Red Hooded Girl

142. Displaced dear 3

After drying my clothes, I immediately took a shower. Actually, if this Sunday cake or fitting no event out of the house, I rarely shower. Not because I'm slovenly or lazy, but that shower can cause me to get stuck, maybe even cause death for me.

I'm clear on why a shower can cause a blow and die. So look, if I take a shower, I'm getting so cute. If it gets better, then more and more people have a crush. If more and more people have a crush, a lot of sirik. If there are many sirik, a lot of nyantet. If there are many who wait, then I will die quickly. That's how I thought I was taking a shower.

However, since I was planning to run away, I took a shower this early in the morning. After wearing my flagship costume, which is a pair of jeans and a t-shirt combined with a denim jacket that makes me look like Dilan. But, if it's about the monstrousness, Dilan is lewaaaat. Seen from all sides, right, left, front, back, up, down, clearly more handsome I went everywhere than Dilan.

After being sure my appearance was cool bingits, I slipped out of the room. When I opened the door, Mama and Papa were standing in front of my room.

“Udah ready, Dan? Let's go!” exclaimed Papa who has been handsome by wearing batik clothes kopelan same beloved wife.

“Set to where, Pah?” tanyaku plain.

“So I told you I want to meet your soul mate.” Mama whose appearance already resembled that of Bu Hajah answered my question.

“Ish, don't want ah. It's the time of Siti Nurbaeti what is playing in a match-match all.”

“Indeed. Now the time is Siti Badriah,” papa chirps super crisp.

I've been trying to resist half-dead half-lives about wanting My Mom n My Dad to take me to Papa's friend's house. But in the end, I did not care. I could not resist because Papa threatened not to give me a monthly allowance. Mama's threat was even more sinister, he said he wanted to cross my name from the Family Card and then transferred to the playing card. So King in the world of the Union.

Yes, I have complied. Anyway, Papa promised not to force me. He said just look at the person first, acquaintance first, how to know if it fits. If it does not fit can be restored.

“You are Papa's only and second to none. So, Papa will not pawn your happiness. If you don't like it papa won't make a difference,” promise Papa when persuading me.

“If I don't like it I refuse this matchmaking, don't you?” I confirmed Papa's words just now. If you can, Papa said earlier I stamped wearing a stamp to be recognized for its validity.

“Neither papa. If you refuse, Papa will marry Siti.” at most

“PAPA!!” the most beautiful woman in my house while clenching her arms. Mom's expression looked funny.

“Canda, Mah. Hehehehe.” I've made Mama anxious, Papa even haha hehe without sin.

The three of us got into the car. I'm sitting behind the wheel for obeying Papa's orders. While Papa and Mama sit in the back passenger seat together. I became like a driver who wanted to drive a pair of skippers. It's nothing. Let's just say this is one way to make both parents happy. I am a son of Soleh.

I'm driving the car as per Papa's instructions. Actually I want to take this car to a building store that sells building materials to build my spirit. My spirit is currently being hailed because I heard that I will be betrothed to a woman named Siti.

What is the fate of Celin, Bianca, Davina and a series of other beautiful Ardan lovers? What would the world say if at the end of the day I was paired with a woman named Siti.

The car I drove into was a simple residential complex, not as elite as the housing I lived in. Maybe in this housing Siti's residence is located.

“Pah, can not pass, in front there are people hajat,” I said when I saw there is a typical crowd of hawakans, a few meters in front.

“For another minute,” Papa said. I obeyed Papa's instructions, drove the car slowly.

“Well this is the invited guest parking lot, Pah?”

“Ya indeed we want condangan.”

Pantes aja Papa same Mama already wear a chapel dress. Turns out to want a meeting. He said he was going to Siti's house.

“Condangan first, only after to Siti's house,” Papa said while opening the door and getting out of the car. Though I only speak in the heart, how can Papa answer fit so?

“And, why not come down?” Mama whose feet had stepped on the earth knocked on the car glass, then asked me.

“No ah, Mah, shame. Ardan wait in the car aja.”

“Not eat for free?” ask my beautiful mama and I reply with a headband. Why, rather than eating for free. Eat every day, too. If you get free diamonds as big as gaban, or a sexy girl and new bahenol I want.

Instead of waiting for two lovebirds who were in the middle of the condition, I chose to get off the car for a walk around the housing. The intention is to find a stall, want to buy a drink sung by Blackpink, Aye Aye (Ale Ale). Let me rub the packaging using coins continue to get.

After walking a few steps and turning right, I finally found the stall. Turns out the stall doesn't sell the drinks I mean. Then the shop owner Teteh offered Geulis Tea as his replacement. After pondering with all my body, I prefer the aggressive bottled drink, Sosor Tea rather than the mini-packaged Geulis Tea.

Sosor tea can pretty well quench my thirst. Duh why this afternoon my thirst so stirred the peace of the soul.

Finished putting down a bottle of Sosor Tea in a single sip, I again swung this step, strolling around the complex. How do I know I met an angel who will be my soul mate. Aren't you?

Along the road I looked so lonely. Maybe on this cheerful Sunday, the people of the complex prefer to stay at home to stay cool. I kept swinging light steps while occasionally making a wander to the right and left. I hope I don't look like a thief. Yes times, where there is such a handsome thief. A heart thief is possible.

My steps were as light as the burden of Rafatar's life immediately stopped where when my view was rubbed with a creature. I swear, the figure made my heart beat violently and my knees tremble. The rebar and trembling were not like newlyweds who were about to perform the duren ritual, but because of the jiper taste that was so gripping.

Up ahead, the figure who was my nemesis since childhood, unsheathed a cruel gaze towards me with drool dripping.

Grp ... Guk ... Guk ... Corms.

The black, vicious, fierce dog, the reel barked at me. Some jokes I just fixated on, unable to think. What am I supposed to do? Salto, kayang, push ups, sit ups, nari or .. pray.

Yes, praying. But what prayer?

“BISMILBORNOHMANIROHIM. BISMIKA ALLAHUMMA AHYA WA BISMIKA AMUT. AMIIIIN”

Grp ... Guk ... Guk ... Corms. The dog looked at me even more.

Poking me. Do it does not affect the audience.