STORY IN KOSAN MIX ANDRI VERSION

The Drama Tempe Krispi

"What?! So you mean, Tisa's master Joshua?!"

"Our Aunt!" I patted the eel, he even misrespected. In front of him, that means me. "I mean I'm not that front. But the front part's in-Aakh!" I screamed as Tisa stepped on my foot.

"ahahaha. That's not what Andri Aunty means. The front that Andri means, usually the soul mate is in front of us, but we often do not realize it," explained Tisa quickly because she did not want me to continue my words.

"Yahh, even though Aunt was already happy. Kirain ahead of it, Joshua!"

Kulrikik Tisa, even though I deliberately said the kayak earlier so that Aunt Ima did not try to make fun of her son as Tisa continues.

"Come on Tisa, add more side dishes!" said Aunt Ima to Tisa.

"Yes Aunt." Tisa also took a chrysanthemum tempe that lived a piece.

Hup!

And the hand of Mr. Joshua also held the temple. They were both holding the tempe simultaneously.

What the fuck?! Is this filming an FTV drama?!

Tisa immediately pulled her hand from the tempe.

"Take it sir." Tisa pushed the plate containing a piece of the chrysanthemum tempe to Joshua.

"No, take you the temple," Joshua pushed the plate in front of Tisa.

"No Sir. My nose lives a little. The time is for Mr. Joshua!" Tisa pushed the plate back to Joshua.

"No papa. Make you the temple. I still have a lot of food!" Joshua pushed the plate back to Tisa.

I became a gregetan myself watching them push the plate.

"Create Mr. Joshua for his temple. I can get another side dish!" Tisa pushed the plate back to Joshua.

"No Tis, you're the am-"

"If no one wants to, make me a temple!" I who greg immediately rose from my seat and plucked the temple krispi. "That's so hard!"

They both looked at me. I'll just hit that tempe in one bribe.

The drama of Tempe Krispi was completed.

After eating, we talked for a while. Of course I'm not talking, but Tisa and Aunt Ima. I don't know what they're talking about. Then we went home too.

"Often play here Tisa," said Aunt Ima when Tisa kissed her hand while saying goodbye home. "If you have a work holiday, play here. Not alone in the room."

"In kosan Tisa is not alone aunt. There are neighbors too!" sahutku.

"Yes, not papa. Play around here, let Auntie have a chat."

Excuses! That's just his wits. Let Tisa get closer to her son!

"Can I go home, Aunt. Byeh.." Tisa climbed onto my motorbike that had been on since.

I took a different path from the time I left. Let it be more sparse. But the road is a bit hollow. Making Tisa's helmet hit me a lot with my helmet.

Duk!

Back Tisa's helmet hit my helmet making my head slightly pushed forward.

Duk!

Duk!

"Ndri, his fingers mijklih yajgng bagghus dong!" tisa's voice was not so clear.

"Well?!! What?!"

If you wear a helmet suddenly budek yes.

Dukk!!

This time Tisa's helmet hit my helmet hard because I didn't know if there were any sleeping cops. I didn't lower my speed when I passed it.

"Well you know there's a sleeping cop, why don't you slow down?!" tisa's yelling finally sounded because I opened the helmet glass.

"Where is the cop sleeping Sa? I can go to jail if I run over a sleeping cop!" selorohku.

"Lha was that what if it wasn't a sleeping cop?! Soldiers sleeping?!" upset mouth.

"That's not a sleeping cop! But speed bump!"

"Just like!!"

"It's not the same! If the cop sleeps it, sleep in the bed!!" I chuckle. "E-uh! Why then?!"

Suddenly my bike slowed down and finally stopped.

"Why Ndri's motorcycle?"

I didn't answer Tisa's question and tried to turn on my bike. But can't live.

"Why then? How can you not live?" I tried to revive him again. But still can't light up.

Tisa also got off the bike and looked at the head of my motorcycle.

"Basar Bambang! How will it burn if the gasoline runs out!!" he said while pointing at the motor speedometer.

"Oh yes! Gasoline's out!" I went to Tisa.

I got off the bike too. There are no shops selling gasoline. Not shop. The house is not here.

"You wait here a minute, Sa. I'm gonna go there for gas."

Tisa just nodded. And I started walking away from Tisa and my bike.

After a short walk, I finally found a small store that sold gasoline.

"Sir, I'm buying gasoline."

Eh the father even cackled looking behind me. I also looked at. Looking behind me. But there's nothing.

What's he looking at?

"What are you looking for, sir?"

"Say I want to buy some gasoline, where's the bike?"

Turns out he's even getting on my bike.

"My motor is out of gas sir. That's why I live there." I pointed to the direction where I left Tisa.

Of course it's invisible from here.

"Why wasn't the bike brought here?"

Yes yes too! But I didn't want Tisa to walk. Kasian.

"If you don't have the bike, how do you want to fill the gas?"

"I'll bring the gas bottle, sir!"

"Have it, no! Last time someone bought it. The ends are not behind my bottle!"

Duh, how is it? When should I go back again?

"I promise to return, sir! Really!" I tried to convince him.

"Tempo day someone said that too. But same thing. My bottle was shoved and I never came back here!"

I sighed because the Father was still.

And I ended up using my ID as collateral. He just believed.

Both my eyebrows were tied when I saw that Tisa wasn't alone. But there are two boys who still wear high school uniforms. They were hanging out on his motorcycle in front of Tisa.

It looks like they are teasing Tisa.

I hastened my steps.

"Woy boy! Don't bother my girl!"

My screams made them all look up.

The boy wearing the hat frowned at me who was approaching them.

"That's your guy?" ask him to Tisa.

"Yes! She's my girl!" I'm the one who answered. "Mending you guys out of here!"

The two boys looked at me from top to bottom. From the bottom up again.

"Well, do you look at me like that?!" my ketus.

"Udah Om - om - gini! He's really your guy?!" ask the boy who was driving.

My eyes are rounded. Again I call it Om-om!

"What did you say?! I'm Om-om?! Just delicious. I'm not Om-om. I'm only 23!"

But the two boys didn't even bother me and looked at Tisa instead.

"Based on girls today! It just wants Om-om!" say the kid wearing the hat.

While Tisa was just chuckling.

"Yes obviously dong! If the same Om-om, we are dijajananin, in love money anyway!" said Tisa who even impressed me like Om-om.

"Well, if you're dating? Got what? You are still in school, not yet at work. At most if you are dating together only invited to walk doang, not fed!" continued.

"It's all because Om knew it didn't!" The kid wearing the hat blamed me. "For you, Om-om. All he wants is the young. We are not going to get girls! Our time should be the same Auntie?!"

Tisa chuckled at her curses.

"Udah told you I'm not Om-om! Once again you call me Om, I'm gibeng you two!" threaten me with a shirt sleeve that makes them both ride the bike leaving us.

"Aahaha!" tisa's laughter broke out when the children were already far away. "What's so old about buying gasoline?"

I glanced at him for coming to call me Om.

But a moment later one corner of my lips was raised up.

"Oh, if that means you're dating dong with me?! Did you just say that dating the same Om-om. And you just called me Om. Then you're nagging me dong's girlfriend!"

Tisa's laughter stopped instantly. Now it was my turn to smile wide.

I screwed up on the rearview motor. Look at the whiskers growing under the nose.

Looks like I should be diligent in shaving the mustache. Let's not guess Om-om continues!