Key was worried thinking Deden was sane because his lost speech logic eh now actually reappeared.

"Dad, mother, here I bring mother-made cakes for everything."

Bagas who came unnoticed was already standing before them while carrying a white crackle bag, he was confused to see Deden who was sitting at the dining table.

"Here, son, sit down to eat first," said Mr. Surya hinted to Sit down.

Bagas has often visited Key's house, he is also familiar with the Key family. Of course, the house is only a few meters away. Bagas also took a seat next to Deden, ready for the third world war to begin.

"Sir Bagas is also a child, Om?" tanya Deden looked at Bagas.

"The mother said, you can call my father to us." Mother Devi who responded smiled warmly.

"Mother do not often receive an impromptu child like him," said Bagas chimed.

"It's also going to call Dad and Mother, yes." Deden showed his sweetest smile.

"Mother not most children, later children themselves are not considered." Key commented flatly and got a nod from his sister.

"But if Kak Deden same Kak Bagas whose face looks the same I do not papa." Arkan scoops his rice casually, and gets a reward in the form of a hard blow from Key.he complained slowly, stroking his aching head.

"It's a shame, isn't it, bun? kok school children immediately stop by elsewhere until the mallem does not go home first," said Bagas quipped while staring at Deden sharply.

"Eh .. Yes, son, you haven't been home yet? Sorry mother maen take you away," said Mother felt guilty.

"Yaudah, you'll come back here sometime, afraid your parents will." Key's father smiled soothingly with his dignified looking gaze.

"It's okay, Bun, Dad. If it is not a permit to go home first, sorry about SKTM, it is already malem also hehe ...." Deden moved from his seat preparing to say goodbye.

"What is it, Brother, why SKTM?" ask Arkan.

"It's Satisfied Stay Sliding...." Deden put his hands up like an airplane.

"You are Ti-Ti-Di-Je yes, Den," said Mr. Surya.

"What else? The artist?" ask Arkan again.

"Hearts On the Road," replied Mr. Surya waving, Arkan only ooh ria.

"Ready, Dad, Ra-no-Kar-no!" Deden answered again.

"What else, brother?" Again, Arkan asked.

"That's great, lo, everyone's being questioned." Key responded to the annoyance of his sister who did not want to shut up.

"Casual, Brother," answered Arkan listlessly.

"You know? Ra-no-Kar-no it .. player Si Doel school boy haha, Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

Deden experienced the two parents Key, bertos ria with Arkan, pat Bagas shoulder slowly and lastly blinked one eye on Key.

"Bagas also permission to go home, Dad, Bun," said Bagas say goodbye, giving the cake he had brought.

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Just as Deden was about to ride his bike home, Bagas held him back and looked at Deden with a serious look.

"I know you like Key, but you better back off. Key is not suitable for playboy guys and gesrek like you," said Bagas pointed to the face of Deden directly to the point.

"The money will not be bright for Key, the threat of maneh doang really does not work," said Deden smiled cynically.

"Don't think I don't know, you're a lot of girls. You have also often hurt many women, and one more thing do not expect you can be the next victim Key or you will know the consequences."

Bagas breezed away after saying his sentences with a look of wanting to kill.

Dukkkk!

Deden kicks his red ninja motorcycle, inexplicably upset with the creature named Bagas.

"Aw .. sick too well, kasian maneh so the impingement of Pinky." Deden complained slowly because his legs were in pain, he stroked his motorbike as well as the innocent.

"What did he say? Playboy? Urang nih ya ... never to the canteen alone without the duo cunguk because of want to snack on candy, continue to see a lot of bejibun chicks aja retreat again, afraid of being pinched if not yaa yaa dijitak," said Deden upset mendumel himself.

"Emang wrong yaa have a face like Kim taehyung gini until the girls on the gemes?" deden continued, still continuing his tirade.

"The money must be -, uh .. there's a Key, since when is there a maneh?" Deden was shocked to see Key standing in front of him.

"From you start crazy because you talk to yourself, until you are not sane," said Key flat.

"Don't do it, I'm not feeling hurt." Deden held his chest, his face intentionally inexplicably.

"That jacket you missed, thank you .... " Key throws a Deden jacket that the owner immediately catches.

"Kasar maneh, yes, who actually dong said his thanks," said Deden staring at Key seriously.

"Thanks to Deden Supriyanto, a porridgeist who likes to give free crackers, dah lo sono home." Looks like Key showed a forced smile.

"Well that's dong, it's urang so .. seneng, even though the expectations are not like that," said Deden wearing his jacket.

"Go home, lo!" Key points his fist at Deden.

"OK-okay relax, leave Key good night, be careful not to miss." Deden whispered slightly closer his head to Key's ear.

The red ninja motor that Deden was riding on drove away, leaving Key who saw him to disappear. Key could not deny if Deden was his unique and attractive son, he smiled faintly at the empty streets that had been passed by Deden.

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The large retro-style house looks too big for just one person who occupies it, a luxurious house with all the facilities it has.

Deden laid his body on the sofa, he was very happy at this moment because he had met the future in-laws, he even had his own smiles thinking about it.

However, the atmosphere of this house could completely change his heart in an instant, Deden felt himself like entering a haunted house, so silent, desolate and gripping. The atmosphere of this house is much different from the atmosphere of a warm Key house.

Deden, feeling the cold, sat down from his sleep, and felt his fur on his back standing. Deden looked around the room of his house, there was a sound of scattering objects from the kitchen. Deden stood up and peered towards the kitchen, as a black shadow caught his net, he began to draw closer in fear.

'Lengue ... Vengi ....🎶'

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"*****, surprised at least."

Deden squealed in shock at the sound of his own phone ringing that read, should he change the ringtone of his phone, he immediately shifted the green button.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Bang. What's up?" said Deden say hello first.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. What's up, what's up .. there's noh blacpink concert!"

In a call Bimo seemed to hold back his frustration at his employees.

"Watch yuk, Bang," said Deden eagerly.

"Cepet lo to cafe woy work, late mulu! it's very nyantuy."

"What's the Blakpink concert, Bang?"

"Your Blackpink! cepet here woy many customers."

"Mom Jennie Blackpink dong, Bang? haha."

"Lo wants to die today, huh? these customers want you to wait."

"Don't make a big deal about why, Bang. Copy first ...." Deden laughed again.

"Kan lo Samsul's coffee maker! you don't wear it for long."

"The new nickname is samsul" said Deden still laughing.

"Deden!"

"Ready bang glide!"

Deden switched off his phone, he immediately rushed to clean up and dressed modestly, just black jeans and a white T-shirt.

His favorite army jacket he wore, he grabbed his motorcycle keys quickly, closed the door of his house tightly and went to the cafe where he worked.

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Urang \= Me

Maneh \= You

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