The Charm of Twins S

One on one

"Not so bang." replied Brandon to the workshop brother with a ketus.

"So how about one on one, you dare?" challenge Brandon who turned the motor back on, staring fiercely at Satria.

Satria snorted, massaging her nose, "Ok who's afraid, I've won if you forget."

"Jan is mostly a bacot lo! come with me nying!"

Satria was happy to follow him towards the field which became a regular place for children to play when the afternoon.

Both got off the bike, took off their helmets and jackets.

"Gue just wanted to tell you that time I didn't lose,"

Satria screeched, "still won't say anything too?"

"I was in a hurry."

"Ok, so we can use this free time to mess around." Satria smiled cynically, directing a raw bogem at Brandon's face.

Bugh...

"She ying!" Brandon rubbed the corner of his lips that were sore.

Bugh...

He hit Satria back, did not accept Satria back hit him, and like that so on, until both were battered and ended the fight.

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"Cang's sick!" Satria grimaced, as Naim's cane began to compress the ice cubes onto the battered part of his face.

"Siape told me to fight, kayak has your aje horn, you're a hotshot.!" said cang Naim while pairing plaster on one part of his face that has a torn wound.

Before returning home, Satria decided to stop by Naim's coffee shop first, to ask for his help removing the blood dripping on the tip of the lips and to stabilize the other body that feels pain.

Satria sighed, leaning her body on a chair made of bamboo that she was sitting on.

"His name is also young man cang, yes like this!"

"Alahh, um I never did ngalemin youth, you think my form immediately old like this! uh, I used to be young, too, but my behavior was 99% baek, I never had the name fight what else until bonyok like this." unknowingly, Naim pressed the ice cubes wrapped in a small towel on Satria's bruised cheek.

"Sick cang." ringisnya.

"Indeed you're on a hell of a hell?"

"Gue guess the chick for sure."

"I don't accept my girl being bullied."

"In gimane gimane gangguye?"

"Long if it is said to be lang."

"Not close the cang?"

"Belom, I'll wait for Badru first."

"Oh, yaudah if so I go home first yes cang, thanks a lot already in medicine, sorry really ya can already ngerepotin."

"It's okay to talk to ready aje tong, you've been I took as my own son too, yaudah sono came home you, anter scolded your mother."

Satria nodded politely and then began to drive forward his motorbike leaving the Naim coffee shop area.

"H wait, wait!" Satria stopped his bike back, reached for something that had been stuck in his front pants pocket.

"Ck, Tika said tell me to read, right?" he muttered, and began to unfold the white paper, and he was astonished after reading the contents.

"Ajig! I told you to buy jengkol."

"Malem-malem like this."

"Buy where I try!"

"If not, my handsome face must be added bonyok daftar."

Thinking for a while then he remembered something, and not waiting for long he rushed towards somewhere.

"Wiuhh! it's still open, as long as I!" Satria got off the bike without taking off his helmet, of course because of prestige, what people say if he who has a handsome face bought 1 kg of jengkol.

Step towards one of the stalls selling vegetables.

"Pak jengkolnya 1kg" he said directly.

"You're choosing it?"

"No need sir" he replied while wailing, worried if anyone recognized him.

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"Ohhh bun, make a surprise!" Satria was aghast, when he opened the door the mother was standing holding a broomstick.

"Good, your habit yes, continue to wander! where did the clock come home from?" said Nada with a look of horror, replex Satria also saw a clock that was coiled on her wrist which currently shows twelve o'clock at night.

"That's why, you fight Sat?"

"I-this_"

"What do you want to be, you want to be a hotshot, so you're a thug?" Tone tapped the ears of his son to complain asking to be released.

A second later Nada cried, sitting limp on the floor, making Satria confused.

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