STORY IN KOSAN MIX ANDRI VERSION

Fish Language

When she was looking at Tisa, Indah suddenly turned to me. His mouth was like a fish that was walking on land.

He's coding something. I don't understand the language of fish.

"What?!" ask me without a sound.

But again Beautiful even keep cosplay singing fish.

He glared in annoyance because I didn't understand either.

How else, I haven't learned the language of fish.

"Duhhh, I should have brushed my hair before cooking!" Lovely acting feeling uncomfortable with her hair.

But his mouth was pawing at Tisa.

After getting enlightenment, I also understood what Indah meant. He said that Tisa felt uncomfortable with her hair being pulled. Especially now cooking.

"Here, let me tie your hair!" I got up and grabbed the beautiful hair.

"Next time, don't use the language of the fish! Brother hasn't learned it!" I whispered while taking a hair tie proffered by him.

"Aish! Who speaks the language of fish?!" Lovely little ngedumel.

I glanced at Tisa who was looking at us. But a moment later he immediately threw his face the other way.

Jiah, jealous of him. I'm more glad I saw it.

Quietly Beautiful took off the black bracelet that was in her hand and thrust it at me.

"Make what?" my whiskey.

"That's my hair Tisa's wearing this! Why isn't my sister so sensitive?! From that, Sister Tisa already feels uncomfortable with her hair!"

Immediately I took the black bracelet and put it on my own arm.

Suddenly beautiful sound.

"Well, you sound!" exclaim Mama.

"In the meantime, I pick up the phone first," said Indah kalem.

I almost let out a laugh hearing a beautiful tone that was inversely proportional to the usual.

"Titip chicken ya Sa," said Indah with calm and then out of the kitchen.

"Ndri, Mama wants tea for Papa. Titip koloke sauce for a while. Keep going, don't leave it!" suddenly, Mama came out of the kitchen.

It seems like they deliberately left the two of me with Tisa.

This wasn't on the plan.

A few moments quiet. My hands are busy churning out my mom's koloke sauce.

Tisa's kulrikik is busy with hair that incarnates as a broken curtain that covers her face.

"Here, let me tie the ram-"

Plaque!

I gasped in shock as my hand that was about to touch her hair was suddenly pushed aside by Tisa.

Actually I do not agree with this camer plan because I was afraid Tisa instead turn the direction to another heart because I felt I had hurt him.

I took a deep breath before opening my voice.

"Sa, I know we broke up. But you don't have to get like this. We parted in a good way. Can't we still be friends?!" I'm staring.

"Ndri, no matter how good you say goodbye, the name parting will still hurt!"

"Sorry.. But trust me, after this there'll be good things happening to you."

Because we are meant to be together. Author who delays us to unite and continue the story.

Uh, sorry Thor, wrong. It's all because of Om Darma.

After hearing my words just now, Tisa was a little resigned when I tidied her hair

"But my hair strap was left in Mama's room" said Tisa who made my hand stop.

I stared at the bracelet from Beautiful. Looks like Beautiful even knew this would happen. That's why he gave me this bracelet.

"Please, we pack my bracelet," I said.

"Snap, it'll be beautiful to come back here. What if he misunderstands what?" exclaim Tisa.

"Aish! How the hell are you?! Later if I was labeled as an actor how?!" tisa said annoyed while elbowing me.

But the elbow didn't hit me because I quickly dodged. Make hair that is clasped in the hand so detached because I have not been tied.

"It's coming off! You anyway! Said he was told to spit." I pretended to protest.

"Aish, air! I'll tie my own hair!" Tisa was upset and headed to the sink to wash her hands.

"Well, don't sulk dong Sa! It's your own fault, who told you to move. No need to wash your hands. Let me pick your hair!" I held Tisa's arm and pulled her closer.

When tidying his hair, the idea of a jail on the head arises.

"Openzhu..." I blew Tisa's neck.

Tisa rubbed her neck immediately.

"Ndri, you're nipping my neck!" the accusation is one hundred percent true.

"Where is! No really. Wind times!" my exposition.

"Juuuhhh..." I blew Tisa's neck back.

"Aish! Andrey! Don't jail it! Don't blow it! I know!"

I chuckle without a sound.

"Where am I niup. That wind is!" elakku.

"Since when does the wind smell of mint candy?!"

Instantly my laughter broke hearing Tisa's words.

"So people don't jail!" tisa said while pinching me. Lucky I avoided it.

"ahahaha. So don't be upset mulu!" sahutku chuckles.

"For whoever tried to make me become a gini kayak! Where was that pretentious show-off again!"

"So you're jealous of the story?" I lifted two corners of my lips.

"Jealousy is too expensive for you! I just don't like to see people showing off!"

"Oh! Don't wanna fuckin' call him!"

"Sa, has the chicken been dead yet?" my mother's voice was walking towards the kitchen.

Immediately I stirred the koloke sauce that had been neglected earlier.

"A little more Ma" said Tisa.

After cooking, we gathered at the table and ate together.

This was the main purpose Tisa brought to this house.

"Ndah, play here often. Get closer to Andri!" Papa started acting.

"Yes Pa," sahut Indah bashfully fake. He was originally timid.

"So when you get married, it's not awkward anymore!"

"Yuk!" I choked, coughed. Unfortunately a fake cough. "Why rush to marry Pa?"

"Yes dong. Faster is better!" sahut Papa glanced at Tisa.

"Must be fiancee dong Pa," said Mama.

"Yes, just calm down. Later can be arranged everything," said Papa relaxed. "Let's let Tisa be the MC on the show. He is used to big events. So we don't have to bother looking for MC anymore."

Tisa just nodded without a sound.

"When will Tisa get married?"

"Uhuk uhuk!" Tisa immediately coughed at Papa's question.

"I still don't think about it, Om. Want to focus on achieving the dream first," he replied after the cough subsided. The real cough is Tisa.

"When do you delay getting married? Aren't you fooled?"

"Uhuk uhuk!" Tisa coughed again. Eyes rounded.

Maybe he's surprised why Papa can tell that he's being fooled. Tisa never told me she was being fooled.

Yes, Papa knows. Lawong Tisa is betrothed to his own son.