Sketch of Love Mr. Kendra

Hanging out

The days went on, it was two and almost a month that Mizzy went to college there.

Who was the day on the sidelines of his busy life, Ken always took the nephew, no matter how busy he was, he would have delayed work if he had not made sure the girl returned safely to his apartment.

Mizzy himself actually felt a little annoyed, Om's attitude was very excessive according to him. Every time Mizzy has to tell Ken, where, what, whatever it's gonna be. If not, Mizzy will continue to be terrorized by his Om, the terror is not kidding, Mizzy like the person who is being billed Debt Collector Pinjol. Really sucks!

Mizzy looks like she just got out of her class, today's subject is done. And there just happens to be no more classes.

“Zy, hang out at the cafe sebrang yu," invited his friend named Gisel.

They have not known for long but they are very familiar, and Gisel happens to be from the same country as Mizzy.

“Can't, I have to go home. Tau set up how Om Ken, he must have out his horn if he knew I was hanging out so,” reject Mizzy, his face looks in the bend.

Mizzy wanted to, but he thought again. Lazy if you have to argue with the Om Dulapnya.

“Yeah, yeah don't know he knows dong. It's still daytime, Om you also definitely won't know he's busy working for sure. Come on Zy, exciting to know, Cafe sebrang it hits really, college kids here hanging out there, all eye wash, come on,” persuaded Gisel.

Mizzy seemed to think for a moment, if you think about it his Om must now still work too. Mizzy used to come home from college in the afternoon.

Lagian Mizzy hasn't said that today is just one subject.

“Udah do not think, times Zy, mumpung no class, anyways want to try you home, no activities also? Most mediocre in room!”

“OK deh, but not for long yes," said Mizzy. Finally agreed.

“Well it's dong, let's slide.” Gisel pulls Mizzy's hand, they walk side by side towards the parking lot.

Using Gisel's car, they went straight to the cafe.

Sure enough when he got there, the atmosphere of the cafe looked very crowded, many of his classmates Mizzy who was there.

“Mizzy, Gisel, here join,” shouted a man, the man was named Gibran, he was their classmate.

The two girls immediately approached Gibran who was seen with his friends as well.

“Tumben once you get here, Zy?” ask Gibran. Actually since seeing Mizzy, the young man had fallen in love at first sight.But the handsome man just did not have the guts to approach her. However, secretly he always paid attention to Mizzy.

“Yes, Gisel brought me here. It turns out that here rame is also yes,” Mizzy replied with a smile.

“This is not rame yet, the night is more rame again,” said one of his friends Gibran, whose name is Yosep.

“Really, ah I did indeed say yes.”

“Mean times to play here if the nights, guaranteed addictive,” said the man again.

After that they also chatted at length. I don't think the time has shown at 6 pm. Mizzy still looks cool, maybe because of this salama he rarely goes out there, so a little forget time.

“You order wine?” ask Gibran. Gibran is native to the country so alcoholic beverages are common to them.

Mizzy just smiled. But he had no intention of trying it, just appreciating them.

His friends seemed to be enjoying the wine. Mizzy was still firm in his stance, he would not drink the alcohol, although he was repeatedly offered by them, but he tried to reject it subtly.

“You sure you didn't drink?” ask Gibran.

“No, I don't like it and never tried it either,” replied Mizzy.

“You are rasain, Zy. Good to know, all the load feels loose,” said Gisel with a voice that already sounds heavy. I don't know how many glasses the girl drank.

Seeing them drink it anyway, it looks so good, what else after drinking it Mizzy saw their smile was like without burden.

“You try?” ask Gibran.

Mizzy swallowed his siliva, he was curious about the taste.

“Slightly will not make you drunk,” said Gibran while giving a small glass of the wine to Mizzy.

With doubt Mizzy accepted it, he first smelled the wine, it smelled very pungent and unpleasant.

“Yeah just sip Mizzy, the smell is that but fit in drinking sensation ah steady,” said Gisel.

Mizzy also gave himself to gulp it, it feels strange, but if it feels interesting too.

“Where?” ask Gisel.

“Not bad," replied Mizzy.

Her friends were smiling at Mizzy's behavior.

“I want again,” the door.

“Are you sure?” ask Gibran.

Mizzy nodded her head immediately with a smile. Gibran poured the wine back into Mizzy's garage.

Mizzy immediately gulped it down the toilet.

Suddenly, a man with a face full of anger approached them.

“Come home!" The man immediately pulled Mizzy's hand violently.

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