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Meet maduku.

It's dark. Rana and Radit finally arrive in front of Rana's house. Before putting her bike into the garage, Rana stopped for a bit.

"Go on, I'm also in a hurry to take a shower, nih," Radit ordered. 

"Yes, I went in first. Later I call you. Bye." Rana opened the fence and put her motorcycle into the garage. Then closing the fence, Radit's gone. Rana sighed. He'll tell Radit everything later. 

Rana opened her shoes, then went inside the house. "Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Rana's home..."

Papa, Mama, and Iko were sitting relaxing in the living room. Papanyamread the newspaper while drinking tea, Mama watch soap operas, and Iko is playing games on her phone. They all looked over when Rana made a sound. 

"Rana, just got home at this hour?" Wijayanto-papa Rana asked. There was no anger in his tone, as his wife had already told him in advance where Rana was going.

Rana approached them and sat down next to Iko who was being serious about the flat object. 

"Basketball team meeting, Pa. Huft, tired," he said as he unfastened his jacket. He was wearing a black shirt. 

Wijayanto closed his newspaper, drinking warm tea carefully. "There's another race?"

"Yes, Pa. Rana has to work hard this time can not lose like yesterday. Sucks."

"You know the story, Papa supports one hundred percent. Papa wants to watch but does not have time, so papa supports using prayer only, yes." 

Iko pushed Rana's body that was getting stuck to her. "There, lo. Smells you don't."

Rana stood up, draped her jacket over her shoulder. "Thank you, Pa. Rana is more happy to be supported by kayak gini, the spirit to win increases." Smiling at his papa. 

"We've always supported the origin is positive, Rana." This time, her mother answered.

"Why don't you have any comments about Rana's hair?" Rana was astonished, one school on the scene with Rana's new haircut. But her father did not respond in the slightest. 

Wijayanto knitted his brows. "Hair? Yes why? Good enough, really. More fresh." 

"That, bang. Papa agrees. Not like a lot of bacots." Rana pinched Iko firmly, then went towards her room. "The ride, pa, ma."

Meanwhile, the enraged Iko quickly closes the game and follows Rana to her room.

"Eh, upil frog. I'm still patient, even when my hands are blue because you just pinched. Remember I'm still patient, if I'm raging my excitement will be three percent," he said as he walked behind his sister. 

"Bodo very, yes, camel jigong. Your talk has no benefit at all." 

Rana closed the door quickly before Iko came in. Not wanting to hear her brother's nagging again, Rana immediately locked the door and went to take a shower. That girl is lazy to argue right now.

"Rana frog, adek who the hell lo!!! Fuck the bad man!!!" yelled Iko from outside. 

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After taking a shower, Rana sat down at the study table to work out her schedule in the next week. Rana's been doing it for the past two years. His mother taught him, he said, life must have a target and must have a plan. 

Rana's stomach is hungry, she goes downstairs and eats there. After eating, Rana sits in her bed and calls Radit. 

"May Radit not be emotional" he murmured softly. He hoped Radit would hear it through. 

"Hello also watermelon. I'm looking for a soul mate again." Rana really likes watermelon. At first, Radit did not like to call Rana that. Watermelon is sweet, and Rana is bitter. But Rana forces him, Radit relents.

"Haha. Still in school, I've been thinking of a soul mate."

"Joking, maemunah. What's your story today?"

Rana. In his life, only Radit always asked like this. 

"Gue wants to say something but you don't get hooked, yeah." Rana leaned her back towards the head of the bed. 

Across the street, Radit was sitting at his study table with some books open. The pen he was holding was immediately placed when the call from Rana came in. Radit accidentally puts his cell phone on the study table, knowing Rana will call him soon. 

"Anyway whatever it is. Just don't ask me to buy you some bread. Again, bokek." 

"Ih! Nope. If that business is all I can ask for tomorrow." 

"Well, right. I'm guessing. Scrap on the story."

Actually Rana still hesitates to say it, but she has to. Otherwise, Radit would have been furious to see Rana moody again. 

"So gini, I was home from school was abis gasoline. Keep filling in retail, Zidan come in me, dit."

Radit straightened his back, his facial features became serious. "Certainly? Lo flapin' with him? Do you have a mukul lo?" What Radit always worried about was Zidan who was still bothering Rana. Radit knows Zidan's true nature. Zidan is the head of a motorcycle gang that always causes trouble and damage. That information Radit got from his friends. Rana knows that. But the girl kept her ears shut and loved Zidan in ignorance. Zidan often hurts Rana, and also plays rough.

"Yes that's it. He always has words that can make my emotions go up. Fortunately, I am a strong girl. Hehe." 

Radit's eyebrows go up next door. "Emang lo what is he?" Radit chuckled, covering up the anger that would have arisen until he knew what Zidan was saying to Rana until the girl was moody. 

"Hmm, he's on the motor again. I pull his collar and I shout dong in front of him. Finished yelling, I threw him. Kayak in the soap operas. Ahaha. Funny, I'm the one who thinks I'm funny too." Rana pretended to laugh, as if it was a joke worth laughing at. He's just scared, Radit's angry. 

Radit's head nodded. "That, yeah. My best friend is alay now, watch it soap opera."

"What the hell. Lo more alay tau no, watching rumpi show. Haha."

"It's not me. That's my mom watching. When you came by accident I sat in front of Tivi, and my mother again to the bathroom. That's why not suuzon first."

Rana laughed out loud. It's funny if it's remembered again. At that time Rana immediately mocked Radit all-out because he was caught watching a gossip show. "Guya ganana."

"Laughter lo! Ready for Pr Belom?"

Rana's loud whispers sounded. "Gue males really studied physics. So can't do it. Can't afford it." 

"Buset, this is a child. Do you want to be punished with Bu Yuni? You know what he is, Ran."

Sitting up, Rana put her body on the bed. Although Radit scares her, Rana doesn't care. Today he was too tired, both physically and heartily. "Let's go. My grades in other lessons remain high, right? Santuy, Fish."

The attitude of the bodo very Rana in fact makes Radit upset. But he's holding it. Rana is stubborn. "Silent you. Watch out if I get punished continue to meet me."

"Yes, yeah. This time not."