Puberty: Deketin The Jutek

08. Conspiring to Make Jutek Upset

20.04. It was dark, the road in front of the house of the Ferdiansyah family residence looked lonely and gripping, but this is not a horror or mystery story which gives a tense impression in it, no.

In addition to the dark atmosphere, shady trees and the light from the dim garden lights give a sad impression as well. There are lights on the shoulder of the street, but the distance between the street lights with each other is quite far apart. Worth the light dim. Manalagi the sound of animals that night sound like natural background music.

Highlight the lights of the vehicle was lit in the dim streets and the situation around the housing surrounded by shady trees. A pre-booked taxi was parked in front of the Ferdiansyah gate. The horn rang, making the three young people who were sitting on the terrace talking and arguing hurriedly get up.

“Neng, see you next Thursday, yes!” hanalya. “Eh, but don't be sad, tomorrow I'll play again here. Anyway must be willing and no rebuttal!” As usual, pushy and big-mouthed.

“Do not want, Ay!”

“Ay-Ay, your eyes! Her name is Fanya, call her Neng!” Hanalya replied in annoyance.

“Cave south! He's from the cave in SD. Yeah, right, Aya?”

Hanalya put on a pleading face while shaking Fanya's arm. “Do not yesin, Neng,” the door, “tuman!”

“That's your cab 'wait!” fanya Persolat.

“The photo will be chatted, deh. You have to answer, yes! Definitely become a victim of terror spam messages, to change the number of everything!” sibir Hanalya at the end of the sentence.

Mikel resentfully pulled the chatty girl's arm away from Fanya's presence. It was like dragging a force, but Hanalya's footsteps also followed the direction of the pull until they were actually about to leave the Ferdiansyah home residence.

Fanya who was already uncomfortable was instead of entering the house instead walked to deliver two special guests on the night of this Monday. Yeah, tomorrow's Monday. But tonight is still Sunday.

“Be careful on the road, yes, Tom and Jerry his nine C.” Chuckles when Hanalya glares sharply at him.

“Don't forget to tell you if you've reached each other's homes. Kel, be careful on the way home to your house, yes!” Waving his right hand as the taxi began to drive south. The driver will pass through the back gate of the complex.

Fanya quickly closed the gate of her house when the taxi ordered by her two friends was ready to take them home. However, the arrival of a man with a bag on his back while putting on a flat look made him snuff. Reopening the gate that was almost locked.

“Where to go?” ask this man.

“Loh, which car?”

He's clucking pissed. “Kama ask first, yes!”

Lips cone. “After anterin meeting, the taxi that just left was again anterin they came home.” Fanya took a few steps back, letting the man in. “Tumben home evening. Not coming home at dawn, Kang?” His mouth formed a hard line while looking up at the eyes of the man.

“Why? Don't like it?” Sewot.

“Ch! Instead of not liking, Kakang ..” protest, “tadi afternoon said it would come home early even morning.” His face turned irritated. “Where's the car? Asked?”

“workshop! Papa took the wrong car key, I think deliberately because he knew the car he needed to enter the vehicle health clinic.”

Fanya shook her head while making a soft sound.

Kamaliel Ferdiansyah, the eldest of three brothers. The elder who is still busy completing graduate studies. His role is a man who is protective of the family, annoying is the ninja's path to peace with his brother, conspiring with the neighbor's child is a strategy in making his little sister upset. And lastly, being a private ojek for this stiff teenage girl.

“Didn't you want to be angry like Mama, originally send her legs home? Let me pinjem. Why do you have to tukeran number everything?

“You're the olim champion, but why is it so stupid that there's a number that is—iya-iya! Not to mention, you are really interested in the attention of the prankster.”

It was also horrified when this one and only sister was already planning to bring a pot of flowers from clay. It is also horrified to actually land on an area of his body, such as the head or face, or perhaps the chest.

“Whose friend are you? Don't you have no friends, huh?”

“Nye-nye-nye.”

Stabbed Kamaliel with all the emotions that had never subsided since the first question just now. He immediately walked into the house. Leaving her brother behind.

Anyway, what kind of brother is always mocked and bring up the shortcomings of other brothers?

“There is a chat, the back number is unique: zero one four three,” said, “one four three that means i love you, Neng. Where did the message go once, this time who else? Do you know who the fourteenth prankster is?”

But apparently, it never left. The six-year-old older man from Fanya apparently followed in his footsteps. Even followed her up the stairs, to the second floor which contained Fanya's bedroom, while her sister's room was on the lower floor.

