
Rani accidentally gets out of the party because she is bored. He chose to visit the night market that was passed by him on the way to the hotel. It was more interesting there he thought. Game rides, typical culinary Jakarta, and the most interesting attention is the demon barrel game in which there are one or more motorcycles banging the wall with a slope of 70-90°.
Wow.. This is amazing, the girl who is still in elementary school has a much different pleasure from her twin sister who looks more calm, and never does anything strange like her sister. Asiyah Maharani's.
Panji who was also ordered to look for Rani's whereabouts, finally managed to meet. It looks like Rani is waiting in line in front of the demon barrel counter to watch the show that will soon start.
Panji ran as fast as he could to Rani, and immediately pulled her hand just as she was about to hand over the money to the cashier.
"What the hell is this?" The pekiknya surprised, as well as angry when he knew his hand was pulled by the banner.
"What are you doing here?" panji said worriedly, his breathing was still panting for running.
"I want to watch the show."
A very clear name was plastered in front of the entrance. TONG SATAN. From the name alone is very terrible, but not the least Rani felt afraid, instead she was very enthusiastic to enter. Maybe if you play with a creepy ride, it will not be a problem.
"Why come here?"
"Yes I want to come here. It's exciting here, a party there ngebosenin tau."
"That's Om's wedding you're Ran" Panji said.
"Or."
"Win it let's go home. umi same abi you nyariin loh."
"No, no, no, no" Rani pursed her mouth looking the other way.
They are still arguing standing in front of the entrance, covering the path of people, then Panji shifted while pulling Rani's hand to talk more comfortably without disturbing the way of the visitors who want to enter.
"Please. I want to go in" said Rani trying to release her hand from Panji's grasp.
"Can't," the more Rani tries to let go of her hand, the more Panji tightens his grip.
"I want to go in, A," forced even free, Panji kept holding Rani to not go inside.
"There is danger Ran. You know in there not everyone wants to watch, do you dare guarantee, if the person standing next to you is a good person?"
Rani shook her head while pouting.
"No, right? If it turns out to be a kidnapper, or a pickpocket, do you know?"
Again he shook his head in response.
"Want it. Go yuk! kasian madam with mister nyariin you."
"I don't want to go home" said Rani whining almost in tears.
"Why?"
"I'm scared in anuratin umi same abi."
"Wouldn't you go home now with me."
Chortled. Rani still did not come home because of something.
"What the hell is scared of? I won't be madam with you if you go to the night market." Panji continues to seduce Rani to come home. But continue to refuse.
"I'm afraid of A" he whined again, and this time his tears escaped from the eye. Panji sighed deeply before returning to talk to Rani patiently. Khuu...
"Why don't you want to go home?" he asked very gently, because he did not want to make Rani cry more.
"My pocket money for tomorrow is over, this is all right," hiks...hik shows the three-sheet money in his hand, with a four-zero digit behind the number one.
"Umi must be angry, because I spent the pocket money for tomorrow."
"Geez... It's just a pocket money thing? How much money have you spent?"
"quarter of thousands."
"What...?" Panji surprised. Just been in the night market for a while, already spending that much money?
Rides there at least 20,000 games once rose, if calculated from the rest of the money in his hand, at least he has ridden the game as much as 8 times. but it is impossible to ride 8 rides in a short time, only 30 minutes?
"Where are you using the money?" ask Panji curiously.
The pennant frowned, "throw the ball?"
Rani nodded, "yes."
"Throw which ball?"
"That," pointed to the back of the Panji, right in the corner near the horse-drawn rides.
"All your money is spent to throw ***?"
"Yes A," Rani continued to cry incessantly, instead her cries grew stronger and more frightened at the anger of her parents.
"Cup, cup. Don't cry anymore" this time Panji wiped Rani's tears with his hand. He felt like watching Rani continue to cry in fear, even though he knew that umi and her brother would not be angry. But let it be, let Rani learn to use money wisely, even if her parents are rich.
The crying started to stop. Panji bought Rani some mineral water, to stop her hiccups from crying long enough.
"This. Drink first" Panji said, handing over a bottle of mineral water. He took Rani sitting on a sidewalk by the road near a crust trader.
"Make A."
He immediately downed a drink, the bottle cap was opened first by Panji. Rani's throat may be very dry, caught from the way he drank that immediately spent half a bolot of mineral water.
"Haus neng?"
"Banget A," Rani said as she handed the bottle to Panji. The banner closed the bottle again, then placed the bottle beside it.
"A. How's money?" rani is still confused.
"It doesn't have money to replace your money, Ran."
He reached into his pants pocket, spending as much money as Rani had.
"30,000?" said Rani.
Panji.
"If you join, so how many A?"
"New 60,000," Panji said equally confused.
"Where's dong? umi will be angry? maybe not times, right?" he thought, um it's very good, which might be angry just because the money is 200,000 aja. With him just coming home, I must be very grateful. Aren't you?
But in an instant he remembered the harsh nature of his father, which he might get angry from his father.
"But the father is different A, the father must be angry," said Rani who almost returned to crying.
Again and again Panji had to think hard to defend Rani in front of her parents. It seems he fell silent, thinking, thinking of a way to save Rani from her fear.
"It has a way."
Instantly Rani smiled sitting sideways facing Panji.
"How is A? Can I double the money? or guess the card? like them, guess the card with a lot of money."
"Not Ran, guess the card's name is j*di."
"Continue..?"
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