Simiskin And Rich Woman

Old motor

I was awkward, so was Maria, did I have feelings for her, which made me say I disappeared into the air?, no, maybe because at the beginning I had a conversation with this beautiful, rich woman.

"Tomorrow if gabut, maen aja the parking lot of cave mar."

"Each post, maybe it'll cave there more often"

"Okke, news if you want parking, let me clean first so as not to get dirty like that."

"Ah it's okay, the name is also the market, clean at the very morning doang keknya."

"Tau an lu, yes mar bersih morning doang the rest is very dirty."

Having a motorbike without knowing where we are heading to the maria house is a very disturbing thing for me to reprimand it but my mouth and body want to linger with it without realizing that maria already has a man.

"Cowok you don't papa we're boning gini mar."

"Gak papa pos santay ajaan guy cave in stillhan, he's the playboy posts, so now the cave between believe the same unbelief."

"Sutt can't be kek that mar, so that's also never nemenin you where."

I looked at Maria silently from behind the rearview mirror, not realising that the woman who coveted the child in my school was now behind me, she was very beautiful, until I thought this perfect creation of God, God, it was not until I said to praise him again, if I recorded it it would probably be more than a book of science about astronot.

"Where you need to go to, why don't you hang out at your place."

"There's my own tongkrongan mar, I usually go there if all my dependents have been resolved and my body can compromise."

"Ohhh, but they often nemenin you not parked?"

"Often mar, sometimes they arrive, and sometimes also help my mother peddle her actions."

"Help your mother?"

"Yes mar, so that's a treasure that I have only my mother and friends, They're one of the treasures that I have in this world mar, if it must change with life maybe I'll help him."

"It has to be a post, but the cave never fussed about having your temen-class friends who are so familiar that they help ibuklu post."

Long time we talked about sharing the experience without demeaning each other, until Mary was stunned last...

"Where are we going, Mar?" I surprised him who was smiling facing the sky enjoying the beauty of his new environment which tourists call Yogyakarta.

Yogyakarta is special for those who feel it but not me.

"Oh yes post, I'll let the house guy tell Sharelok?"

Before long Maria told the house people she patted me on the shoulder to get away on the road first'

"Hallo mah?"

"Where are you, son?"

"I'm on the market mah maen to my school workplace"

"Hurry home already want this maghrib."

"Yes, it's still on the way home."

"Well do you want to go home."

"Motor mah."

"Waduh will be black if you ride a mar motorbike, did not know the driver was son?'

"Kukabari ma'am but not until, I kept getting ushered in the same posta."

"Welcome, son, forgot mom?"

The voice rang out in my ear, slapping my heart, stirring my consciousness, until I fell silent and went back to thinking about what Maria's mother had said when I visited her in the hospital.

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