With annoyance. “Some neighbors!”

His face became expressionless. “Hah?” Instantly beaming. “Yang really?”

“Task directly to his son. Oh, one more thing,” he said before closing the room door. “Please don't give my new number to him, Kang.” She pulled a thin smile, her eyes glazed over.

Kamaliel. What was the tone of speech and the sentence that his sister had thrown? “You should be happy, Neng. Why?”

“Nothing. I'm asking for help, yeah. Thank you Kakang who is handsome beyond Jinyoung oppa.” Fanya thought that avoiding the question of the annoying man who unfortunately was her own brother would end the tense feeling in her but it was not.

He glared when his little sister was good at lying and trying to avoid him. “Heh! No need to avoid.”

This difficult question continued Kamaliel to throw for his sister who had nailed herself to the doorway of the room.

“You're not a loser. If he returns, yes, faced, do not be avoided just like Aya facing complicated problems at that time.”

Fanya turned around with her shiny eyes. “Losers, yes?”

Loser said, Kamaliel knows what the hell?

Oh, obviously Kamaliel knows everything. About the reason the stiff girl overreacted and made strange plans to get someone's news. Then, after that someone came back and was fine Fanya instead dodged. Kamaliel did not think.

“You've been friends since you were little, Aya. Even already like that brother, same time brother himself play avoid-dodge?”

“The back knows nothing, yes!”

“Tau!” ngegas replied. “You know, you are disappointed with the neighbor's son. You know you are sad and don't like being left out. And, after succeeding by acting like people do not know manners lately, you really deserve to be called a loser.”

“Camalie!” Fanya yells nyalang.

“Heh, who is polite to older ones, tuh!”

“Aya nak—”

“You were spoiled, so whine like a child when his sister Fasya left, so make you turn into a loser. A loser, he is a person who leaves good for evil, which he thinks is easier to invite the attention of others. And, that's what you did the last few years.”

Fanya went into the room, and did not forget to close the door of her room until the buzzing sound just now made Kamaliel aghast. “Aya no loser, yes!” emphatically.

“Well, really mad at him?” This tall man scratched his head which did not itch at all. “Then is that the prank number of the neighbor's child? Since when did the neighbor's son know Aya had a henpon, huh? They are, right, no longer deket. Poor sister Kama.”

Kamaliel turned around, walked down the stairs, and entered his room next to the stairs. His face was flat with thin wrinkles between his eyebrows. As soon as he entered, he immediately flashed a wide smile. “Succeed! Successfully make her sprain today, ha-ha-ha-ha.”

“That's so bad, Kang,” says someone. It turned out that this voice came from Kamaliel's phone. “Eh, but ... You mean what the hell just now? Aya changed?” continued.

“Nothing, Bro. Uh, aing close first, yes.”

Kamaliel immediately closed the long-connected call, even long before Kamaliel confronted Fanya in front of their house. This tall man immediately sat himself in a chair paired with a study table. He immediately opened his cell phone access with a full smile. His eyes focused on the flat screen and pressed his screen a sign that he was typing something there.

His sister Fasya: Thank you for permission to hear the voice of Aya

Kamaliel : Ah eelah, like anyone

Kamaliel : Chill, Bro

Kamaliel : Want to hear the sound of the cake sprain, the sound of the cake cry

Kamaliel : With pleasure will be loved

Fasya's sister: She really sprained earlier?

Fasya's sister: But what did you mean?

His sister Fasya: There is something that the cave does not know during the stay at the house of Mother?

Kamaliel: Ah, that's yes

Kamaliel: It's nothing

Kamaliel: That's the only way he's sprained

Kamaliel: You said you wanted to go home? No looking at

Kamaliel : Fasya when to return from Jakarta, btw?

Kamaliel put on a flat countenance, her lips tightly closed without the smile she had appeared before. His eyes turned away from the screen of the sophisticated flat object towards the wall that had a lot of photo paper. His eyes captured the presence of photo paper hanging between dangling ropes. His eyes captured portraits of two young children caught on analog cameras hugging. Those two little kids. Kamaliel smiled wryly.

Recalling the memories behind the creation of the proximity portrait made him smile incisive. “If they were deket again, what would change? Those who are far apart only aja sub-district have made drastic changes for Aya, just because of moving doang ... only because of moving,” he said. 

A/s:

Well, what the hell is going on?

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