Red Hooded Girl

You Follow Me Yes.

"Mimin .. we meet again,” with a smile.

Mimin's eyes paled to find the annoying man who had made his eyebrows as smooth as his marble into blisters and had to get some stitches. The man sat in front of him, in the same cargo, where the passengers were just the two of them. Does this mean that the city is only as large as moringa leaves, so you have to meet the annoying man again. His inner.

"How are you, Min?" asked the God, not forgetting to display his sweetest smile.

Mimin only gave him a quick glance, then again lowered his head, without intending to answer the question of the man before him. Anyway what kind of question it is, I can now sit sweetly in this angkot means I'm fine, right. There is no need to throw a question like that. He murmured in his heart.

"My guess is always good. I said at the time that we would meet again, right? Right, just a day's lapse, we can meet again." The god raised both eyebrows. Mimin blicked his lips.

"If there is a coincidence among us again .. I am sure we are destined to be a match," continued the God full of confidence.

Mimin glared at the babble of God who he thought was very upset. The God smiled amusedly at Mimin's expression which clearly disagreed with his words.

"Eh, yes Min .. yesterday what the doctor said. When should I control there again?" ask God. He saw the waterproof bandage still attached to the forehead as smooth as Mimin's marble.

"No" Mimin replied briefly.

"No ... How does that mean? Gotta control dong!" exclaims Gods.

"If you want control, call me. Yes, write down my phone number. Empty eight five..." Not done yet God mentions his mobile number, Mimin has denied.

"Not necessary .. thank you. If I have to control it, I can go alone without your help!" mimin Sahut.

"Yes can't be so dong. My responsibility is not finished. Bringing you control is part of my responsibility ... as my guilt-redeemer," said Dewa.

"If I say no, don't do it. If I say no need yes no need," said Mimin.

"Pak .. front left yes," exclaimed Mimin to Mr. Angkot driver.

"Ok, ready Neng," replied the driver.

The driver first slowed down the speed of the car before pulling the car over to the left side of the road. Mimin got off the angkot. Then pay the freight of four thousand rupiah.

"Kang ... Akang is also down here, has arrived. This is the village of Cibening," said the angkot driver to the Gods.

"Oh, here is Mang Cibening village?" ask the gods to make sure.

"Yes Kang, over here."

Before the god came down from the angkot, his eyes stared at the large white crackle bag near the place Mimin had occupied. It was definitely Mimin's groceries that were left behind. The god took the white crackle bag containing Mimin's groceries. Then he came down from the angkot and handed over a piece of money ten thousands as a fare. The driver returned five thousand to the Gods as change.

"Thank you well, Mang Driver," said the god before the angkot passed.

"Yes, Kang."

The god walked right behind Mimin. "It's really a coincidence" he murmured.

Mimin did not seem to realize that the gods also came down from the angkot they had been riding together.

"Min .. wait!" exclaiming God while trying to pursue the steps of Mimin who is far ahead.

Hearing his name being called, Mimin stopped his steps and looked back. "Hmmm... He again," he muttered with an annoyed look.

Uh, but how come he's carrying crackle plastic like my groceries. Loh, where's my groceries. Astagfirullah, missed in angkot. His inner.

"Min...." The god managed to catch up with Mimin with a breath of breath.

"You're following me?!" accuse Mimin.

"No. This. I want to give you this. Your groceries are behind," said Dewa while handing over a plastic bag of white crackle.

"Thank you" Mimin replied hesitantly.

"Yes are the same." God smiled.

Mimin continued his steps. The gods are walking behind him. Mimin who felt followed, immediately turned around to the back.

"You're following me?!" accuse Mimin as before.

"No. I was looking for an address in this village. This is Cibening's village, right?" ask God.

"Min, you're a villager here. Then I ask you, too. You know Mr. Haji's house...." The god has not finished his sentence.

"Min.." exclaimed a woman on a motorcycle.

"Roman...." The one who called was Rahma, his best friend.

"Where is Min from? Wanna go home, right? Together with yuk," asked Rahma.

"OK." Mimin climbed onto the motorbike sitting in the back seat pigmented by Rahma. The motor started to go.

"Who? Which one?" mimin asked pretending not to understand.

"Cowok was talking to you" said Rahma.

"Nobody ..I don't know, either" replied Rahma.

"Ciye... Ciye... Sure, you don't know?" goda Rahma's.

"Ih Rahma .. I don't know that shitty guy" Mimin said.

"Ciye... He said he didn't know .. but I know that guy sucks." Rahma teased him again.

"Ih, it's already .. don't talk about that guy," murmured Mimin.

"Ehem... Yes, don't discuss. See what the ending is. Haha...."

"Roman...." Mimin pinched his best friend's waist. Makes Rahma smile to herself.

While the distant God was left behind, decided to stop at a stall to buy a bottle of mineral water. Ask the shop owner.

"Mom, sorry to ask. Where is Haji Zaenudin's house or contract?" ask God.

"Oh, Mr. Haji Zaenudin. Walk straight until you meet at the intersection. Well, brother take a left. Later there if there is a shop ask again where the house of Pak Haji. Everyone knows Mr. Haji Zaenudin" said the shop owner.

"Oh, so. Thanks Mom for the information. Eh yes it's over how much ma'am, mineral water equals bread."

"So the end of seven thousand Bang."

"Then the bread is one more, ma'am, let it fit ten thousand."

"Oh, yes. It's bread Bang."

"Thank you, Mom."

"Yes are the same."

The god continues his journey. After asking back to a shop owner, he arrived at a big green house. In front of the yard there are mango trees and guava trees. Next to the house, there was an eight-door contract.

If taken by foot it turns out to be quite a distance traveled from the front of the alley when the angkot came down to this house, spent almost fifteen minutes. It seems he must immediately buy a motorbike, to support daily activities. Of course, a cheap and still good used motorbike will be the choice.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

"Assalamualaik." Ten times God knocked on the door and said hello, but the owner of the house has not opened the door for him.

"Who are you looking for?" ask a young mother who is sitting on a rented porch.

"You will meet Haji Zaenudin" he replied.

"Sir Haji is not home yet, try to press the bell," the young mother advised.

"Thank you, Mom."

The god pressed the bell on the wall near the door of Mr. Haji Zaenudin's house. Not long after a mother of about forty opened the door for her.

"Who are you looking for?" ask the mother who according to her guess is the wife of Pak Haji Zaenudin.

"Sir Haji is there, Ma'am?" ask God.

"Had not come home yet."

"I want to find a contract. This morning I spoke with Mr. Haji. I was told to come here."

"Oh... Please come in" said the mother.

"Ga ma'am, thank you I just sat outside" he declined.

"Please sit down, Dek. Sorry I stayed in the kitchen first, I was cooking scared shit."

"Yes ma'am, please."

After the house owner leaves. The god sat back on the terrace chair. He waited long enough to be unable to endure his sleepiness. Then he fell asleep in a sitting position in a chair.

A teenage girl wearing jeans with a tear on her knee, paired with a black t-shirt bearing the words We Will Rock You, also wore a hat.

The teenage girl looked at God from toe to head. He looked at the sleeping God. Out of curiosity the girl brought her face closer right in front of the face of God. His puff of breath seemed to sweep across the face of the God so as to wake him up.

“Hey... You want to kiss me!!” pekik Dewa.