The Match is Not the Wrong Address
Seeking you
"Ziya, that's polite you're the same guest!" reprimanding Rio to his sister with a dislike look. He was afraid that it would cause discomfort to the girl next to him.
"I'm just nanya. I know, Brother, I'm Ziya. Rio's most cute and adek throughout this village," Ziya stretched out her hand.
Not yet answered, Rio immediately brushed off Ziya's hand. The man looked at her sharply, making Ziya shudder and flank her two lips. He indicated he would stop talking.
"Ziya, you take a shower first, son. Time-stripped by maghrib." Ms. Resi warned gently.
Ziya finally moved from his seat. Grunt resentfully at the brother who likes to behave arbitrarily and coercively. As he stepped through the foreign woman, his arm was suddenly ambushed.
"I'm Meysa," she softly smiled sweetly.
"Ah, that's pretty. It's good to know your gentle and kind brother" Ziya chuckled.
"Ehm!" Deheman Rio spread the gazes of the two women.
Instantly Ziya ran away, afraid that her brother would be angry. Meysa laughed while shaking her head.
"I'm sorry, Mey. My sister talks too much" Rio said feeling unwell.
"Nothing, he's funny" Meysa said.
Before long, Ziya again sat down at the dining table. Join his family. High curiosity makes him take a duck bath.
"Have you taken a soap cake? Very spiffy!" cibir Rio squinted his eyes.
"Pake it. Uh yes, Mom, Brother. Will be invited to eat outside can not?" ziya pleaded.
Resi's mother took her daughter and brought her rice along with her side dishes. Then put it in front of Ziya.
"Thank you, my mother dear." Ziya hugged her mother.
"God, mode!" sindir Rio's.
Meysa only chuckled to see the two brothers quip each other. Even so, there is affection between the two.
"Here you go, let's eat. Meysa, don't beat them up, son. They are that. Like a rich cat with rats when you meet," said Ms. Resi after gulping water.
"Yes, Mom" Meysa smiled.
After dinner, Meysa said goodbye to be escorted home by Rio. Ziya and her mother were sitting in front of the TV eating her favorite potato chips.
"Mom, who's Meysa? Where's his house? Why could it be here? Is she my sister-in-law's candidate?" tanya Ziya streak leaned spoiled on her mother's shoulder.
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On the other hand, Arjuna was packing his clothes into his backpack. Emotions that were still struggling, burning his heart made up his mind to look for Meysa that day. Can't wait for tomorrow.
"Where's Mas Juna going?" ask Auntie who prepared the dinner.
"Go. Aunty, please take it to Papa when you get home. I'm out of town in the next few days. Wanting to know now is afraid of being disturbed" explained Arjuna. "Titip house yes, Bi," he added another long step out of the house.
"Yes, Mas. Uh but outside of town where are ya, Mas?" aunty asked half-run after him.
"You go to Yogja, Bi," said Arjuna briefly.
Regardless of his ART questions anymore, Arjuna quickly headed for the garage. Close the jacket, wear road attributes, such as a helmet, mask and gloves. He then drove his bike at high speed.
"I have to make sure of it myself. I'm sure you won't be that bad, Mey" Arjuna muttered.
"Wait for me Meysa Adriana," he added again increase the speed of the motorbike.
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